Post by Bastina Falco on Oct 14, 2018 12:49:26 GMT
Nothing left to say
What's standing in your way?
You had the chance to never walk alone
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[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Several days had passed and the doctors finally cleared Bastina to leave the hospital. She had round the clock guards outside her room and finally she was going back tot he club house after what seemed like ages. Her mother had been by her side most of the time but she was also trying to laying down the law. She was supposed to pack once he had some more recover time and return to Tahiti. Though how was she really supposed to just go back to partying with friends after her life here.
Part of her wanted to run away like a scared little girl but then again Vince wasn't back home. He was here and she really loved him. Back at the clubhouse she found herself inside hers and Vince's apartment. The front door was locked because honestly she just wanted a moments piece without her father or mother hounding her for info on who did this. Its not that she really didn't remember like she claimed but more that she was afraid to get someone else hurt. Moving through the quiet apartment it seemed like ages ago that this place was real.
After what she had been through she was certain that she would never see it again. Though everything was the way she left it including her silky bathrobe on her side of the bed. It was there from the day she got ready to go out and what happened to be the day she was taken. All the horrid memories were just heavy on her shoulders as she moved to the bathroom. Picking up a razor she used to shave and breaking it to release the tiny blades. Sitting on the floor she slowly drug the blade across the skin on her side. The wound wasn't deep but it was like a release to the mental pain she felt.
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Oct 18, 2018 4:17:12 GMT
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LIFE IS SHORT
chase the stars, fool.
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After days at the hospital the fools had escorted the leader and his daughter home. Nobody had so much as gotten a word from her about what had happened. Carson was restless and had all the fools working double time to try and catch a scent but the word on the street was silent seems the club leader being in prison. It has made people think they could start over stepping boundaries. Really it was kinda pathetic that this girl and her lackeys couldn't keep the lines drawn.
When Johnny and Lulu ran the city no one dared over step because they feared the iconic power couple. Sure she was pregnant but that didn't make her keep her presence any less known as she visited her clubs with Johnny during the night hours. Days she spent a lot of time on conference calls while Johnny was busy with Carson. Alot of messages had to be sent to all these enemies that had been pushing the boundaries.
Tonight though the fools had come home and just finished a table meet. Lulu heard Carson screaming from the table as she worked in her office. When all the guys finally let out it seemed that a party was needed to lighten the mood. So with queenie she got on the phone and got some of the girls over and the music was going in no time. Everyone was showing up except the young princess who was locked in her room.
Lulu was lounging in Johnny's lap as her eyes fell on Vince drinking alone. Didn't seem that Carson had let him near the girl since he had gotten out of lock up. Sliding out of johnny's lap she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Go have some fun with the guys. I'll get you a drink hansome." Her soft words whispered into his ear and she smirked as he swatted at her ass when she walked away. Stepping behind the bar she refilled vinces drink on the bar.
"How you doing baby? I know you gotta feel a lot of pressure right now. I'm gonna need you to pull it together and find out what the princess knows. Maybe you blame yourself for not keeping her safe but that doesn't matter. If you don't wanna loose her then man up and find out what happened. " Lulu spoke to Vince before she gave him a stern look that was followed by a wink and smirk. "You got this sweetie pie. So get it handled."
Sure lulu may have just been a queen but there was a reason she had her own jacket. A reason she got the say so over each girl these boys wanted as a queen. Lulu knew all these girls and she knew the ones that would crack. There were many times she had been the advice giver to the boys including to Carson. It was her job as the matriarch of the club to keep them together and never to break.
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The last few days Vince stayed awake through the nights. Making sure to keep an eye on the guards following Bastina around. He’d become paranoid about people watching her that he didn’t know or trust. He’d seen how distant she was with her mom and Carson. Though he wasn’t exactly surprised.
Though he sat at the bar finishing his scotch as Lulu walked up. Vince had to admit even with that baby bump she looked just as beautiful as always. Probably more so with that pregnancy glow. He found himself wondering about how Bastina would look with a baby bump and shook his head. Putting his glass down a little hard he startled himself from the daydream.
