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Hunting Grounds; Sephyr & Tore
Topic Started: Jan 3 2014, 07:30 AM (1,307 Views)
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To say it was not her scene would have been an understatement, but Sephyr looked the part. Her unbound crimson hair hung below her waist, her molten gold eyes were accentuated even more by the black mascara and eyeliner, both much heavier than she usually wore them. Only a pair of shoestring straps held the backless black silk dress with corset lacing down the sides in place, her boots were the only thing she was going to regret losing if the night turned out to be as bad as she feared it might. Beyond that there was nothing, not a single adornment or embellishment.

Nor did she need them.


The designer boots she wore had a relatively flat sole but were chunky enough to bring a gothic feel to her entire outfit. It was a good thing she was already a tall woman to begin with, the knee high boots did not really give her more than a couple inches in that department. Whoever decided that chunky boots and skimpy dresses went together was a genius! She wasn’t going to be in any danger of rolling her ankles or getting her toes crushed without having to sacrifice showing off the dancer physique she had. The bouncer at the front of Fallen just moved the rope across for the temptress to pass without even needed to stand in the line. As much as the man would have enjoyed the idea, there was no reason at all to search her for concealed weapons... there was not much she could have concealed. She didn’t even have a jacket or a coat on and the snow was piled up in the corners.

If there was one thing being a vigilante had taught her, it was that the bad guys never failed to bring along extra weapons she could get her hands on one way or another. The lacing down the side of her dress hung half way down her thighs, brushing against her skin as she moved. It was not that she intentionally tried to stand out, more that there was a certain presence to Sephyr that she could not have avoided.

At least her crimson hair was not obvious. No one in the night club was exactly what she would have called normal.

But dressed inappropriately or not, she was in there to work. She had been following a vial of Red Eye which showed up in Dusk... it had made it personal the moment the drug had appeared in her own establishment. It would be the first and last time. She had already followed the trail to the dealer and it had only taken a few seconds of some one on one time before he gave up his supplier. It was funny how fast melting someone’s gun in front of them made them reconsider their allegiances. He had been hauled in by the narcotics division swearing he was going to get out of the game... like she had not heard that a hundred times.

Chasing a supplier should have been a fairly simple task, but all she had was a name and a description. Some creep named Vic with a spider tattoo on his neck. Honestly, there was no originality in the world. What the dealer had failed to mention was that Vic was a member of the Xin Hop. Or that he use to be... if the rumours were to be believed, the former Triad skipped out after an entire shipment of Red Eye went missing. Stolen right out of his car... that was his story and he was sticking to it.

How hard was it going to be to find a single man in the crowd of a few hundred?


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It was his complete confidence that he knew who or at least what the three men were that caught her attention. Sephyr’s golden eyes seemed to shift from the three men who looked as though they were going to be there a while back to the object of her very obvious interest. “What do you know of them?” She asked carefully. If the rumour was to be believed, they were regular’s of Fallen and she had never stepped foot in the nightclub before tonight. The sudden realisation that Salvatore may have known far more about Vic and his boys than she did, begged some kind of question.

His hand had slid around her waist and she needed no encouragement at all to contour every inch of her lithe body against his. She had seen who she was looking for, marked him for future hunting as it was. Starting something in the nightclub was not her style. She would wait for him and his thugs to leave before she was going to make any move on him.

Salvatore though... she couldn’t say that he was safe from the moves she wanted to make on him. Her fingers played with the edge of his white shirt, the silk gliding between her fingertips. Everything about him, every tiny detail was intoxicating and alluring... even his scent was depriving her of the ability to think clearly. Her heart was all but thundering against the inside of her ribcage and she struggled to hold onto anything which resembled her sanity. This wasn’t Sephyr... she wasn’t the kind of girl to just swoon and start entertaining every naughty thought her very creative mind could conjure.

No one had ever accused her of being reserved either. She was passionate and warm, it just usually took a lot to bring that out.

