Go-Go wanted to remain furious. She willfully and stubbornly allowed the anger to ride through her like a fiery shadow. Starting at the back of her neck and blazing it's way into her fingertips as she cluctched at his dirty shirt. She was pissed, and she waned a little, but sweet looks and boyish charm only got you so far. She hated that he resigned himself to this fate for her sake. Even if it was romatic and misguided and god damned foolish.
She was the keeper of her own emotion. No one ever made Regina feel what she didn't want to feel. It was a control issue and by the gift of her abilities, she never had too before now. He grabbed her, spun her around and slammed her to the wall in a rough and tumble sort of way. Her hair exploded against the hard grainy wood. Riding over her shoulders and up the side of the wall in a beautiful mess of raven black. Her eyes lit up and the anger was gone.
He took that from her. Instead replaced by new emotoins. Calculating and precisice. Her world was always tied up in this neat little box, but Matt made it messy. He stormed his way into her headspace and kicked shit around. Throwing her thoughts all over the place and planting a flag with a big cocky ass grin. The flag said home. He thought he was in her head, and maybe he was but she didn't care.
Instead she melted into those rough fingers. Not caring that he dropped the jacket by their feet. her hands pulled him closer. Her tongue found weakness in the one taste she couldn't get off her mind. The taste of wrong. When he pulled away Regina was surprised to hear a little whimper from herself. Her shoulders relaxed. Reaching up she raked her fingers through her hair and scratched at the back of her head.
"Well.... Looks like we don't have a choice. I was hoping maybe to outsmart my way out of here... You came in like a damn bull in a china shop." She smirked and shrugged her shoulders. It could have been worse. She could have gotten that bullet she was expecting. Regina started back around the corner. Back towards the party. She reached down and pulled her tight shirt back down over her belly where it had rode up a little.
Her boots crunching the gravel as she walked... Her thumbs sunk down into the pockets of her jeans and she turned to see Matt picking up his jacket. "Guess you always knew where you can find me now Cowboy. Perks of being in the club." She gave him a wink. And nodded her head telling him to join her. But her smile was light.
She didn't want him pissing anyone else off so she flooded her mind with happy emotions and she was just....Happy now. The one thing she was running from forced her to remain, but at least she wouldn't be running anymore. At least the thing she was running towards was right beside her.
Sabrina was comfortable here. Among the rowdyness and the assholes. Hell, she even enjoyed the lustful looks from some of the other members. Honestly she was into it. She would have spent more than one tireless night ticking down the hours by making her screams echo off the walls with damn near any one of these guys. But then again, they were close.
She had joined here as a prospect some time back... It was mostly grunt work and package delieveries. Take drugs here. Pick up weapons there... But she didn't mind. Sabrina wasn't the type to get antsy and nervous over small stuff. She pushed her hair to one side of her shoulder. Exposing the closely shaven side of her head as she turned to look at everyone mostly having a good time.
There were a few ruffled feathers, but nothing major. Nothing worth opening the cage door for. She wouldn't mind though. The cage was a blood sport and she was definatly a spectator. She was lost on her thoughts when she noticed a stranger coming in the front gate taking pictures. Has this asshole lost his mind?!? Sabrina looked around and saw that Bastina was busy. Everyone seemed to not notice, but she took notice.
She wasn't a prospect anymore. She was a full fledged fool. She earned this jacket that she wore with a smug pride. She had balls bigger than most of the men around here. She was quick to point out that they did not in fact leave a welcome mat out for inconsiderate fuckboys. "Hey!" She said storming right up to him. Without giving warning she reared back and punched Ingram right in the face.
Her fist connected clean with his right eyesocket. The one that was closed and not dancing behind the lens of a camera. "You get lost on your field trip pal? This isn't a tourist spot!" Sabrina picked up the camera and took the film out. She didn't care what other photos he had on there.
Taking pictures of a criminal hideout? In broad fucking daylight? He had to be an escaped mental patient or something. "What's your name asshole?" She hissed. There was the playful tug of to her lips. Maybe the cage doors would open today after all.