Rubbing his eyes as she asked how he was doing he couldn’t hold back the chuckle. “Just peachy…” He grumbled under his breath. He was under immense pressure, and he had an inkling of who it was. Though he didn’t want to do anything just because he didn’t like the guy. Yeah, most Fool’s could fly off the handle, but Vince was known for his patience and tolerance of people. Though some of that was due to his upbringing. His momma didn’t raise no fool and he wouldn’t prove her wrong.
Listening to Lulu’s words, he knew she was speaking the truth. He needed to know what happened to give Carson satisfaction and a target. But he felt defeated. “I don’t want to lose her… but the last time I pushed I lost the last girl who was with me anyway. Being the nice guy isn’t easy.” Hearing her encouragement and catching the wink with a smirk he couldn’t hide a slight smile taking a sip of his newly refilled scotch. Getting up from his seat he walked away from the bar with a new sense of confidence.
Moving down the hall Vince noticed the guards in front of his and Bastina’s apartment. Pulling out the key he ignored the protests of the guards flipping them off and closing the door behind him. Locking it again he heard the confused conversation until he walked away. Shrugging out of his jacket he stepped into the bedroom to drape it over one of the bed corners. His eye caught the light under the bathroom door and he paused. His hearing heightened and he could hear the light breathing coming from the room.
Stepping over quietly he pushed the door open easily. He saw her curled up form and went to her side immediately. “Bastina…?” He asked cautiously, though seeing the blood on her fingertips and the small razors in her hand he knew what she did. “What are you doing with those?” He asked as calmly as he could reaching out carefully for the razors.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Her body was curled on the floor after she had taken the blades to her skin. The pain took her mind off the constant fear and mental pain she felt. All she wanted was to reset the clock and go back to the day she got taken. Change things and not leave the club without vince. Hearing his voice, her eyes moved to him and she didn't fight him when he reached for the blood stained blade. It was obvious the concern in his eyes and it was one thing she was tired of seeing. Everyone was on eggshells around her because Carson was playing angry overprotective dad.
Slowly she sat up and the scabbed over new wounds showed on her side. Looking down at the tile and away from his gaze she fidgeted with the rub by the tub. Silence was in the room and it left room for her mind to scream at her. About how pathetic she was and how everyone would be better off without her. Vince started to speak from his seat before her but she didn't want to say anything. Quickly she moved and found a seat straddling his lap. Her lips pressed to his just to silence him.
Her mostly bare upper half pressed against him as her kissed deepened for a moment. She took his hands and moved the to her sides as she broke the kiss for a moment. "Please... I need to feel something good." Bastina had a pleading in her voice and in her eyes as she looked at him. Without another moment to spare her lips met his again and her fingers Gripped at the t-shirt he wore. A loud rip of fabric could be heard as the fabric gave way to her needing fingers. With it out of the way her fingers trailed across his skin. Lips moved from his to his neck and across his shoulders.
In the weeks after she shared her secret with Mouse she had been around the club quite a bit. When offered the prospect jacket by Bastina she took it without a second thought. The people in this club had become closer to a family than she had ever known. Though her role there was more certain than her role in Mouses life. The man wasn't the most forthcoming when feelings were involved. Sure, she had spent more time with him but trying to get any reading of emotion was almost impossible. It seemed as if he hadnt really be out with other women lately.
The scent of other females on him had been gone for a while. When Bastina went missing the club spent a majority of its time searching for the leader they lost. As the VP Mouse had been trying to keep up appearances, but she also knew he cared for the kid. Didn't matter how much he tried to say he was just loyal because of Carson. If the girl hadn't been seeing Vince then maybe Nocturne would've felt a tinge of jealousy. Still everything up in the air and with the bosses daughter being found in the state she was.
Nocturne hadnt given up drinking humans to keep her immortal. Until she knew that this was the man that was going to be hers then why bother giving up the endless life? After Bastina came home from the hospital things were back to the same grind. Everyone was out trying to gain more intel but it was a cold trail. The meeting of the morning was mostly Carson venting frustrations and demanding someone find something. That the person who did this needed to pay for what they had done. When the meeting was over Nocturne grabbed a bottle of gin from the bar and poured herself a drink. Her eyes had glanced to mouse but she headed in a different direction.
