The silence was almost eerie and maddening considering everything going on outside. It was like the whole world had stopped to listen to her secret and she felt like her heart was beating out her rib cage. Honestly, she wasn't sure if she should fear the silence or rejoice in the lack of mob starting. The lack of expression on his face had her pretty worried but the worry turned to a bit of anger when he started to laugh. It wasn't just a nervous chuckle but a loud roar of a laugh and then a thud when he hit the pavement after rolling off the car. If she wasn't already pale as snow then she was definitely lacking color now.
When he looked up at her and the look of dread on her face it seemed to send him into more laughing. Obviously, he had lost his mind and fell into some delusions when he hit the ground. She felt her blood starting to boil as she watching him be obnoxious like a small child. Everything about him was making her want to rip out his throat and feed it to the dogs she had seen in a pen outside. Crossing her arms over her chest she just felt her foot start to tap. He was saying all kinda of stereotypical things and denied what she was because she didn't sparkle.
Damn those twilight movies and their over-romanticized view on her curse. The more he talked to her in his condescending tone the more she was having trouble keeping her composure. Mostly she felt like she had been a fool for even trying to be clean and honest with her food. This just proved there was no future with this man even if she was drawn to him. Maybe she should just walk away and not cause a scene but then he kept talking and she lost her cool. AS he went to move past her she roughly grabbed his arm.
With a great amount of ease, she tossed him like a rag doll across the garage. He hit a shelving unit of tires and then the ground. The shelf groaned and tires fell out landing on the man who was trying to recover from what had just happened. Within seconds she darted to his side and grabbed him by the neck. Slamming him against a nearby wall she hissed at him and fangs became visible. "You pompous fool!! When a lady bares her darkest secret to you then you show her respect." After a moment he flew back across the garage and hit the side of the car.
Moving back towards him she grabbed his jacket and pulled him to his feet. Pushing him against the car she leaned into his neck and breathed in the scent of his blood. Not restraining herself any more sharp fangs pierced his skin. Her body was lighting up with sparks as she enjoyed the taste of the drug like substance.
Shit got real unfunny real fast. Mouse was tosed across the room like a child's toy. He knocked over the rubber tire rack. Tires bounced everywhere as he tried to leaned up a bouncing tire bounced off the back of his head and knocked him back down. "What the...." The third word never got out of his mouth. He was jerked to his feet and tossed again. This time hitting a car and slamming hard into the precious car that he was so worried about fucking up for the customer. It left a dent from his massive frame.
There were more mishaps in this garage then he cared to admit. Mouse was dazed. His head slammed against the car hard enough to rock his entire world. Looking over though as he stood up there was a little chalk board hanging by a calander. It said "23 days without an accident." And there was a little smiley face drawn under it. Mouse took his hand and swiped through the chalk. That number was fucking zero now. He groaned and tried to regain some semblance of focus.
She was so fucking fast. He tried to track her movements around the darkened room but he couldn't. It was like trying to watch Buster go for a stroll. You just weren't going to see it. Mouse groaned as he was shoved up against the car. There was a hissing seething hatred in his ear. She was pissed. Mouse wasn't entirely sure he wasn't fucked up and having a fight with Lulu. Though Lulu had left. This was very very really. Mouse had a bit of blood on his lip from where he bit it flying and crashing across the room.
She was right about having darkness. This chick was pissed. Mouse couldn't defend himself as teeth sunk into his neck. For a moment, a tiny moment he wanted it. The pain ripping through his juggular and the feeling of rush that coursed in his veins was enough to stun him for a second. This wasn't foreplay. His legs nearly gave out on him dropping his massive frame. Then he felt weaker. His arms dangled at his sides. His blood was drawn through his body and out the holes in is neck. "THE FUCK OFF ME!" Mouse roared and grabbed at her shoulders.
