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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 8, 2011 21:55:08 GMT -8
Bloodshot eyes pulsated with the ticking beat of his ready heart, a hungry scowl in his chest as he considered the following; what to do of this place. A secluded school ground with nothing but the prey to stalk meagerly as they roamed the grasslands of his hunting ground, or perhaps to play the field as their newest of leaders convoluted with his own sense of what to do. Politics were such difficult matters to endure and while all he wanted was a fresh taste of the action.
He'd hymn to himself the melodies of Lisa's playthings all the while whimsically playing with a string of a locket he'd found lingering in his old closet. An old memory perhaps, or a new found pleasure, he'd hoped the former but a squint in his eyes presented a more present concern to his interests, irritating his very nostrils as he weaved the chain link beneath tender postuoles.
Dressed all black he'd let his appearance show vigor for standing out as the boy sat atop the playground monkey bars being reminded that he was no longer a little boy. It was a difficult representation, said change, he'd been leering at the fact for so long that the transition was increasingly difficult.
*crunch*
The pool of blood in his mouth as the girl before him went limp to his bite. Yes she'd been there, not as a lunch date, but the very appetizer. Purple hemming at the base of her dress, the flourish scent filling him with delight. His heart racing a measure faster to catch up to hers and quickly surpass her beats.
Mmmmmmm
Sophomore
They were so easy and tasted of candy. The ruby red luscious flavor drooping from his lips before dropping her limpness at the wayside. *Crunch* Body meeting the weak equipment would leave her bruised and battered. Something short of a violent abuse, though it was anything but. She was willing but unconscious of the end result. With a satisfied and even smug look, Lucas would wipe his mouth politely.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Aug 9, 2011 18:27:43 GMT -8
it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist. [/font] and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center] Normally things had to do with more the wrong person at the right time or the right person at the wrong time, but overall, it was her experience with being the wrong person at the wrong time. She never quite knew what she’d find in old areas and instead settled for just wandering around. It wasn’t that she had no common sense, but she knew the areas well enough to know that she wasn’t going to be attacked or singled out just for being there. Although her choice of clothing left enough to the imagination, she wasn’t dressed like a cheap, two-bit whore.
A simple leather jacket covered her torso and hid the white top underneath and slightly baggy jeans enhanced her figure rather than hid it, plus she was wearing boots today, so it gave her a few extra inches of height. None of the tattoos she had showed, which she was glad for, well, except for a few inches of the feathers on her back from the angel wings tattooed there, but most didn’t notice them. Her dirty blonde hair was tied back tonight in a braid, instead of being allowed to go free as it usually did. A few wisps escaped here and there, giving her a pretty look, like she was more innocent than she had ever been.
Asher blinked faintly, shifting as if she heard something, frowning and turning towards the sound but not moving from where she was standing. It would be stupid to investigate especially if she didn’t hear a single sound other than what sounded like a stray animal and instead she shook it off, shoving her hands in her pockets as if she were going to continue on her way. Amethyst eyes were kept steady around her, as she didn’t feel like dealing with someone else at the moment.
She’d run again, away from an abusive soon-to-be ex, and the jacket hid her bruises as well as the pants. It didn’t matter that she didn’t have anything but her keys on her, she always knew where she could hide and did, but it didn’t change the fact that her arms and the upper half of her body was covered in bruises and she had a bandaged cut lacing down her thigh. Things had gotten nasty and she’d left, telling the asshole to leave after finding him in bed with some other girl. Of course, never being a fighter, he’d shown up at her place and proceeded to beat up on her and then leave, prompting Ash to get out and wait for a while to head back.
It wasn’t the first time it’d happened and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, but walking around California with fresh bruises and a fresh cut was asking for trouble.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 13, 2011 21:59:45 GMT -8
Hunger was of course still within him, he was always hungry, venturing from one sort of lust to the next feeling the fluctuation waver here and there like the torrents of the ocean's waves. With a deep breath he'd take in his surroundings, he could smell fear in the air. Fear of course he judged coming from the feinted girl at his flank now left to her own luck however her emotions rode high on lust rather than pertaining to caution. A bruised soul ventured into the foray making their way to his position until his calm stride managed into the open ground across the school playground and now into the side street adjacent split by a mere brush.