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Well needless to say she decided against killing of Mouse that faithful day when she was just looking for a good meal. He was still the same foolish mortal who got ensnared by her scent and the magic of the vampire likeness she had. Honestly she wanted to believe that it was possible that maybe he liked her for more. Though in her past once she showed her lovers what she was they would try to kill her and then she would be broken hearted for the next decade. This path was leading the same way because she couldn't bring herself to show him. [break][break]
When she learned he was part of some criminal outlaw gang she had inquired around Detroit about these fools. Such a interesting time that the word fool had changed so much from the drunken loon in the town center. Finding something cute to wear she left her apartment and headed to the address of this clubhouse. Mouse had mentioned this barbecue thing to her before but he didnt really imply whether he wanted her to show up or not.[break][break]
Spending time with him had caused some dormant feelings to stir and she knew she should just make a clean cut. It wasn't as easy when it was his scent that was like a drug to her and she craved just a taste of his blood. The Restraint she had showed impressed her really and she would leave him and feed on the first living being she found in the night. Today she was going to tell him about her dark secret and hope he didn't end up like the others. The fact that she needed blood to survive and without it she would fall into a deep slumber. Would he be like the others and cast her away?[break][break]
Leaving her apartment she took a cab most of the way to the clubhouse but was forced to walk when the street was blocked off for the carnival. Walking through the crowd the scent of blood was making it really hard for her to focus. By the time she got to the lot she saw mouse and moved over to him quickly. "Hey there Handsome. Can we talk?" Her voice was sweet but she didnt really give him the option before heading into the auto garage to get away from all the appetizing blood vessels.
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After that day she walked into The Fools clubhouse she had a generally decent time. Since the race that brad had beaten Seth in and taken his car Novella had been stalked. She was aware of Seth and for the most part it had her on edge. The last night was no different and it was filled with restless sleep attempts so Brad coming to get her out of the apartment was great. Looking out her window when she heard what sounded like a bike. A smile came to her lips when she saw brad and she quickly headed down stairs.[break][break]
It probably only took her 6 seconds to get down three flights and she was outside at his bike. "Hey there handsome, took you long enough." Quickly she slid onto the back of his bike and fastened the helmet on her head. Soon the Bike sped off into the traffic and her arms wrapped tighter around him. Weaving in and out she had a big smirk on her lips at him showing off his daredevil skills. The bike pulled into the lot and she slid off it after Brad. Her gazes darted around to the many different faces of at the club and she looked out into the crowds on the street.[break][break]
Standing by the fence watching her was Seth and she frowned as she quickly looked away. Brad offered her a beer and she forced a smiled to her lips. "Lets get something inside." Her voice spoke softly before she took his hand and quickly went inside the club. Novella wanted to tell brad about Seth stalking her but she also didn't wanna seem like some helpless girl that couldnt deal with her own problems. Outside a large white dragon roared and landed in the lot as her subconscious was sending signals of her nervousness.
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Mouse wasn't particularly expecting a visit. Not that he minded much of dick. He watched her sashay past him with a wiggle of her hips. Mouse didn't move or react. He only turned his head slightly to follow the movements and all the beautiful pieces that made up her backend. Turning his head back to the party he could give a shit less about celebrating.
He ran his fingers through his beard and tugged at the ends of it thoughtfully as he set his beer down and followed her into the garage. Mouse was damn choosy about who he settled up close too. Not that he didn't enjoy the comforts of a woman. He did. And he did it often. The only thing was, he wasn't what you would call... Boyfriend material. He didn't have the drive or the patience for anything resembling a drain on his free will or his economic standpoint.
Still, something about her.... Ever since that audition she had been clawing her way into his mind. He tried to shut it out but there was her fucking face.... Smiling at him every time he closed his eyes. It was annoying. And sweet. The kind of shit that made Mouse roll his eyes. Mouse followed her with a grunt and he swung the door closed behind him.
He found himself in the familiar air conditioned oily smelling housing. The ass end of a BMW was in the air like the fucking titanic about to sink. He forgot to settle it off the jacks. Oops. Mr. Wilkins would have been pissed if his precious ride got fucked up, but who gave a shit? Mouse smirked at the woman, who's name he still didn't even know. It was fair. She didn't know his either. "Wasn't expecting to see you again."
He said as he walked over and lowered the jacks on the expensive liablity. His back was too her. His neck beading with sweat and his hair pulled up in a man bun to expose the tender flesh that was burning hot from the afternoon sun. When the car was lowered he turned around and hoisted himself up on the trunk for a seat. He reached in his shirt pocket and pulled out his cigarettes.
Sticking one in his mouth Mouse lit up the spark of his cancerous crutch and breathed deep. He squinted through the stinging smoke wafting in his face. Smoke spilled out of his mouth with every harsh unfeeling word.
"I don't promise stardom doll.... If this is about the auditon...." He wasn't sure if she was here to see him or inquire about her prospects of fame and fortune. Either way he couldn't get that sweet fucking scent out of his mind.