She couldn’t exactly tell him that she was a vigilante... that she was hunting the Xin Hop men with intentions of putting them in the ground if they did not cooperate. A man with three PhDs could have figured out that was not exactly a valid life choice, no matter how capable she seemed. More than that, she didn’t want him to know. She was enjoying what was happening far too much to scare him off now. Every single part of her body was aware of Salvatore D’Amore.

Plus the way his hand had tightened around her waist had been protective. Deep down every woman, no matter how independent, loved the idea of a man who would protect her. It was imprinted in their genetic code. In that, Sephyr was just as human as the next woman.


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With a deep breath Tore would have recalled such an individual, if he had seen them before. Instead he would have looked over multiple Red Eye related deaths in the past four months, and not been capable of doing anything else other than stating the facts on how the individual had died due to illicit drug use. They still looked like a lawyer to him, just a weasel of a man.

“He looks like a lawyer, or a business man with serious gang affiliations. Their tattoos have not committed them to one side or the other, so it is unclear which rock they crawled out from.” His tone held appropriate hints of concern to who or what the three gentlemen were, but did not afford them any more attention than they deserved. He had his priorities. And she had not continued after them, which meant she was either keeping track of them, or biding her time.

His silver eyes ran back along her wondrous features as he gave into the warmth of his smile. There was no shred of innocence as his body naturally reacted to her form pressed against him. Only the hints of a devious smile was given as he realised she had no intent of letting him go so easily. Lifting his fingertips along her cheekbone he felt the all too familiar desire to consume her, he thirsted for her, ached uncontrollably for everything she was.

“I have a confession...” Although gentle his warm accented tone could still be made out from the crowd and loud music that continued to play. His hand turned slightly as the backs of his fingers ran along the warmth of her cheek and to her neck, a moment of pause was given as his instinct to feed overwhelmed rational thought. The look he gave her would have been obvious, she was more than some woman he picked up to chew on, he craved for so much more than the sweet blissful taste of her skin against his lips, followed by the sinking depth of-- There should have been blushing, but there was no point in denying what he needed, what he craved, even if he did not deserve such a thing from her.

His body formed around her as he leant in to whisper by her ear, his breath gently caressed against her ear as his body encroached around her stunning form. There was no question that she had a level of athletic fitness that he could tell from her physique and the gentle muscles of her back that his hand continued to hold her with.

“I came to Fallen for a drink... And now...” His gentle whisper paused as he smiled, the gentle touch of his cheek could not have been mistaken as he willed the hunger away. If only it was so easy. His hand gently ran into her length of hair as her scent intoxicated his thoughts.

“Now, I am hungry.” Every pause was given with his confession as the depth of his voice emphasised the blissful euphoria she had given him. In no way known could his meaning have been mistaken for anything other than her, now.

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Confession..? Was that usually when he started talking about the wife and the tribe of kids he had at home. But there was something about him which suggested he didn’t have a family. His hands continued to roam across her exposed skin, his touch was intimate without dipping into the realms of violating. At no stage did he go for the usual grope of her arse or chest. Salvatore was the perfect gentleman, if a gentleman could have felt so inexplicably perfect against the length of her body. His cool touch was like magic and his eyes that followed his fingers over her skin.

When his head sank closer to hers, it was her ear his lips almost pressed against. There was not going to be much of her left at this rate... He was destroying her by degrees. And his voice... she understood his meaning in a way the words alone could never have ever done justice. If that was the worst thing he could have confessed Sephyr was going to be in trouble. So much trouble. She caught the soft sigh and moan that tried escaping her lips too late.

Salvatore was unlike anyone she had ever met, and would likely meet again. Her own cheek pressed against his as she whispered in response, her voice breathless and betraying every measure of her longing and desire she held for him. “What are you?”

She really did not expect a response... but there was no way the man with his entire body encircled around hers was human. He made her feel more with a single look than every human lover she had ever taken combined.