"Couldn't keep away I see?"
Lucas would taunt from the bushes only revealing his face for a moment before retreating back within playing the seldom game of cat and mouse provoking his prey at the other side. He of course caught now that his garments were soaked in the girl's blood. However much he'd cleaned his face, his clothes remained soiled. This was suspicious now, he'd have to rely upon the element of surprise to intoxicate this lass.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Aug 14, 2011 10:31:05 GMT -8
it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist. [/font] and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center] The voice made her turn and inhale quickly, eyes scanning through the dusk shadows. They were growing longer and it was eerie, especially since she hadn’t planned on encountering another being today after earlier. She took an instinctive step back, almost ready to flee as one hand rested right above her heart, trying to calm down about it and instead just looking around quickly, trying to take in as much detail as she could.
It was not a good situation, any way you looked at it and with her previous injuries, things could easily go downhill fast. Ash was by no means a fighter, but she would struggle anyways and scream if she had to. Thank god she could at least do that much, but she was almost every inch a victim despite her other seeming prevalence in bed and the simple fact she had multiple partners meant that she was going to end up one way or another at someone else’s mercy.
The tiny girl knew that whoever it was wanted her to play but she didn’t want to leave the safety of her side of the street and there was almost no way to coax her into doing so unless it somehow meant that her life was even more in danger out here. Which it could very well be, but she had no real dreams of ever living long enough to worry about the choices she made now.
Her feet had already unintentionally carried her across the street for a morbid curiosity but since she hadn’t caught the face, she just knew that the voice was taunting and talking to her on the deserted street. Chewing her lip, the small silver bar in her tongue flashing quickly before she stepped back, her back pressing into the wall behind her as she shifted her attention to the road briefly before she decided to even utter a single word to the voice.
“What the fuck are you talking about? Who's there?” she asked, not entirely sure if this was some drugged up kid or god knows what back there, she hesitated, trying to suppress the fear she felt as she spoke, or at least managing to dredge up some brave front while she spoke, her words clear yet soft, trying not to draw more attention to herself.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 14, 2011 12:18:24 GMT -8
Wincing down at the blood at his chest Lucas quickly mentalized how this reaction would unfold. He didn't see things turning out too well, certainly not advantages to his position however a plan formulated in the recesses of his skull. The constant manipulator he'd grin from his retreat.
"I apologize I thought you were someone else...."
His voice would waver with a drudging weakness in it, exhaustion and pain hymning in the seems. He'd let his hands droop down to the ground grabbing a shard like rock and pressing it against his skin to draw blood. First a gash against his wrist and secondly a gash against his torso just beneath the hems of his shirt. The blood that'd dried wasn't his so he needed evidence of entry wounds to fool this girl. He'd play the victim now.... only to get in her head. Then the games would begin.
"Don't be frightened, please.... come here."
The whispy voice dramatic with more faux weakness. He'd lay down on the scattered ground, feeling the rocks beneath his rump levied him with discomfort.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Aug 14, 2011 13:58:31 GMT -8
it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist. [/font] and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center] She gasped faintly and took a step back, uncertain of what to make from the sudden change of demeanor. She frowned and shifted before catching an unmistakable scent in the air. After bandaging yourself up for years, you knew blood when you smelled it and especially after what had happened two years ago, she couldn’t ever forget it. The smell alone made her take a few steps forward before she paused, wondering what the hell was going on, and if she should wait and call and ambulance or not.
She frowned again; biting down harder on her already split lip before she pushed over to finally see who she was talking to. Her senses were on end and she was nervous, not only because she was already injured but because who knew if she would end up dead in some alley way. Not like anyone would miss her, if she did and she’d be marked up to just another casualty of violence. Upon emerging through the alley, she gasped, the face resting familiar in the back of her mind, but not enough for there to be any other connection.