Post by Bastina Falco on Jun 28, 2018 21:58:19 GMT
It had been a couple of months since his favorite little plaything had gone to secure a new outlet to deal his drugs. First, she thought she could be defiant and not follow through with her end of the bargain but see little girls scare easily enough and it just took an explosion. Well, one tiny bullet as well and she was calling him within a week asking for forgiveness. This was way to easy and soon she was setting up the shipments with him to arrive within the following week. He had heard about this carnival her little outlaw group was throwing and he took his boys to go have some fun.
Moving through the crowds they pushed through the gates into the lot in front of the fools dice club. Glancing towards the grill he noticed Bastina with another man and they were very affectionate. They were kissing like two teens making out in a movie and it caused his blood to boil. That stupid little whore was going to pay but he wasn't the one with the advantage here. An evil grin came to his lips when Bastina did finally see him standing there and she nervously dropped the glass bottle she was holding and it shattered.
"Guys this is Fuego, He's our new supplier so treat him like he's important." Fuego could hear the nervous hitch in her voice before she quickly moved to the coolers to grab herself another drink. He moved over to one of the picnic tables outside with his boys and popped the top on a cold beer. A few of the girls who hung around the club moved over to them to make them feel at home.
Ingram looked around with both wonder and amazement that he was there. He expected anything to happen though as he snapped another picture. And something did. His precious camera had been pulled from his hands as a punch was landed to his temple. He gave a grunt at the pain and fell to the ground. He was about ready to start yelling as he dusted off his scraped hands, but settled for a glare as the woman tore the reel of film from the back. All his pictures ruined. [break][break]
His glare held as he also looked at her confused, acting as if he didn’t know what language she was speaking. He was from Norway after all but she didn’t know it. He got up with defiance in his eyes, “Hva i helvete er problemet ditt?” (What the hell is your problem?) His tone was harsh as he spoke, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from hers.
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He watched the confusion on her face at the words he spoke and smirked. He grabbed his camera back and made a kissy face before looking through the photos she ruined. He needed to make sure he already printed off the ones he took for the magazine corporation he was working for. Fuck if he could remember their name right now. “Kanskje et kyss vil løsne leppene mine.” (Maybe a kiss will loosen my lips) He said and gave her a wink. He was probably going to get hit again for it but he was ready as he grabbed the air as if it was solid and opened it like a tear in fabric.
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Moving into his tear he taunted her with a flying kiss and wink. He knew exactly what he was doing as he landed on a grassy knoll of his homeland he created in this pocket dimension. He liked pretending to not know the native language of america even though it was always taught. His mother was english and he had to learn both. Although his speech could be broken when speaking he could switch between the two languages easily. “My name is Ingram. You pack quite a hit in those petite little hands of yours. I hear you Fool’s need members. Is this true?” He broke the facade as if he could understand their language while in this place. It drew people in to uncertainty, then a false sense of security as well.
Before Vince knew it, the argument was over and Vince smiled. Sure most men probably would’ve felt emasculated because his woman was in charge, but not Vince. He knew he had control over things even if it wasn’t over most of the clubhouse business. Besides he wanted to make sure Bastina was respected as the leader of the Detroit Fool’s. Looking out past the fence he saw the many weary faces, some hateful, and some just plain scared but interested.
He saw Sabrina taking care of some asshole with a camera, but the biggest surprise came in the form of a giant white dragon as Brad and his girl walked into the clubhouse. ‘Well… shit.’ He thought. He was gonna steer clear of it as he watched Gogo and her boy toy walk off behind one of the buildings. Giving a cautious glance back at the dragon as he went back to the grill.
Having Bastina back by his side with a bottle of beer for each of them he popped the lid off and took a long swig. He was glad his body could adapt to such heat where everyone else seemed to be getting worn out by it. His body was cool to the touch for Bastina and she seemed to relax into it. He didn’t mind being a cooling pack to keep her cool. A finger hooked under her chin tipping it up and his lips met hers in a number of brief teasing kisses. But he caught something from the corner of his eye.
Seeing Bastina drop her bottle as the tattooed man walked up with his men he kept a sharp eye on him. ‘Fuego… our new supplier. Then why does she sound so scared of him.’ He thought as he felt her leave his side. Vince didn’t like this at all, but he was going to keep it civil. Pulling a few of the steaks off the grill onto a plate he gave it to one of the girls to lay them on the buffet of different foods. Next he pulled off the burgers, the brats, and the rest of the food. It looked like they were feeding a whole army. Taking another drink of his beer he looked at Fuego unsure of really going over and saying hi, but the girls seemed to be doing a good enough job at keeping him company. Pulling Bastina to his side again, he got close to her ear, “Everything okay?”
