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| Post #1 Jan 3 2014, 07:30 AM | Faith |
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2245 hours 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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| Post #21 Jan 17 2014, 06:38 AM | Faith |
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Sephyr had been about to step into the alley when she heard his voice echo through her mind as though he had been whispering right beside her. She needed to get a grip... she had just murdered one of Vic’s bodyguards and all she could think about was Salvatore. Something was seriously wrong with her. She wasn’t waiting for anything, no matter how intoxicating the little voice inside her head which told her she was going to get herself into trouble was. Though... it had never told her to wait for a signal before. By the time she committed to taking Vic down there and then she had only taken three steps into the alley when a oh-so-familiar man dropped from the roof above them and laid waste to the other bodyguard. Another Vigilante? So many questions were racing through her head, so many unanswerable questions. The foremost among them, was he there to help or did he want Vic for a different reason than she did? Was that the reason he had left her standing there abandoned... somehow he’d seen the man leaving. It was wishful thinking and she knew it... Sephyr did not hesitate, there only the slightest outward sign of the war raging inside of her as she brought the bodyguard’s gun up and put two bullets into Vic. The first through his shoulder and the second in his thigh to drop him to the ground. Guns were usually not her style... but bringing Vic’s little Red Eye operation down was worth a few bullets. Vic grunted in pain as he toppled over, the gun he had been reaching for to turn on Salvatore with dropping to the ground unfired. It was the same shoulder he had been shot in three months earlier by the two thugs that made off with his merchandise and made him question his continual allegiance to the Empress and the Xin Hop. After the shit that went down over New Years he had considered himself lucky... but laying there on the frozen bitumen bleeding out of two fresh holes he wasn’t feeling very lucky. Maybe it was karma for not paying that freak quack in West Jinsei for patching him up. “Fuck!!” He laid there waiting for the red headed bitch and her white shirt gorilla to finish him off. But Sephyr made no move towards him, her eyes were fixated on Salvatore. The gun was still pointed at Vic who seemed happy enough just to lay there and bleed a little. “Cosa stai facendo?” Her Italian was as rusty as hell, but one did not grow up all over Europe without learning a little of every major language there. English, French... Spanish and Italian... she even knew a little German and even Russian. Moving around as much as she had, each time with different nationalities of household staff it had come naturally. It had been a game to the child, learning languages even if she had no reason to use them once she had moved to Niwa. Languages made sense to her... unlike the man standing before her. She could not work out the first thing about Salvatore. Was he playing her? Helping her? Her eyes begged the answers to the questions she did not voice. Had it been an elaborate act? Had he been trying to throw her off balance. One wrong move and she would have seriously considered putting a matching pair of bullets into him as well. |
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| Post #22 Jan 17 2014, 10:03 PM | Centauries |
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The warmth of his smile was all too familiar as she spoke in Italian, the subtle shift of his head was given as he mused at a response. “Prendersi cura dei miei interessi.” The gentle flow of words came out flawlessly as his eyes regarded her. Naturally he spoke with his free hand as he bowed lightly to Sephyr once more. A part of him wished to confess his sins to Sephyr de’Oraelis while the other side wished to commit to every fantasy his mind had already conjured of the enticing woman. He still hungered for her very lifeblood. The familiar scent that emanated from Vic’s clothing taunted his senses as he looked down to the blood bag. Her shots were accurate, which suggested she may have a history he could track back at the office, that and the fact she killed someone moments earlier. “Anche se, mi piace guardare il lavoro.” His tone could not have been more sinful as his eyes looked up to her, in everything Salvatore displayed he was capable of looking after her, protecting her. Yet he understood that she was more than capable of taking care of herself, she was not even a vampire, and he admired her all the more for that. The weasel of a man that Salvatore still clung onto had not even attempted to move, he flinched with the two gunshots as he expected to be next on her list. “Please don’t kill me please don’t kill me...” He quietly whispered before he realised they