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| Topic Started: Jan 4 2009, 10:54 PM (189 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Jan 4 2009, 10:54 PM Post #1 |
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Parker McLaren woke up in a bed that was not his own. Granted, this was an uncommon occurance, but not an unheard of one. He knew, however, he had gone to sleep in his own apartment. Why do I know that? He asked himself. There was something that registered in his head. He'd had sex with a fae. He'd had sex with Vivian. That was how he knew he'd gone to sleep in his bed. Mental five. He looked around, trying to take stock of the room. It was a hotel room, pretty shabby. It had a familiar vibe to it. But he felt something even more familiar. An aura that he had felt on two occasions before. And associated with... Parker murmured out in a very familiar fashion. "I've got a baaad feeling about this one." It was then that the animator realized that he was dressed in just his boxers. Not just boxers, but boxers that he had bought in the wrong-size. And with little flowers on them. D'oh, a little part of him died from the sheer embarrassment. However, he still found the strength of will to roll out of the bed, assuming some sort of relaxed but alert fighting stance. "Okay, Vale the Wonderslut, where the heck are ya?" |
 
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| Vale | Jan 4 2009, 11:24 PM Post #2 |
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It wasn't so much the fact that Vale was still pissed off at Parker for trying to kill her then more, she was bored and needed some amusement. The typical things just weren't doing it for her lately, and however interesting Sage, Masaru, Diego and all of those others were, she grew bored of them after a while. Though Parker wasn't entirely something new in her life, he was still a change from her routine, and that was exactly what the vampiress needed at the moment. Upon hearing that her bestest fae friend Viv had met the executioner just days ago at her club, immediately she'd started to plot ways to get back at him. There was no way he'd merely allow her to enter his home... and Vale wasn't going to stoop so low as to stalking.. what better way to force him into a confrontation then to use Viv against him? So, after a little bit of organization, it'd been decided that after Viv and Parker had their fun, Viv would deliver the man to hotel room where he and Vale had first slept together. She knew about his obsession with Karma, irony and all that.. and figured that it'd be the perfect place to get her revenge. She'd been sitting behind him on the bed, leaning against the wall, hidden perfectly within the shadows. There was no light in the room apart from whatever moonlight seeped in through the curtains, which was little in itself. So it was really no wonder that he didn't spot her at first. She stayed perfectly still as he looked around the room, before oh so gracefully rolling out of the bed and standing up. Vale rolled her eyes - he just looked so tough, she was shivering in her boots. She stood on the bed, jumping to the ground behind him. And then proceeded to smack him upside the head. It wasn't amazingly hard - enough to hurt for a few seconds before fading. Of course, she moved out of arm's reach the moment she'd done it - right by the curtains and into the light. "Wonderslut? Please.. even you could be a little more creative then that. Nice boxers, by the way." |
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| Deleted User | Jan 9 2009, 04:04 PM Post #3 |
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Parker felt the blow come to him. He fell to his knees from the sheer force, and yelped as pain lanced through him. His inertia carried him so that he fell on his hands as well. It took a moment for him to regain his wits, and to push the pain aside-a little trick he had picked up in his travels to help him when things like evil vampire babes with overdone fashion styles. Looking up to Vale, he raised up a hand and flipped her off. “Go screw yourself, you undead ho.” Yea, sure he was going to probably get beat more for that, but he wasn’t caring right now. It was not a good moment for him, and it wasn’t something he relished. He knew that karma was a bitch, but this was just ridiculous. Parker slowly rose to his feet, wishing that he was in any other place than this. Leaning against the wall, he asked. “So, Bitch-zilla, why go bother me?” He grumbled out in his rough American voice. |
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| Vale | Jan 9 2009, 05:24 PM Post #4 |
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She smiled wickedly as he flipped her off, fighting the urge to snap his finger for it. He sure as hell deserved it - she'd spent an entire week locked in a coffin because of his attempt on her life. Not just because he'd tried to kill her, but because it'd been him, an executioner/animator that she'd slept with and hadn't killed. In her eyes it was his fault; the least he could've done was shut the hell up when Masaru came along, but noo. He'd had to mouth off and annoy her - and make her shoot her master, by accident. The way she saw it, he'd brought this upon himself.. and just so happened to be extremely unlucky when it came to his choice in women. "Now, why would I want do to that when you're right here?" She asked, tone taunting as she watched him. Woops. The blow had been a little harder then she'd expected - oh well. He'd be fine, and if not, too bad. "C'mon Parker, there's no need for name calling, I mean, you weren't this cruel when we first met..." No, back then he'd been amazingly cheesy. But she supposed it'd worked, so she couldn't really complain. "Guess you had a change of heart when I tried to shoot you.. and vice versa." She shrugged a shoulder, walking back into the darkness. ".. Get off the wall," Vale ordered after a moment, not really expecting him to listen. Part of her wanted him to ignore the demand, just so she could force him into it. Things were so much funner when he had no choice in them. |