Her fingers which had been toying with his silk shirt a moment earlier seemed to find their way up to his neck and jaw as she tilted backwards in his embrace to look at him once more. There was nothing human about the creature which looked down at her. Not his silver eyes which followed her like reflections of the moon, or his chiselled perfect features. He sounded Italian, but he didn’t necessarily look Italian... or any other definable race for that matter. In so many ways it was like seeing the supernatural reflection of her own unique appearance. Her thumb absently caressed along the line of his jaw, her eyes finally fixating on the perfect curve of his lips and smile.

The fantasies she was barely able to hold in check started to consume her, the wanton desire to know what his lips would have tasted and felt like pressed against her own... or any part of her body for that matter. He had planted the images there with the insinuation of naughty things he did with his mouth. It was almost as though she had no control over her own actions as her lips hesitated a hair’s width from his own, the warmth of her breath mingling with his. What the hell was she doing!? Nothing could have saved her right then and there, Sephyr teetered on the edge of the precipice without the will to save herself.

From within the loft seating Vic pressed the end call button on his phone and a second later proceeded to slam it into the table in front of him. To say he looked unhappy was an understatement, a moment after that he and the two gorillas he was with slowly started to make their way towards the exit.


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Sephyr would have seen the shift of his features as she questioned him. Humans only dared to ask such things when they knew their lives were forfeit, or their lover lay broken on the floor drained of blood. Salvatore’s colourful past had not been his finest achievement as humanity seemed to pull him back to a semblance of reality. The smile he wore was for her and her alone as he felt himself becoming something greater...

“I... Am complicated...” Each word was measured in degrees as his unearthly tone could only hint at the monster he truly was. The depth of his voice, the sensation he felt as her every breath fanned across his lips... The sweet caress of her hand against his jaw begged to be touched as his desires overflowed with the tensing of his every muscle.

Holding back was a reservation for the meek. In all his years he had never seen the likes of Sephyr de’Oraelis, and he was not going to let this moment pass without expressing his desires to their full extent. His mind hinted at the thoughts of pulling her up on his chest, and easing her hips onto his aching body. Taking the seductive woman where they stood in the middle of the Fallen nightclub would not have been the final option in his multitude of fantasies which only fuelled his intent of kissing her.

Tore gave no warning, only the sweet enclosure of his sculpted arms that wrapped around her body, and if she was willing, the crushing of his lips as they passionately consumed her own. His reaction to the taste of her sinful lips was unprecedented, like running his hand through a naked flame, warm, encompassing. He ached to feel himself surround her, protect her, longing for her...

Breathing... There should have been breathing.

His body reacted on base instinct as the taste of her lips enticed him to delve deeper, the parting of his lips gave way to a heated breath that only desired the consumption of her mind body and soul. Nothing more nothing less, he wanted to reach every part of the woman entwined in his arms. This thought fuelled his intent as his tongue would have parted her stunning lips, and dared to delve into the aching depths of her mouth. Every moment was euphoria as the sweetness of her mouth beckoned the longing moan which escaped his lips with unhindered passion, bordering animalistic desire for the creature within his arms.

This moment, it was this moment when he normally chose to sink his teeth into drink from his prey. Nothing tasted sweeter than the rapture of their blood and endorphins that pumped through their system. They had no way of knowing how marvellous they tasted to the likes of a Vampire Noble, it was pure bliss.

With every moment Tore was slipping from reality as his silver eyes closed and gave into every devious inclination. Why hadn’t he succumbed to a vampire’s natural reaction by now, why not take what is rightfully his according to the food chain. No, this was not the natural order, someone had changed the playing field. And the sinful woman in his arms should have felt that he wanted so much more from her, something so unique that only a slight percentage of the world could even fathom what it meant to his kind.