He was scared. It wasn't easy for the big man to admit, but it had shaken him. His eyes wide as he bulked up his muscles. Arms ripping through the fabric of his shirt and his tattered t-shirt, and regrettably one of his favorite t-shirts tore to pieces beneath the force of muscles that refused to be contained. Mouse's hair fell from it's man bun and a few strands hung over his angry eyes. Even the muscles in his eyebrows were bulkier. More monkey like as his face changed and took on an almost ape like visage beneath the curl of familar facial features.
Mouse picked her up and threw her across the room. She crashed through the front windshield of Mr. Vengottis Porche. Fuck. Mouse shook his head and tried to get some level of blood flow back in his brain. Everything was all swimmy and out of focus. He picked up the chalk on the chalk board and wrote a sloppy zero. The same little smiley face laughing at him as he stumbled forward into the dark garage. "You want to see darkness?" He groaned. His manhood was threatened and now he was pissed, but honestly a little impressed. There was more to this groupie chick than he first thought and that was waaay more interesting than any one night stand beneath the red light of a camera. Mouse look to where he threw her, but she wasn't there. There was the caved in windshield but no girl.
He rubbed at his achey throbbing neck. Panic started to set in a little. He didn't want to change and become a vampire. He fucking hated the thought of that, but he was on board now. He believed her. Everything she showed him he couldn't deny it any longer. "Come out!" Mouse demaned. The blood flow in his body moved to his muscles, a lot less was availiable to his brain and his sentences turned to short choppy fragments.
"No hiding!" He roared as he got angrier. Mouse grabbed Mr. Vengotti's car and flipped it on it's side. He started to laugh. Not the obnoxious way from before, but a humble self defeated laugh. "You got style! But you no can hide from Mouse!" Mouse pushed the turned over car back. It slide across the garage and hit the wall. A oil pan turned over spilling blackness everywhere. He took a few lumbering steps. He thought he saw something dart behind him. He whipped around and took a few steps back. Slipping on the oil spill he cracked his head again.
Now the room was really spinning. "Mouse want to talk...." He groaned as the fuzzy out of focus room made his sick to his stomach. He was staring at the ceiling when the pretty face appeared above him, staring down at him with blood on her chin. His blood. "Vampire." He said softly. Finally acknowledging her darkness.
Either she had knocked something loose in his brain or he was in shocked feeling fangs on his neck. Didn't really matter to her as she enjoyed the euphoric ride that the taste of his blood gave her. On a normal feed, it was just to keep her alive but he was different and she craved it so badly. At this point, she wasn't paying much attention to him so him grabbing her shoulders wasn't fought. When she was tossed across the room her body went straight through a windshield and she groaned. Before he stumbled forward towards the car she quickly moved from the spot using the shadows to hide from him.
Blood just dribbled in a line down her chin and she circled him in the shadows. Eventually, she jumped and found herself moving on the rafters above him. Mouse was screaming and demanding her come back out. Watching him flip the car she just smirked as she heard the words of the even bulkier man. Apparently, his power made him grow but also made him pretty fucking stupid. He wanted to talk and she dropped off the beam dangling by her arms before finally falling in front of him.
Still, she was ready to dash right out of the way if he tried anything stupid like throwing her across the room. Eye eyes moved over the growing muscles and she smirked a bit. "Yes, Vampire. I told you that." The words from her lips were soft but annoyed at the same time as she slowly started to step closer to him. Once she stopped just inches away her eyes looked at the puncture holes that had lines of blood running down. The scent of it was enough to have her just let her guard down as her gaze went back to his face. "You are the first one in centuries to actually want to talk about it. So i guess that says something about you ape boy." Obviously, his power was to grow his mass but what she didn't know was his shrink power. "So you a mutant I take it. Mutants are always fun cause when I drink their blood I get some pretty neat powers." There was a smirk on her lips that didn't leave as she tried to figure out how to trigger that growth. The effect she got wasn't the one she wanted but instead, everything around her got huge as she shrank down to the size of an ant.