Seemed there was going to be a fools style party as music began to play and everyone started to unwind. Though the drink in her hand wasnt really hitting the spot so she slipped out the doors and headed into the streets. She was hungry and not for any sort of food or drink the fools could provide. Mouse was her favorite choice to drink but that had been a one time thing when she told him her secret. Unless he offered then she wasnt gonna take anything from him.
Mouse was more than a little annoyed at the fact that he hadn't been able to do shit. Sure, he was glad the kid was safe and sound, but it was his job to keep her safe in the first fucking place. He let Carson down. The fact that Mouse had nearly gotten Carson's daughter killed was a betrayal he couldn't stomach.
Mouse was a deep and complicated guy. The fact that it wasn't actually his fault didn't mean much of shit. He felt responsible. He was the number two. Carson was locked up and relying on his boys to keep his kid safe. Mouse had spent a lot of time drinking himself into a stupor. He had spent alot of time with Nocturne recently.
It felt good to bury his guilt and shame into something soft and sweet and something that smelled so sweet. It didn't help him forget his fuck ups but it did help distract him. Mouse took a sip of a beer as he watched Nocturne wandered outside. He followed her with a curious gaze and decided to follow her out. She was going to feed. He could tell that she had been getting weaker as of late. He wasn't exactly sure why she wasn't eating like she should. Perhaps the guilt had torn her up a little too.
It shouldn't. She didn't know Bastina and she sure as hell didn't care for her much. Even Mouse was bright enough to see that. Something else was bothering her. Affecting her appeitite. Mouse wasn't insightful enough to realize that it was the lingering question of what defined 'their' relationship that had been weighing on her mind. An eternity is an awful thing to face alone and Mouse was never the settling down type. It wasn't in his blood so to speak.
But then again he had never met the right woman. Mouse's mind was too bogged down with pressure and stress to even worry about what eternity meant for him. He followed Nocturne outside and grabbed her by the arm. He looked over hr face and could see the hunger in eyes. "Shit girl!" Mouse scolded. His gruff and harsh tone almost seemed like an angry father for a second. He was worried about her, because he did care about her.
Bastina was never Mouse's type, and even if she had thrown herself at him Mouse could have never gotten past the feeling of betrayal he would have felt towards Carson. Mouse wasn't boyfriend material, but if anyone had ever made him want to try it was Nocturne. It was hard to explain but she seemed to click with him on more than just a purely sexual level. he gave a shit. That was enough at least to catch his attention. Mouse drug her off behind the side of the building and ripped the black tank top he wore, around the shoulder.
He exposed the skin to her. "Fucking eat." He demanded. Mouse looked at her serious as if to say. Have you lost your fucking mind? He didn't know much about vampire lore, but every lore he had ever heard said that vampires who starve themselves eventually become crazed and go on a bloodthirsty killing spree. Mouse's concern was more for Nocturne, than everyone else's safety. They could handle their own shit. But for some odd reason Mouse felt like he had to protect Nocturne. Something he had never felt for any other woman in his miserable fucking life.
Sitting there Vince took the razors and tossed them into the garbage can by the toilet. He didn’t want to tiptoe around anything, but for a while he sat and thought about what he could possibly say to try and get through to Bastina. Fingers ran through his hair as it swept to one side. Honestly he felt like such a mess at the moment and couldn’t completely think straight. “Have I… Have I given you any reason to believe I wouldn’t have helped?” He asked.
He was sure he had but if it was because he hadn’t found her in that month she was gone he didn’t exactly blame her for feeling abandoned and betrayed. But he was kicking himself so hard because of it. When she didn’t answer his eyes turned to her, seeing her fidget with the rug. “I know I failed getting you back… and I’m so sorry. But I want to help you. I want to kno-” Before he could finish his sentence his lips were silenced by hers. Bastina moved onto his lap and his hands went to her sides careful of the scabbed cuts.
His lips moved with hers, his heart beating quickly beneath his ribs. Vince’s hands roamed from her sides to her hips forcing her down a little harder to grind into her. Feeling her pull away his eyes opened to the desperate look on her face. Hearing and feeling the ripping of his shirt as she pleaded with him drove him into higher gear. With her lips back on his, his body moved on its own. Vince’s hands cupped under her thighs as he moved to stand.