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| Deleted User | Jan 18 2009, 07:11 PM Post #5 |
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Parker leaned back further, just to spite her. He was in a bad mood now, without any weapons. He couldn't take a vampire in straight hand-to-hand in his state right now. He'd done it before-naked too. But he wasn't in any position of advantage right now. He didn't really care if she killed him. Out of all the things to kill him, better one little bitch of a vampire than any of the ten thousand other things that wanted him dead. Demons, Alpha shifters, Master Vampires, Fae nobles...one little neon-dressed blond would make them all furious that she succeeded where the rest had let the rogue guy get away. Parker looked over at Vale, and sneered with a nasty smile. "Listen here, Vale." He drawled out her name, making him sound like he was bored more than anything. "There is nothing you could do that nobody ain't done to me before. I've had bums with twice the size of your little tick-sized brain abuse me. What's the phrase...ah, yes. There is nothing new under my sun." Parker held out his hand made a "come here" motion. He looked at her, growling out. "So hit me with your best shot, Emma Body-Frosty. I went after you because I had a job. Jobs are how I pay my rent. I would have killed Jesus, if the bounty was high enough. If you can't deal that you're worth a month's rent to me, and that if you kill a guy you get a bounty on your head, damn, sister. You need to get a reality check. Grow. Up." |
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| Vale | Feb 13 2009, 09:07 PM Post #6 |
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Did he really think she was that spiteful, that just the thought of one executioner coming after her was enough to piss her off this much? Cocky bastard had no idea. The fact that he actually thought that just because he was an executioner and he'd killed a few vampires here and there that there was nothing new that could be done to him, amused her. She wasn't a council member's second and enforcer for no reason-- she knew a thing or two about how to deal with those that thought they could take on anything. By the time he was through with his little speech - she'd stopped listening about halfway through - Vale already knew what she was going to do. "My best shot... no, I don't think you'd quite be able to handle that," she remarked offhandedly, staring at him as if he was a child who'd just asked for the biggest toy in the store - one that'd obviously be too big for somebody so small to carry. "But you'll get the next best thing. Promise." The change in the air was almost physical - much like very sudden gust of wind to the face, but the window was closed tightly. It wasn't just lust that was entering the room - and ultimately, Parker's body - it was desire, and the kind of satisfaction that only a power such as the ardeur could bring. What he'd experienced the first time they'd been together in this room was barely a fraction of what she was forcing onto him now.. her intention? To trigger an addiction in Parker to the ardeur. "You see, Parker sweetie.. I could kill you, torture you, all kinds of things that you might never even imagine - but that would all just be too easy. The thought of having you, come to me of your own free will, now that..." She walked back toward him as she spoke, the words taunting. Reaching out, she went to grab at his arms - to pull him into her embrace, where the feeling would only be all the more concentrated. Much like a fire burning throughout his entire system. "That'd certainly be something new, wouldn't it?" Edited by Vale, Feb 13 2009, 09:08 PM.
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| Deleted User | Feb 14 2009, 02:38 AM Post #7 |
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Parker felt something in him as she talked. Shivers went down his spine in a very stereotypical fashion, but in a very different way than he was used to when facing a vampire he had pissed off. This wasn't a primal fear, but rather the kind he'd felt when he felt good, the kind of good that he had had earlier with Viv. He could feel his heart beat faster, racing to a beat matching a fast drum solo. Parker listened as she told him he wouldn't be able to take what she had-he'd gone after things a lot more nasty than she was. But then again, those things never really knew much about Parker. They usually just pulled a usual routine. Vale knew him, at least a little. And she had an in on his mind. But he didn't know that, not until it was too late. He found himself staring, barely even listening to her. She held out her arms to him, and like it was second nature he embraced her in his arms. Her skin felt cold against his, but it was perfect in every other aspect. He promised himself he wouldn't beg, that he'd walk away. But that was the rational part of his brain. The part of him that was being infected by her, the majority of him now, was the part that made him whisper to her. "Oh, God, yes." The rational part of his brain, now having just given up on resisting this burning feeling spreading through him now, only thought that he wished he wasn't in his Hawaiian boxers. |
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| Vale | Feb 14 2009, 01:54 PM Post #8 |