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Somewhere between his whispered words and his lips claiming hers, gravity ceased to function. The entire world came to a grinding halt and everything else faded away. She clung to Salvatore as a lifeline to reality even as he robbed her of it. This wasn’t her... yet regardless of how many times the thought played over and over in her head she was still returning his kiss with all the insatiable passion and intensity of a fire elemental.

She was the one who started this... the one who chose her lovers and pursued them. It was always on her terms, and she was always in control. But he had stripped that away from her from the moment he had laid eyes on her, he had stolen even the illusion of any control she had over the situation and even her own body. Ever reaction was instinctive, her body pressing against his, her arms wrapping around his neck and holding him captive against her. Even her fingers which buried into his hair the moment he deepened the kiss... her tongue sliding into his mouth.

When had she become this person?!

Then again, kissing a complete stranger in a nightclub was not exactly new for Sephyr...

The sound of her own voice continued to betray everything she longed for. The beat of the nightclub reverberated through her entire body but it only had a fraction of the effect of what Salvatore had on her. Her bottom lip raked along his canines, instantly slicing her kiss bruised lip open. It was not pain, but a sense of ecstasy and complete euphoria that washed over her fanning the flames which already threatened to consume her completely.

It was the taste of her own blood which finally brought reality crashing back down around her. Her lip burned for a moment somewhere between intense pleasure and pain before the feeling began to subside. In its place she still burned and ached for him. When she finally broke the kiss, her own teeth clamped down on the inside of her bleeding lip and she tried desperately to breathe... there was not enough air in all the world right then. Her lungs screamed for more air than they could hold, her heart still thundering within her chest. Her eyes had dissolved into molten pools of living flames and when she turned her elemental gaze on the man who had taken her breath away there was only the silent begging that he continued to deny her sanity.

Vic and his entourage had all but made it to the exit when some junkie looking to score approached the man only to get manhandled and thrust away from the former Xin Hop Triad by one of his bodyguards. But the desperate man started waving around enough yen for even Vic to pay attention. He nodded towards the exit, wordlessly suggesting he wasn’t about to start doing business in the club.


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Fresh blood coursed through his veins as ecstasy claimed his senses. He had always been the hunter, he always sought out what he wanted, and escape was never an option. There was no being capable of escape from him, and he made sure of that. He drew his first breath for what felt like an eternity as Sephyr broke from the passion of their kiss, even as she pulled back slightly his actions did not relent as he felt the gravitational pull of his body toward her once more. She was enticing, sinful, the very taste of her wracked his senses as he had become fully aware of every dip and curve of her body against his own. He did not want this moment to stop not now, not ever. His embrace paused around her as his eyes met with her own, his intent was set the moment her eyes came into focus...
  • Those eyes, how he wanted her to continue looking at him like that. Like a coiled spring Salvatore’s body reacted on base instinct as he would have pulled her into him, the warmth of her body only to be crushed against his own as his lips claimed her mouth with an unbridled passion he could only express to another vampire, for fear of breaking anything human. His lips trailed along her cheek and down to her neck... It was not until he felt the full extension of his canines come into play as desire took over rational thought as his teeth pressed down on her neck. He could feel her racing pulse through her neck as his lips touched along her skin, it was pure adrenaline as his teeth sunk into her sweet flesh. The gasp of her voice as she entered into pure bliss only resulted in his grip tightening around her with every heartbeat, with enough force to break bones and snap vertebrae. As the sweet intoxication of her body sent Salvatore deep into carnal desire as he would have moved her head across to the other side and drained her life away in sweet ecstasy... The animal would have ripped her throat apart, in protest of the sweet sensation stopping...
The series of thoughts happened within the blink of an eye he wanted her, craved for her...

That would have been the natural progression but...

There was no attempt of hiding how he looked at her, like she deserved worshiping, a lovers touch and that he would eat her alive... If only the latter was not true. His face twisted slightly as a heated breath escaped his lips, he would kill her, give into his darker side and take her very life from her, or worse.