were talking in Italian to each other... The large man’s grip had not eased on his shoulder, let alone put him back on the ground... At times like these he wished he wasn’t high. “L’look man... All I wanna do is go home and take a couple cones and act like this night never happened... Freaking Red Eye... This shit’s too hard to peddle, the best I can do is talk kids into thinking their Meta’s so they buy the crap from me...” The tone of his voice suggested he was not looking to fight, more so to go home and continue with business. Salvatore’s actions ceased to function as he made sense of the whimpering of a dead man... As his head turned to the weasel the intensity of his silver eyes burned with anger, a heartbeat later his hand tensed around the shoulder as the distinct snap of bone was heard. The wail of pain ran from his lips before realising he had Salvatore’s full attention, he did not want the big man’s attention, he wanted them to go back to quarrelling... It was safer when they quarrelled. "Per favore ... Dimmi che non hai utilizzato per lui ... " The depth of his anger plummeted to new lows as Salvatore took nopleasure in what he was about to do the the talking fleshbag. He needed to know Sephyr had no use for the dead man... |
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| Post #23 Jan 18 2014, 06:57 AM | Faith |
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“No.” That single word would most likely cost the little drug dealers life. But Sephyr had no love for their kind. If Salvatore was true to his words and if her Italian was not too far gone he was offering her help, in one capacity or another. Sephyr turned her attention back to Vic, rounding his fallen body. Torture was not high on her list of professional qualities, but she usually found out what she wanted. Ignoring the man intent on tearing the little weasel apart was the one way this was going to work. Crouching down beside Vic, she savagely pressed the barrel of the silencer into the wound in his shoulder eliciting a scream of pain. At least he was still conscious. He was waiting for her to ask something, he almost wanted her to so he’d have the pleasure of telling her to go fuck herself. But Sephyr did not ask anything, instead she caressed the gun from his wounded shoulder towards his abdomen and lower regions. If there was one thing men were attached to more than their own lives it was their genitals. “What?!” Vic’s voice shrilled as he tried to worm away from her and the innuendo of the weapon. “What the fuck do you want you crazy bitch?!!?” From where she was crouching it did not take much to rock her weight forward and pin his head against the frozen ground with her knee. His yelp in pain and frustration was only outdone by his complete outrage. As he flailed around trying to breath around the knee crushing his windpipe Sephyr put another bullet into his other leg for good measure. What should have been another howl of pain was never given voice. “I want your attention.” She told him calmly. Allowing him to suck just enough air into his lungs not to pass out. “And now that I have it, I want the name of your manufacturer and a way to get in contact with them.” She was happy to let Vic think whatever he wanted. Whether he hit the nail on the head that she was a vigilante shutting him down or if he believed this was a hostile takeover. Either served her purposes. She let the question sink in, ignoring his first few attempts at speech ~ chances were it was more abuse anyway. His tone seemed to change when she pressed the gun against his crotch. By the time she allowed him to speak, whatever dignity he had left was long gone. “In my phone, under L, just L. That is all I have on them.” Every word was a labour of pain to get through but he forced the words out. Hoping that the more he gave her the more she would likely let him live. “Their operation of over on the East Side somewhere... I don’t know where.” He could feel the full weight of her starting to crush down on his neck again. “I just send a text when I need more merchandise and they decide where and when.” He was desperate, whatever there was in his pathetic little existence he wanted to hold onto it. The human half of her would have let him live, but there was a certainty in her which knew that he would never change. In a week or a month from now Vic was going to have a new set of bodyguards and be back out there peddling his crap, destroying lives and murdering people. As she stood back up with his phone in hand the gun sounded twice more, the bullets matching those of his former bodyguard and everything that had once been Vic came to an end. The gun began to superheat in her hand burning off whatever fingerprints the NCPD could have pulled from the weapon and she dropped it beside his body. There was no red tape or due process, this was what she was and as she turned away she did not lift her eyes to meet Salvatore’s silver gaze if it lingered on her. She did not owe him an explanation. |