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Brad placed the beer down on the cooler and took Novella’s hand to head inside with her. He wasn’t oblivious. He saw the signs of anxious energy, it basically vibrated off of her. He felt the air pressure of the dragons wings as it made a little gust of wind. He gave an uneasy glance at everyone else, and there were some shocked faces at the large white dragon now in the lot.
He squeezed her hand as they took a seat at the bar. He popped open his beer as Novella ordered her drink and smiled. He never thought he’d find a girl that could deal with him being so slow with things. He was never one for rushing. It made things so messy sometimes. But He was starting to get the feeling this is how Johnny had felt about Lulu. Wanting to do anything and everything for one special girl in his life.
He hadn’t noticed Seth’s face in the crowd. The little boy in a man’s body wasn’t important to him. Unless he was bothering Novella. He wouldn’t tolerate him even thinking about coming near her. “Hope you’re ready for some fun tonight. Vince makes a mean barbeque sauce from scratch. It’s to die for.”
No one saw apparently the weird new guy who opened a portal to another dimension and pulled one of its members inside. Sabrina landed on the grass with a hard bounce. She could feel a bruise already beginning to form on her tailbone. "Oh, motherfucker...." Right before he suckered her in he gave her a wink and a kissy face. Sabrina groaned rolling over and rubbing her but. The tight jeans she was wearing didn't help, but she pushed herself to her feet.
She was about to speak when she noticed her surroundings. The purple-blue tint sky with soft gray clouds rolling through them. The chill in the air and the touches of snow kissing the branches of the surrounding trees. The frost on the ground when it was anything but cold where she was only moments ago...."What.....the....fuck?" She was so entranced for a moment she forgot all about the camera guy. That was...Until he spoke again.
"Yeah? Well, punching assholes is kind of a hobby. You know....You're kinda cute. Not very bright but kind of cute. We're recruiting talent, we weren't throwing career day. So I take it this is you? What is this some kind of teleport?" She asked. His power intrigued her, but of course she downplayed it. She didn't want Ingrim knowing just how impressed with his minor league bullshit she really was, but dam... It was impressive. "My name's Sabrina. But everyone just calls me Babydoll." She snipped back. Her eyes were a light aluring shade of purple. Her make up done up and black and black painted lips tilting upwards in a sly smirk.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Her nerves were in a huge jumble seeing Fuego waltz in like he owned the place. There was a subtle shake in her body as she locked her eyes on him and just stared. He had some girl in his lap and was laughing with his homies but he just kept shooting her these wicked grins that sent chills up her spine. She was zoned out in her own little world when Vince pulled her close again.
He was asking if she was okay and she forced a smile as she looked at him. "Yeah, I'm fine baby. Just being a bit clutzy today dropping things." Those words were lies and she felt a bitterness on her tongue for speaking them. Kissing Vince's cheek she pulled away and headed towards the inside of the club. Quickly she moved down the halls to the office and pulled out a stash of drugs.
Pushing the door closed she locked it and prepared the syringe of something to take her out of her mind. Fuego was watching her with this other man and he was going to make her pay for it. Grabbing the rubber strap she tied it around her arm. Finding a vein she pushed the large dose into her veins and released the strap. Leaning back in the chair she let the familiar highness take her over.
Making it to her feet she moved from the office down the hall to her and Vince's apartment. In her small frame, the drugs had taken just a short time to kick in. Laying down on the bed she stared vacantly at the ceiling as her body temp started to rise.
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Even being in a garage around the scent of oil and heated metal wasn't enough to keep her from wanting to devour everyone outside. Stopping for a meal would've probably been the best before she came her but she was just so caught up in her wanting to see him. Now here he was and she knew he probably didn't expect to see her again. Honestly, she would've been better off to avoid him then sailing right into the heartache she would feel. Her eyes followed him as he went and lowered the car on the jacks. The breeze she got when he passed caught his scent and she felt her tongue run over fangs that were begging for a taste.[break][break]
Her eyes watched as he slid onto the trunk of the car and she stepped closer to him. "Well, you know the promise of stardom is great and all. That's not exactly why I'm here." Her voice was soft as she stepped between his legs and let her fingers run over his thighs. Nocturnes eyes locked on his as she pulled the cigarette from his mouth and dropped it on the ground. The heel of her show stepped on and smudged it out. Leaning up her lips met his eagerly and passionately as she leaned up to him. Lips didn't linger on his lips though they moved across his jaw and to his neck.[break][break]
That's when her teeth nipped at the flesh and she drew back ready to absentmindedly dig fangs into him. Quickly she pulled back and her feet carried her back as she caught her breath. "I'm a vampire." The words rang in the air and silence followed them. Time would soon tell if he was going to have the same reaction as those in the past. In her ears, she could hear the blood coursing through his veins and his heart pumping quickly. "I have to drink blood to survive."[break][break]
There was always that chance that this guy had a guilty pleasure of watching twilight movies. Though that was highly unlikely and basically false hope just by the looks of him. Nocturnes gaze went anywhere but to him. She felt herself on the edge of a cliff just waiting to see what was going to transpire in the next few minutes. Either he would accept her and things would go great or he would reject her and she would rip his throat out in her heartbreak.