He wanted to say something... anything that could explain his actions as he looked across the warmth of her blissful features. The taste of her blood in his mouth was beyond comprehension as he ripped his arms from the warmth of her body, there was no way he would let himself hurt her. He could not go back there, not now... It was fear in his eyes that he could not hide from her, as his automated response was taking a step back and giving a slight bow to her. ‘Do not, look back...’ His only encouragement was given as he reminded himself it was not his place to take the lives of the innocent. Turning back only meant giving in, giving in to the sins of her blood and twisting her reality into a predator... Some vampires had embraced their potential while others could not cope with the thirst. Or temptation.

It was the clenched jaw that gave away the fact Salvatore did not appreciate his decision. Within moments the he passed through the crowd, his body did not twist or conform to anything but the direct line of the exit. People either stepped out of his way or found themselves being hit by a perpetual wrecking ball. He needed to save her, even if it meant keeping his distance.
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It was like gravity brought the world crashing down around her in perfect cold detail the moment he pulled away from her. But it did not stop there, she couldn’t even ask him to wait before he was walking out the exit. It was a first for her... to be the one left breathless and aching. She had never missed reading someone so badly before. Sephyr would have sworn whatever had just happened had been mutual on every level imaginable. It had not just been a kiss, it had felt like reality shifted and at the end of it, for whatever reason, she was found wanting. To say it stung would have been an understatement. But not in the sense of the monumental rejection it was... it was more the acknowledgement of what she wanted.

Every hopeless romantic dreamed of that guy... and all the elemental could do was watch him walk away from her. Her heart had never impacted against her own chest so hard before. Her knees weakened from under her and it was all she could do to stand there. Stand there and trying and make sense of what happened.

There were things in the universe Sephyr accepted that she would never understand and questioning them was pointless... but as she stared after Salvatore D’Amore she suddenly wanted to understand what just happened. Because accepting that blindly would have broken her in a way she wasn’t sure she could come back from. Passion was a part of her, it was the thing which formed the foundation of everything she was and all she would ever be. As suddenly as it happened she understood what she was looking for. For whatever twisted reason, fate had decided this was the moment to slap her in the face with the consuming passion she had always wanted but never believed existed.

The taste of her own blood in her mouth was the metallic reminder that she had not imagined the whole thing. She could still feel his mouth melting into her kiss bruised lips, feel the lingering sensation of his body which had been pressed against hers. He had been cool to her senses, but then everyone was cold to the fire elemental. She had never thought to question it, nor had she ever had a reason to.

Her molten eyes were fixated on the exit long before she realised who she was looking at. Vic and his men had been pushed aside the moment Salvatore had left, much to their chagrin. He was leaving? How long had she been distracted for? Was losing time a normal side effect of being consumed so completely. It was a similar feeling to coming off her elemental state. The intoxication was all encompassing. In hindsight she should never have considered going after Vic right then and there... She probably needed a drink and something to ground herself to, but this is what she was. Being a vigilante should have come easily, like slipping into her favourite shoes. But it was also something she needed all of her wits for.

But what was the worst thing which could happen?

At first her feet did not want to cooperate, but the lead feeling slowly subsided enough for her to make her way to the exit. To anyone else who had seen what happened they would have assumed she was going after him and as much as she wished that was the case she had come to the nightclub that evening to work.

Vic and his men never looked back, for bodyguards they were not very observant. None of that deterred Sephyr as she fell into step twenty paces behind them. If they had looked all they would have seen was the redhead leaving the nightclub. They had no reason to suspect she was tailing them. To her relief there was no car waiting to carry them away, not one close at hand. Every step carried her from the nightclub and further from any witnesses of what was going to come.

Every step carried her further from Salvatore D’Amore and the memory which still wrecked her.