"what the hell?" Nocturne asked herself as she looked and saw Mouses boots in front of her."Very interesting..." She finally admitted before she willed her body to grow again and within moments she found herself back to normal size. "So now that you know and have started to gather a mob of pitchforks then we can move on from this." Winking at him before she leaned up and pressed her lips onto his bidder and bulkier ones. This guy just seemed so much more important than any other she had met in her life she was happy to stick around him for a while. "So when you grow does everything get bigger?"
Her eyes broke from his gaze and looked down before looking back up at him. It was all common curiosity as she stared back into his eyes. Fingers trailed down the bulky muscles of his chest over the tattered fabric. Ripping it she pulled the shreds from his torso and tossed them aside. Grabbing his hand she tugged him towards a counter on the back wall that she pushed tools off of. Sliding onto it she tugged him closer. Her tongue moved over his neck and removed the blood that had dribbled down.
It didn't take long for Mouse to realize that she was above him. Even with his limited brain blood flow and thinking capacity... He could hear the creaks and groans above him. When he was lying on his back he was sure she was up there. Mostly because came jumping down like a Russian gymnast. He was on his feet in a matter of seconds.
The world still seemed all spinny and fuzzy, but he ignored it as he listened to her. He could see his blood on her chin and somehow it was kinda sexy. He always liked a woman would could hold her own against him. It wasn't often he found one that could actually go toe to toe with him. Hearing about her 'side effects' Mouse raised an eyebrow and scratched his head. He shrunk down allowing the bigger bulgier muscles to fade away until he was normal sized.
"So you're like a a power sponge?" Mouse was already thinking about the implications. She shrunk down in front of him and he was shocked. It was quite the sight to behold coming from someone else's perspective. It was like a fucking disappearing act, though when she talked he could still hear her normal sized voice. Mouse was afraid to move. He didn't want to step on her tiny tinie ass. Then again.
She was back to normal size before he had to worry about it too long. "Seems like you're a fast learner." His voice was short, gruff... Almost unimpressed. Even if internally he was marveling over what she was capable of. "So this shit permanent? You just permanently have my powers now?" Mouse asked. He couldn't hide the hint of jealousy in his voice. He liked being special and unique in the fact that he was the only one who could do what he did, but still.....
The mood changed when she was pressing lips on him. Asking him if everything grew larger. Mouse returned the favor in the rudest of ways. Grabbing her tits roughly like he owened them. "I don't know. Do these get bigger?" They were a modest handful, and more than enough to satisfy him, but he was being a dick because he was known for being a dick. He grabbed her wrist and jerked her forward. He didn't need his muscles to have imposing strength even against someone so 'special'
Mouse closed his eyes as her tongue moved over his neck. Sweat mixed with the crimson nector cascaded over his skin. It was fucking hot in here. He didn't care about Mr. Whatever's prescious car. A problem for another moment. His mind was drawn to the moment at hand and he moved his hands to the sides of her face. Mouse wouldn't put a label on this. He wouldn't claim her as his girl or even offer her the invite to believe it herself.
It was purely physical for the time being. Just two animals filling animalistic needs and nothing more. Mouse was never tied down to one woman for more than a week and that was going to change, weather he knew it or not, but for right now he just rode the wave of nostalgia as he relived their first meeting.
Tongues dancing across skin and tasting flesh, sticky and sweat with sweat and regret. Mouse reached up and jerked her hair back so her neck was exposed and bit her himself. For a moment he thought fangs were going to come out and he was going to suck her blood like a god damn vampire, but it was just noraml teeth. No freaky vampire shit, but he marked her neck just the same to let her know that he had been there. He wanted her to see that mark later tonight in the mirror and wonder what it meant.
If she was his girl... If he would want to see her again. He wanted her questioning things because girls loved a man who was mysterious and hard to figure out. It was their ego. They loved solving a fucking puzzle so they could feel superior or some shit. All he knew was he wanted her hooked on him. He wasn't ready to label this, but he wasn't ready for it to slip away either. ated by Lilith of Adoxography
The unimpressed tone of his voice sent a bit of a chill through her spine. It was the first time in over 400 years that someone was able to keep her on her toes. He asked if she was a power sponge and she smirked a bit. "Something like that. It's never permanent and typically within a few days, I lose the power. Any mutant I drink I will gain their power for a few days to a week. When I drink humans daily it extends my life." She spoke as her eyes locked on his. "So basically if I drink a human daily I stay frozen in this year of my life. Immortality. Mutant blood only gives me powers and after cutting out human blood for a while then i will start to age."