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Mouse stared at her for several minutes. There was no expression on his bearded face. Only a blank stare that gave away nothing. His heart was pounding, but that was because he thought sex was happening. Hell, he was still a man. Now this tension hung in the air. She told him she was a vampire and Mouse just.....Laughed. He not only laughed but he full out belly roared. Mouse laughed so hard he fell off of the car and hit the cement.
It wasn't just the admission of it that killed him. It was the seriousness in which she comitted to it. She had this look of dred on her face like he was going to be horrified. The whole thing was killing him as he rolled around on the ground kicking his feet like a toddler and laughing at the ceiling. "Your a..... You're a ....hAHAHAHAHAHAHAH" It was obnoxious from her point of view.
She was bearing her soul and this asshole couldn't stop laughing. "Good thing I'm wearing my cross! Oh wait I'm not because i'm a fucking scumbag criminal... GUESS I'M FUCKED! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mouse has tears in his eyes. If she would have told him she was a mutant he could have bought that, but vampires were things of myth and legend. They made cheesy horror movies about it. "You can't be a vampire. You don't glitter or whatever the fuck they do in twilight."
The laughs were still coming as he dried his tears and pushed himself up to a seated position. His eye caught his cigarette that she smooshed out and he had a brief moment of sadness pass across his face. That was his last fucking cigarette and all the assholes around the club smoked Menthol. His eyes rolled up to greet Nocturne. He honestly didn't even know her name. He'd have to figure it out now, so he could put it on a restraining order. His smile faded when he noted the look on her face. "Wait...You're serious? Well shit lady. You're a vampire? WELL THEN I'M ERIC VON HELSING! HAHAHAHAHAHA" He stopped laughing abruptly. The joke was over. He scratched at his chin. HIs arm dangled over his propped up knee and he decided he would rather sit in the floor than get up and deal with crazy. "Look... I don't know if you're hinting at the movie poster for suckers 4 or not but i can assure you it has nothing to do with vampires. Thanks for the laugh kid. But i got real world shit to deal with." Mouse said as he pushed himself to his feet and started to walk past her.
Somehow he managed to calm his fevered temper. It was Lara honestly. She was his lighthouse. When the seas got choppy and he wasn't sure how he was going to find the shore it was her light that brought him back in. It was her voice, her steady calmness and her truth that anchored him into the seeds of reality.
Shawn was not the type of guy who allowed grudges to go unpaid, not before anyways. His fists relaxed and the black rising venon slowly faded. The silver tint to his hair remained silver and shiny. It didn't bath in pure black and get consumed by fevered hatred. Shawn smirked as he allowed Matthew to go on unmolested. He was surprised at himself... He could have torn this place apart. Left the clubhouse swimming in shades of writhing black.
He could have sunk the foundation of the street into the rotting hell of the dark lands but instead of tearing the fabric of the world into hellish figments of his tattered psyche he took a breathe. Smiled. Threw his arm around his girl and kissed her cheek. Turning his head to her he looked at her. Damn she was beautiful.
"Let's head inside for a bit." He told her. Not that he wasn't enjoying the party because, well... He wasn't. He wasn't a party guy. He just wanted some private moments alone with Lara away from the calling rage potential violence. He knew he still had a chance to loose his shit. He'd rather bask in her quality time.
There were no vipers in his head when he was alone with her. She quieted them out. She drowned out the darkness that plauged his mind like a festering filth. She was everything he needed and honestly he hadn't started living until he got to know her. The darkness was never this out of control, but then again he never stepped into thos retched dark lands until he was upset enough to rip a hole in the fabric of conscious universe and step into the depths. Leading Lara away he took one last look at Matt who was talking to Go-Go. Little shit. He thought and then put him out of his mind almost immediately.