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As he passed the threshold of Fallen, he felt the initial hit of cold air consume his heightened senses and the bleak outlook of the city only emphasised his yearning hunger. His cell found its way to his hand as he dialled Lia’s number... He counted each time the phone rang before reaching her message bank, and stopping it so he would not have to leave a message. ‘Pick up sister...’ he hit recall once again as he glanced to his surroundings, he had barely reached the end of the block as he paused to look at the ground and smash his cell on the ground with enough force to imprint the corner of the iPhone into the bitumen. Why did he take it so far? Seeing Sephyr in the nightclub was one thing, but kissing her... Tasting her?

“Taste...”
The soft tone of his voice claimed the sweetness of every sensation she continued to give him. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew what happened, that it was the gentle caress of her lip against his canine that tore at the soft skin of her mouth... That was enough to turn a human from a being of sun and life into a child of the night. Turning his attention from his cell as he already pressed redial once more he looked to the entrance of the club. ‘Why aren’t you picking up Lia. I need your help...’ He had to find her, his recklessness caused this chain of events. It was not her fault, even if she was drawn into his embrace. Such things were a rarity, and worth holding onto, or letting go to preserve life.

He doubted the animal within would see her as anything other than food, unquenchable food that he wished to drown his senses in. Reality struck home as he heard the open dial tone... How long had he waited on the side of the street? Maybe it was luck that the only people in the area had every intention of entering Fallen, and not his moment of fantasy.

Speaking of fantasy... His eyes ran along the warm length of her figure as clarity claimed his vision, he watched for her intent. For now it seemed she was happy to follow the banker and two gorillas. If he was to continue in this endeavour he needed a better vantage point, and not be seen like a peeking tom behind a dumpster. His head turned slightly as the nearest building corner was easily within reach under the cover of shadows thanks to the shattered streetlights above.

His senses heightened as his eyes glanced up to his destination of the rooftop, he caught each ledge with precision and continued with parkoure grace. Thankfully the rooftop had been abandoned due to the colder weather, the soft powder remained untouched as he stepped up to the ledge. His eyes naturally scanned the street for anything unusual before looking back to her... There was no denying the warmth of his body when he thought of Sephyr, she had become his drug of choice.

For now he would keep his distance and not alert her of his presence. It was only a matter of time until she turned, and he needed to be there to ease her into the transition. He owed her that much at least. While the concept of taking her out to dinner had a whole new meaning.

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Focus... Sephyr was struggling to do that. Her body wanted to live in the fleeting moment that she had experienced. The only thing grounding her was her head... that rational she was most well known for was the only thing holding it all together. Even her emotions were a mess.

It was like warning bells were going off all around her but she wasn’t listening. Someone trying to drug people up in Dusk was not something she was going to take lightly. She needed to make sure that it would never happen again and hunting down the source was the only thing she knew how to do. Vic was her next step to finding where the City’s supply of Red Eye was coming from, and she needed to be worried about his bounces rather than remembering Salvatore’s arms around her... or the taste of his lips as he consumed her...

Yeah, that wasn’t helping.

Ahead of her, and completely indifferent to Sephyr’s internal crisis, Vic rounded the corner into a service alley one of his thugs stopped by the entrance while the other accompanied his appointed charge. She only had a second to look the part as the stationary bodyguard turned to look right at her. Naturally he looked at her, what man wouldn’t have looked at the redhead any moment they had the opportunity. The guard was a fairly big boy, well over six foot with maybe 230 pounds behind him of solid muscle. He had a face only a mother could love, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a great guy. A great guy who worked for the wrong scum bag.

Three steps after his appreciative eyes fell on to Sephyr she stumbled lightly, catching herself on the streetlight post as she gave into a pearl of drunken giggling. She looked to the bodyguard giving him a wink and smiling brightly as she sauntered towards him with a pronounced sway of her hips. No bodyguard worth anything would have let her get close to him... or close to the gun she could see he had holstered inside his open jacket. But he was a guy, and Sephyr did not look threatening at all. And there was nowhere she could have concealed a weapon in that skimpy laced outfit. By the time she reached him he was grinning like an idiot.