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Extremely pleased with the way Parker was reacting, Vale reached up and placed a hand at his chin, a small smile set in place on her lips. There was no resistance; no struggle whatsoever, and his whispered words only increased her current sense of victory. "Yes, what?" She asked, not entirely expecting an answer that would make very much sense. In her mind this was the most perfect means of dealing with one Parker McLaren; not only did she not have to kill him (as that would have just been too quick; too boring), but from what she'd seen, he was a fairly skilled executioner. He'd just happened to run into some bad luck, sleeping with one of his old target's closest friends, who happened to mention him to the vampiress. Point was, if he became addicted to her, those skills of his could come quite in useful, under the right circumstances... "What would you like me to do, Parker...?" Her hand ran over his head and through his hair, eventually coming to a rest at the back of his neck, while the other was currently making itself comfortable tracing the hem of his boxers. Without waiting for a reply, she guided his face closer to her own, before pressing her lips to his in an almost chaste kiss. She decided to give him a choice - or at least, make him believe he had some kind of choice. Let him decide if he wanted her to leave him alone, get out of his life forever and never bother him again.. or stay, and make him feel better then ever before. There was very little doubt in her mind that he would practically beg her to stay, but, there was always a chance that his willpower was just that strong. If that was the case, then she'd simply allow her hand to slip beneath the hem of his Hawaiian boxers, and ask again. "..Do you want me to leave? I'll walk out the door and you'll never see me again; but you have to be sure." She knew that when this was all over, after he'd told her not to leave (which he would, even if it took a little more effort then she might've expected) that chances were, he might blame himself for the new addiction. Besides; he was the one that'd told her to give it her best shot; who could really blame her for doing so? Edited by Vale, Feb 14 2009, 01:55 PM.
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| Deleted User | Feb 15 2009, 03:33 PM Post #9 |
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Parker was losing control of himself now. He could feel his heart race, feel blood coursing through him. It was the most wonderful feeling he’d felt in a long time. Even when he’d hunted in recent months, he hadn’t felt anywhere close to alive. Were he lucid, he would have mused at the fact that the only way he could feel alive now was under the psychic narcotic of a vampire. No, he would have hated it. But he wasn’t lucid. He was under Vale’s spell. And he loved it. With a quiet voice, he said. “Yes. I want you, Vale. I need you, please.” It wasn’t like he could have said anything else. She was irresistible in his eyes, and he could worship her. Bow down, kiss her feet, anything she wanted. He had it, had it bad. He looked down at her, into her eyes. With an almost pleading quality to his voice, he whispered. “Anything, Vale. Give me anything. Bite me, screw me…I need you.” If someone had asked him why he was submitting to Vale, he’d never have even thought about it. All he knew that instinctively, he needed this woman now. |
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| Vale | Feb 16 2009, 07:38 AM Post #10 |
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It was needless to say that Vale was quite pleased with his response; there was no fighting it now. He was completely under her spell, and if all went well, would be for some time. She had no intention of letting Parker simply walk away from this new addiction - not that she honestly believed he could. He'd probably regret it later.. but he would come back to her, and back again after that. There was no doubt in her mind. "Shh," she cooed softly, a victorious smile set in place upon her lips. "Just, relax.." Despite the fact that she had to stretch in order to reach properly, as she stretched up and pressed her lips to his neck softly, the movement still felt strangely comfortable. With a small, gentle shove, she pushed him back in the direction of the wall - purely for the convenience of not having to support either herself or him whilst standing. It made it all the easier for her to graze his skin by his jugular vein with her fangs, drawing only a thin stream of blood, at first. She licked the red liquid away before it managed to travel down his neck, before sinking her fangs into the wound, making it both deeper and wider, so that more of the blood would gush into her mouth. Somewhere during the feeding, her arms shifted position so that they were wrapped around his upper abdomen, supporting him in case she took too much blood and he began to grow weak. The bite was very much orgasmic, but she was prepared to handle any way he might handle it, be it simply 'melting' so to speak, violence (you could never be too sure, with executioners and the like), etc.. (( lul sorry for crappiness I wanted to finish it before school and didn't have time to proof read!)) |
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| Deleted User | Feb 16 2009, 05:48 PM Post #11 |
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Parker could have never asked for a greater feeling. Unlike any bite of a vampire before, the feeling of simple sweet bliss spread through his entire body. He didn’t care that his blood was flowing out of his body. He was in a very real way wounded. But all he cared about was that her bite was the greatest release he could ever wish for, even if it was entirely mental, the result of a spell. He leaned into her, whispering. “Vale…” He slid his hands around her. One slid around her waist, the other around her shoulders. Parker held Vale to him, closing his eyes as he let simple base pleasures control his reaction. He didn’t care now that she might be killing him. He just might have let her if it felt like that when he died. But she wouldn’t. He hoped, just for the possibility she might just do it again. In a moment of instinct he murmured. “Oh, hell.” Parker had never believed in a real higher power. Just karmic retribution. Just the belief that some system of blind probabilities balanced itself out eventually. But in the few moments of the bite that had transpired so far, he might have simply dropped to his feet and started worshipping Vale. Vampires had bitten him before. Vampires from the Belle Morte family had bitten him before. Maybe it was Vale. Or maybe it was him now. But what he knew was that he loved every second of what should have been hell. |