Her lips went back to teasing the skin on his neck and it was a sweet taste of sweat and iron tasting blood. His hands were on her chest groping the flesh roughly and painfully. Luckily for her, she loved the roughness of his nature so far and it just added to her high. The way he jerked her around like she was nothing but a ragdoll was an amazing feeling. Sure she could push him away and toss him through a wall but feeling helpless for once was nice. She felt his fingers tangle in her hair and jerk her neck to the side and his teeth painfully bit into her flesh.
To say she didn't wish that she knew what it felt like to have fangs sink into her neck. That would be a big lie but his teeth were rough and the pale skin started to bruise within moments of the attack. So far she didn't really have any answers as to exactly what this was but she didn't mind the feelings she got. Roughly she shoved him back and again and again until he was sitting on an oil-stained couch. She was on top of him within moments straddling his body and grinding against his lap. Her fangs sank into the other side of his neck and for a few moments, she enjoyed the taste of his drug-like blood.
Pulling away she licked her lips before pressing them to his roughly. Tugging at her own shirt, she tossed it somewhere into the garage. Her nails dug into the skin of his chest as she drug them down across the flesh roughly. They came to stop at the jean like material that separated her from what she wanted at the moment and she started to pull them undone. Honestly, she came here to find out whether this meant something to him or not and instead she was indulging in a primal act. Tonight she would be at home reliving this moment and the waves of extasy that she was in.
Still wondering if this was going to turn into something more than just sex. Not that she minded the sex part because in her four hundred plus years. Mouse had been the best she had every experienced but she was tired of living her prolonged life alone. Nocturne wanted a reason to unfreeze her life and age with someone she actually loved. Centuries alone had proven to just be cold and worthless without love.
There was reckless and then there was stupid. Mouse hadn't really exactly figured out which act he was committing at the moment. He breathed into the sweetness of the moment. There was nothing more for him than the eventual disappointment. Women had a hard time living up to his standards. That's why he never got tied down. He never got more involved then a night or two of harmless fun before he sent them packing with a smile on their face and more questions then they were comfortable with.
Mouse wasn't what you would call, boyfriend material. At best he was good for a romp, but ladies; keep your fucking hearts locked up tight, because he'll break it. He'll break your heart without batting an eye. Mouse wasn't cold or unfeeling, but no one's needs factored more for him than his own. There were the few exceptions here and there. Club loyalty for one thing mattered more than his own needs, but he had never found a woman that he put on that pedistal. Then again, Mouse spent most of his time around strippers and hookers. It was hard to find a quality girl in that line of work. Surely no one Mouse would change for.
Mouse's fingers roamed among the moments of blind passion. Did he love this girl? Fuck no! But did it matter very much? They were here. THis thing felt wonderful, whatever the fuck it was. It was always fun to taste a side of life that others would frown upon. To do the bad thing after weighing out your options. Mouse was used to the bad thing.
He had been doing the bad thing his whole fucking life. As she explained her powers between moments of playful shoves and straddling his lap on the couch, mouse realized she was special. NOt in that cheesy fucking why where you're told since birth that everyone is special, but her gifts. her abilities, were unique and exciting in their own right. Mouse's tongue explored the depths of her mouth as he wondered how much she had tasted. How much ruby crimson had passed through her lips and just how old she was.
He only thought about this shit for a moment before he was long lost in her embrace and soft moans. THe room chilled to the sound of a zipper coming down. The moans of anticipation grew louder as Mouse was content with doing the bad thing and dealing with the fall out later. Mouse only kept girls around for a night or two before they were history..... Something told him however that she would be around alot longer than that.