Blood was covering him and yet she failed to register the lack of blood around him, anything that would indicate a struggle of some sort and instead her feet moved her closer. She knew enough about patching people up and winced before kneeling down, ignoring the throbbing in her leg and the fact that her bandage was soaking through onto her jeans, displaying her own state prominently, but she would brush it off and say it was his blood if pushed. After all, she did have to have some sort of ability to get herself out of trouble often.
“Do I need to call an ambulance?” she asked, dropping her gaze from the familiar face to scan over his body for extensive injuries. Needless to say, her guard had dropped, but for the most part it took quite a bit to even consider manipulating her mentally. Physically, it was far easier to push her around, but with her mind it was way too hard for just anyone to manipulate her in whichever way they pleased. Push her, she pushed back.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 20, 2011 13:08:11 GMT -8
He could smell the intensity of the blood, the mixture of not two but three parties involved. Lucas would refrain from grinning as his own dark amethyst hues sized her up searching for the spot of injury. Of course to her he would probably look like a struggling victim, eyes wandering for whatever sake of life they could, however they much more mirrored the focus of a predator hungering for a place to bite.
"Please don't.... I can't. ugh."
Lucas would make a fake groan although feeling a twinge of pain in his gut gripping the would and releasing the injury only to see a bit of blood roll downwards. His hand would put some pressure on, no sense dying over a girl. He'd groan with irritation over himself and his impulsive decisions.
"...I can't go to the hospital, please just patch me up..." Another slight groan. "You don't look too good yourself... maybe you should."
His eyes would narrow in on the would of hers, yes he was going to illicit as to why, perhaps even would her deeper. He fought more with the mind than with the weapons.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Aug 22, 2011 17:52:55 GMT -8
it comes down to this; your kiss, your fist. [/font] and your strain; it gets under my skin, within.[/color][/i][/font][/center] It was a slight hesitation, a small tell, that whatever she said next was going to be not entirely truthful. Ash hated getting people involved in her life and much more hated when they tried to pry, seeming to be such a ‘good Samaritan’ where it made her sick to her stomach to even try to fathom people who did good deeds just because they were altruistic. Nobody was altruistic and everyone had one motive or another, be it spiritual or hedonistic, it all boiled down to having an ulterior motive.
Unfortunately, Asher also had a sense of compassion for people and that more often than not led her into horrible situations and choices as she edged closer to the person on the ground, unable to shake that nagging feeling of his face being familiar somehow, but she couldn’t quite remember how. It unnerved her, needless to say, and the feeling resulted on her chewing on her already battered lip, opening it again with a small amount of fresh blood welling up to the surface, her tongue unconsciously collecting the droplets.
The pants leg of her jeans had become darker where her wound was starting to come through and she shrugged, not fully answering the question. “It was a drunken fight,” she said, neglecting to mention that it was a purely one-sided fight, where she lost. Extending a delicate hand, she gently started to move his shirt so she could see the wound, hoping it was nothing too serious.
“I don’t need a hospital, I’ve dealt with worse on my own,” she said softly. “Sit still so I can see, please?”
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 22, 2011 23:24:42 GMT -8
He didn't much care for her explanation, he did however enjoy the fretting expression she exposed. It was like candy and he hungered from it like a sadist to someone's pain. Then there was the split, the split of her lips and he'd already felt an uncontrollable need to feast upon her flesh, the expose that was her life force now pooled out. Sanguine dreams rushed to his mind, the pools salivating his throat.
Soon enough his eyes had turned into their own black pools, glaring at her very intently upon the patch of blood as she spoke.
“I don’t need a hospital, I’ve dealt with worse on my own,” she said softly. “Sit still so I can see, ple-”
He'd cut her off quickly, his lips would have lurched forward into a biting, making out sort of mixture that a youth would have probably called kissing, though the sloppiness of it all was animalistic, bestial even.