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| Post #24 Jan 20 2014, 07:37 PM | Centauries |
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As Sephyr voiced her opinion there was no question in Salvatore’s mind, the solid swipe of his free hand crushed against the weasel’s windpipe. The side effect of his head smashing into the brick wall was a pleasantry as he dropped the dead weight to the ground. His last moments would be spent choking to death, alone and broken. As he watched Sephyr sink her knee against Vic’s neck his eyes ran along the warmth of her every curve. Maybe it was the expectation of her turning into a creature of the night, but watching her hold such dominance and power over the wounded man was not an unfamiliar sight, it was more common in his Relatively silent as it was, the sound of a pistol with a silencer was something Salvatore had no problem in hearing all too clearly. Curiosity beckoned as he watched the gun superheat in her hands... His brow furrowed slightly as he could recall the heat which radiated off her body back in the nightclub. The hints of a warm smile caressed along his features as he realised how much harm she could do to him, like a moth to a flame Salvatore had no intention of letting her slip through his fingers. The fact she had not began to turn had crossed his mind multiple times as her eyes denied him the chance of reading her. She could not have already been a vampire, he would have sensed it, and especially from the close proximity they had earlier. His thoughts on taking a blood sample for testing had intrigued his analytical side as the only question that remained was ‘how’ and without getting carried away. There was no judgment her for taking their lives, for whatever reason she had, it was justified in his own eyes. “Avete tutto quello che volevi Sephyr..?” From the warmth of his tone it was clear the question had multiple meanings as his head tilted slightly. His shirt stretched around his back, waist and sides as he crossed his broad arms. With every step he felt himself drawn towards her, how he ached for her touch once more, to taste the sinful depths of her mouth... To consume her body in the very literal sense. The stench of blood that emanated from Vic and his bodyguard only reminded him of how sweet she tasted, and how alive she felt in his arms. It was only a moment before he was right beside her, intoxicated in such blissful desire to take what he wanted, and to give her everything in return. It was never a trade, that was it never used to be with humans. But Sephyr de’Oraelis had proven herself on multiple occasions that she was far from normal. Edited by Centauries, Jan 20 2014, 09:24 PM.
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| Post #25 Jan 24 2014, 07:06 AM | Faith |
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Everything she wanted? He was still toying with her, still baiting her with double meanings... She had just murdered two people, which would have been four if he had not interfered. He should have been terrified by what he had just seen, instead he seemed completely immune to the bodies which littered the alleyway. Peter would have ... would have what? Her mind teased. Would he have arrested her again? Swept the whole incident under a rug? He was not in the business of giving away ‘get out of jail free’ cards. But he wouldn’t have cared one bit about the filth laying dead in the street. Someone from the nightclub was bound to stumble across them sooner rather than later. Everything she wanted? No, it was not nearly enough. Vic had just been a middle man, a supplier. But he had not been the manufacturer. Shutting them down was her goal. She didn’t need to be losing sight of that, regardless of how amazing the man standing beside her looked, sounded... felt, tasted. She could feel the butterflies making themselves known again. “... I need to get out of here.” In more ways than one, she needed to get some air, she needed some space to think clearly. A heartbeat later her feet were carrying her towards the entrance of the alleyway and the promise of the street beyond. But something made her hesitate, something made her look back, her molten eyes looking directly into his silver gaze. There were a thousand things which were expressed in those eyes. Interest, intrigue, curiosity... an almost inhuman need to understand something which was beyond her. She could have taken in the entire scene, she could have looked at the bodies, the life which had been lost at her hand and his. But her eyes never left his. “Are you coming?” It was the simplest of invitations. Whatever the reason for it, whatever her motives were, they were her own. Two steps out into the street and she managed to instantly hail a taxi. It was his moment to choose, to let her go or accept her offer. She would have only held the door open as long as it took to give the driver instructions to take her to the Boardwalk on the Waterfront before she would have pulled the door closed and vanished into the night. |
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