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| Vale | Feb 27 2009, 04:41 PM Post #12 |
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He reacted in a relatively normal and ordinary way - not that there was anything wrong with this. The way he acted was completely satisfactory, and if he kept up this behavior he'd prove to be quite the useful asset. Hopefully Vale wouldn't be forced to kill him in the end.. she'd purposely left Parker alive several times now despite having been told to kill him on sight. In a way, causing him to become addicted was also a way to turn something that would've otherwise been quick and boring into a long term source of amusement. She continued to feed from his neck until he began to weaken; only pulling away when he began to grow slack in her arms. There was no doubt in Vale's mind that Parker would soon be forced to sleep, rest until his body could recover.. and then at that point she could come back for him. Or better yet, let him come to her. Yes; it'd save on both time and effort. He would find her, and if he couldn't after a couple of weeks then she'd pay him a brief visit just to say 'hello'. After finishing with the executioner, she'd practically carried him over to the bed, where she'd laid him down to rest. She left after a short while; first making sure to do a few things on her phone before heading back toward the Ossuary. There was no doubt in her mind that one way or another, she'd be seeing him again - very soon. |
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| Deleted User | Feb 28 2009, 08:53 PM Post #13 |
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Morning. Oh, crap, were the first thoughts to run through Parker. He had what was surely a hangover. No, this was one worse. He was on a down. He rolled out of bed quickly, misjudging the distance. He hit carpet, knocking him back into reality and out of his waking stupor. "Holy shit." He grumbled, then started to think. He was wearing his Hawaiian boxers. That was never a good sign. Parker started to rummage through his memory, trying to salvage what he could. He stood up, surveying the room. From years of living in a nearly-survivalist manner, he'd learned how to pick up memories after a bad brawl or binge. It was starting to come back to him. He remembered shaving last night...putting on his only good suit. Huh? Oh. He checked around the hotel room. A Saturday paper lay on the nightstand. Yesterday had been Saturday. Saturday had been...the date with Viv. Parker made his way into the bathroom. No toothbrush, no clothes. He looked at himself in the mirror. His permanent five-o'clock shadow had returned easily enough. More of his memory started to come back to him-dinner, the sex. And then Vale. It smacked him like a Hadouken. She'd hit him up with the vamp mojo. Crap. Parker hurried to the phone in the hotel room. He picked up the receiver, then realized that his usual "Bros" were out of town or AWOL. Tyler, most importantly, had been off the radar due to Parker's advice. So he got desperate, called the one person he hadn't imagined calling. He dialed Viv. He waited for a noise, then just babbled. "Hey, Viv, it's Parker. Parker McLaren. I'm in really bad trouble. Wonderslut vampire knocked me with some bad mojo. I'm in desperate need of clothes, a ride, and possibly a 'de-Hypnosis guide'?" |
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| Viv | Mar 6 2009, 03:19 PM Post #14 |
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Viv sighed, he'd rang over an hour ago and she'd only just checked her answering machine she felt bad for the guy and more then a little pissed off at Valencia, she'd desided it might be fun to start lengthening her name when she got annoyed at her vertically challenged friend just to make it seem more official. She hadn't expected when she'd screwed the guy over, literally and figuratively that she would go that far but then honestly what had Viv expected of her floozy friend? Sighing again she broke into Parkers appartment as discretely as possible and went searching for his clothes, he didn't appear to be very fashion conscious but then that was more then obvious the moment she had layed eyes on the nerdy man, he did have his charm in a nerdy kind of way. Wondering around she picked up some pants and some hidious christmas shirt from the 80s, ignoring the random porn magazine she found around the place she walked out closing the door behind her. Back in her car she took off when it suddenly occured to her that the weinie hadn't actually told her where he was, she didn't want to seem involved in this in anyway so picking up her mobile she rang the poor stranded possibly naked guy...mm naked, maybe if he wasnt so scared by Vales games they could go at it again he wasnt half bad, for a human anyway. Dailing his number she poke into the phone. "Ahhh Hey, Parker you like forgot to tell me where you are I have nooo idea how to find you," She said when someone picked up the phone, not even waiting to hear if it was an answering machine or really caring for that matter. She wondered if he was even still at the place anymore, now that was a amusing Parker running around Paris in his ugly underwear. |
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