His feet carried them both back to the bedroom. She wanted his help to forget for the moment and he wasn’t going to push the subject right now. Getting to the bed he laid her there pulling back to pull off his torn shirt and his lips went to her neck. Going further down, his hands removing all obstacles in his way. He’d treat her to forgetting that other mans touch on her body.
The perspective of a vampire is somewhat like seeing everything in digital High definition. Every partical of dust and dead skin in the air. Microorganisms on each surface and the way light rays reflect off a surface. The fact that she could hear every heartbeat for miles. The scent of blood could tell her many things as far as age, gender and species of the surrounding prey. Right now her mind was in one track of thought process. Find prey and fill the need, she was craving so badly. Sure she ate and drank just like a normal human but she required this extra drink. It kept her body in tune and running like a blood transfusion.
Her head turned and a deep breath of something caught her. Right as she was going to snatch some young guy up she felt a rough hand on her arm. Her target went on about his night laughing on the phone and she turned quickly. A loud audible hiss was heard as her blood-red eyes found a new target. Though they faded back to their original color hearing his voice. It was clear she was hungry and he wasn't really one she wanted to see that side of her.
It was so very unflattering and she could see the concerned look in his eyes. Still there was a burn in her throat that was begging to be soothed. The sound of each fiber in his shirt ripping echoed in her ears. The wind swirling around them took the scent of his tempting blood to her nose. A fraction of a second and he was roughly shoved into the brick wall behind him. "I'm... sorry..." escaped her lips along with a primal growl. All her restraint around him faded as her tongue moved across his shoulder.
Into the nape of his neck is where her fangs finally came to rest. One of her hands moved to the opposite side of his neck and rest on the back, holding him there. The other was on the wall and started to slowly dig into the bricks as she drank the precious crimson Liquid. The sound of crumbling wall could be heard as she forced her fangs to retract and she jumped back from him. After several minutes of silence during her meal her eyes finally met his. The red color faded away and her tongue ran over her now crimson lips.
Even after a fill of his blood her throat was burning for more and her eyes switched to someone passing the alley. Quickly she grabbed the woman and slammed her into a wall. The mid-twenties girl was knocked out from the impact and nocturne finished her fill to drink. With a snap of the neck the lifeless body hit the ground. Now that her throat wasn't burning she just stared at mouse for a few minutes. "We should get back." She spoke not being able to find words to say. Her gaze dropped from his as she started to move past him with still so many uncertain things on her mind.
When it came to talking he wasn't the best and she didn't know where to start. The physical nature of their relationship was easy. It was primal and driven by lust so no thinking was needed. Right now she just wanted to disappear into the background and made find a drink near as intoxicating as the high his blood had given her. Even though that didn't seem like it would happen in this century.
Mouse's generous sacrifice was in vein, because Nocturne still ended up killing some dumb bitch across the street. Mouse was lightheaded on his feet and wobbly as fuck when it came right down to it. Mouse, being the big tough guy that he was didn't let her see just how much she had taken from her. He didn't want her feeling bad about it. In case she got this way again he wanted to be the lifeline she could depend on.
Why? Hell, he didn't know. He just cared about her in some strange explainable way. it was explainable because Mouse had never given a shit before about anyone besides his club. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling with hallmark card bullshit written all over it with big X'S and O'S. Mouse was looking like a lumberjack biker straight out of a caveman's cave, but it didn't mean the big guy didn't have a heart somewhere buried deep down in that big meaty chest of his.
"Careful, it'll go right to your thighs." He joked trying to keep the mood light and fun, he used the joke to mask the sound of a cough. Fuck he had never felt this weak before. She hadn't drained him this much the first time she bit him. And he didn't know how it worked. He wasn't expecting to inherit cool ass vampire powers, but he wasn't expecting to feel like death. Mouse was leaning against the wall. "You go on beautiful, someone has to get rid of the body." He said lighting a smoke as casually as he could and waiting for her to just round the corner so he could collapse.
Big strong Mouse didn't want to appear weak in front of her. It was a guy thing. When she left Mouse finally collapsed. Sliding down the wall against his back and breathing out a gust of hot air. His fingers tingled and the lines of his veins were black for a moment. It felt like a posion coursing through his mother fucking veins. Bits of spit peppered his bushy beard as he tried to get his fucking shit together. He turned to the body and sighed. How the fuck was he going to move that thing?