“Hi there...” She all but purred to him, one of her hands playfully trailing down the perfectly formed pectoral muscles. Sure he was bald and covered in tattoos... Sephyr had a tattoo once, so she wouldn’t judge. But he was responding like she hoped he would. He was about ready to start salivating when she stepped back, pulling his own gun free of its holster. It was a fraction of a second later she flipped the safety off the silenced weapon and put a round into his chest and head from point blank range.

From where he was standing at the corner it was easy to direct his body to slump down against the wall rather than falling into the alleyway. The last thing she needed was to tip off Vic this early. Glancing around into the alley she could see Vic making a deal with someone down the foodchain of his business rather than up by the look of him. The weasel of a man was pinned against the far wall of the alleyway by Vic’s remaining bodyguard ~ obviously on the receiving end of a lesson or some disciplinary action. The third man meant nothing to Sephyr, neither did the bodyguard, but there was a dozen yards of open alley she needed to cross to get to Vic.


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As Sephyr stumbled, Tore noticed it was out of character as he caught himself from descending the building and returning to her side. This was not the seductress that he met in the nightcl--- The trail of her hand against the goon’s chest caused his knuckles to whiten. The sudden act she pulled was realised the moment she pulled away. There should not have been a smile on his lips, he should have been ready to read her rights... “And she knows how to fire a gun...” His warm tone confessed to the cold night air as she had continued to tick every box of his wish list.

‘But you are a police officer now... eh, details.’

Backing away from the roof ledge he understood she was after the lawyer, he did not have a clear view of the alleyway and needed to be sure of her safety. Knowing his luck she would turn in the middle of combat, any given pause in her actions could spell certain death or injury to her. But that was why he was there, like a creeper guardian angel, he would see to her safety. That was his final thought as he cleared the rooftop, some macabre angel that sought out redemption for what he was. Sounded like a comic he would read, considering the creators of the Darkness comic threw out the scrips in their third year of production.

The light thud of his body was controlled as he tumbled to his feet in one fluid movement. Concern claimed his features as he realised the rooftop had been frequented since the last snow. ‘Gah... Smokers! Why not just lick the tar off a road, it would be just as bad.’ As he chose to ignore the stench and step across to the ledge he could make out the muffled whining and whimpering of someone who was obviously having a bad day. His head tilted as the three came into view down in the darkened alley, it was a classic superiority complex and it seems this lawyer needed his fix. Tore cast his eyes back to Sephyr, the alleyway was clear of anything that could be used as cover and he knew that... It looked like she knew it as well, to get past one bodyguard would raise questions, questions which usually lead to the spray of gunfire in her direction. This was not going to happen. His thoughts focused intently on the woman who claimed his sanity as her plaything ‘Wait for the signal...’ The warm tone of his voice echoed softly to give her a moment of pause, because a moment was all she had.

“Carpe diem.” He muttered under his breath as he leant off the balcony letting gravity do the work as the weight of his body descended upon the final goon. The motion was fluid as Tore ripped the tattooed bodyguard from the smaller individual, his hand gripped onto the tattooed individual’s skull as malice raged in his silver eyes. Each one was accountable for their actions, and by his judgment they all deserved a very slow and painful death. This goon posed the greater threat as Salvatore’s arm wrist and hand snapped in one fluid movement, the sudden drop of dead weight left his fingertips as he clutched onto the still whimpering drug dealer’s shoulder. His chances had gone from bad to worse as all he was going to end up was another dead body on the ground. Naturally his eyes searched for a weapon that could be used against him, from the man in his grip or the stunned individual that seemed to lack the ability to speak in that moment.

‘What can you do? Call out for help?... Like to see you try.’
There was no denying the fact that Salvatore was ready and more than willing to kill each and every one of them within the two seconds it took to grab hold of this meat sack. But this was not his fight. His eyes glanced up the alley towards the direction of the sultry woman who claimed his senses.

Edited by Centauries, Jan 17 2014, 01:57 AM.
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