OMNOMNOM! The blood was satisfying his lust, perhaps confusing her but it didn't matter he was hungry. And with that the wounds would slowly heal.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Aug 22, 2011 23:33:04 GMT -8
The action took her by utter surprise, the fast motion unable to register in her mind and suddenly she was on the ground underneath the kid with his mouth on hers. She flinched, seeing stars where her head collided with the ground, a soft sound making it past her throat from the sudden pain. She lay dazed for a moment, trying to regain her ability to see or even move, the rocks and trash spread around the alley digging uncomfortably into her.
Blinking rapidly at the sudden increase in pain from the kiss, her hands flew up to shove at him in hopes of pushing him off of her and back, giving her some space, maybe to run. If he didn’t budge, her hand would grope for something to attempt to hit him with to knock him off and back. Either way, she wasn’t about to go down without a fight if she could avoid it and right now, he wasn’t giving her much of an option with the sudden antics he had pulled.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Aug 25, 2011 17:06:42 GMT -8
Throttled. At this point Lucas was found to be straddling her, his face in a tight embrace with hers teeth baring down on her lip as he bit lightly. Once more she'd feel the sharp force against his chest, even though he was weak he'd still remain atop her mostly unmoved only proving to invigorate his thrust down on her. He half considered battering her skull in but the taste was intoxicating and keeping himself bound to her torso. If she wanted him off..... (I won't finish due to my train of thought >_>)
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Aug 26, 2011 20:50:47 GMT -8
Ash froze, a small whimper bubbling past her lips as he bit down harder, drawing more blood from her. She didn’t know what to do, instead lay there, frozen until she started to formulate a plan. There was a rock handy, she felt it, so she inched it close in to her body while she played the part of a victim. She shifted underneath him, bringing their bodies into almost flush contact, shifting her hips up against his as if she were going to try and throw him off that way.
Amethyst eyes fluttered closed as she forced another sound past her lips, something not as weak sounding before she moved again, trying to find a better angle. To others, this would feel as if she were subtly trying to hint at something else, something a little more animalistic and human. She moaned faintly when he managed to press into her bruises, a sort of soft sigh that let on that it hurt just right and she meant to encourage him.
While her other arm moved up and smashed the rock into his skull as hard as she could.
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Post by Lucas Delacroix on Sept 26, 2011 12:14:36 GMT -8
She was enjoying this too.... He could feel it in the shifts of her body signaling the appeal of sex. It rattled him, throttled him to feel the pulsating of much more than simply bloodlust, at this point he knew what he'd wanted from her extended beyond the short lived appeal of food no he wanted her to be a part of his collection. The yearning was only magnified as she moaned. His bite breaking aback to take a look at her as his hand would grope her to put the frail woman down, until.
*Crunch*
Falling to the side Lucas felt the sharp pain sting into the side of his head, a lone trail of blood followed by many other streams etching down his head stinging into his eyes and he rolled on his back trying to stave off the flow and pain etching into his skull.
"FUUUCK!"
A hiss of pain rolling into a semi-fetal position trying to recall all that was going on. By now she'd likely have taken flight, something he wouldn't let her get away with lest not far.
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Post by Asher LeBeau on Sept 27, 2011 4:45:37 GMT -8
He was right about one thing, she had taken flight. The moment he’d rolled off her, she’d sprung up, thankful for the years of gymnastics training she’d gone through plus the need for escaping awkward situations. Hands had slapped down on the pavement and she’d instantly pushed up, feet going as she took off back towards the street, however deserted. It was better than getting lost in a maze of alley ways and ending up at a dead end, both figuratively and literally.
Asher risked looking back when she heard him yell, putting on an extra burst of speed and thankful for once her hair was tied back as she took off, her jacket ditched as she moved, it only weighing her down. She tossed it haphazardly to the side, grateful she only had the basic necessities with her and ran, feet echoing down the side walk. She was smart enough to not scream, as no one would help and instead contented herself to looking for open shops, doors, places she could duck into.
She could feel the blood dripping over her lip and she brought a wrist up to wipe it away, cursing when it hurt more than it had intended. She was not happy with the situation and fear was the only thing that kept her going despite the bruises and the blood covering her battered frame.
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