Post by "Rogue" Annie Amina Cross on Jul 26, 2010 1:54:49 GMT -5
Surprise that he would go here. A vampire feeding nest. Lovely places.
"Hurry up," he said, waiting for the vampire whore of the day to come and feed off him. Humans like him made Rogue sick. Getting off on the act of being fed upon by a vampire.
Today she felt like shocking him. Oh how fun her little plan was. He wanted a bite, she was going to give him one. After having dusted the vampire he was going to let bite him she sauntered towards him, thankfully his back was to her.
This building like so many other feed houses had no power and had long since been abandoned but the neon light from the bar across the street offered light which if the ex watcher had been facing her he would have seen her eyes glowing from the light and the fact that the blond he was expecting had turned into a brunette.
"Finally," he said, turning slightly but not enough to actually see her. "You damn women take to long."
"Sorry," she purred, making her voice sound more american. Not hard since she'd lived in the States for almost a century. He didn't seem to notice a difference from her voice and she rested her hands on his shoulders, messaging them.
"You're so tight." She felt ridiculous but she wanted him to go easily, that and she wanted to get the jump on him, wound his pride.
"If you had the week I've had you would be too," he said, relaxing into her touch, a grin finding it's way to her lips.
"I'm sure," she said, her hands stopping and she decided to get this over with, but couldn't help herself from her internal plan.
Nuzzling his neck she could hear his heart beat increase, waiting for the bite he knew was coming. He wanted it like a sick puppy, a junkie expecting his next fix. Fangs extended she bit into his neck, hard, blood flowing freely from the now very open wounds in his neck. Gasping he shuddered against the chair he was sitting in almost causing Rogue to let him go but she wasn't quite done.
Had her mouth not been full she would have grinned before biting down harder, the watcher's moans were not in pleasure now and his movements were becoming sporadic as he tried to wriggle from her grasp, but her hands which had snaked down his arms held them in place against the chair.
After taking enough blood to where he wouldn't be able to be a threat any more she stopped, releasing his arms, backing up a step before pulling the chair out from under him, his still conscious body falling to the floor with a thud.
Yeah, this whole show was completely unnecessary except for the fact that she wouldn't need to feed for a while.
The ex watcher managed to turn himself over, almost wetting himself in surprise to find his capture standing before him.
"Your punishment has been decided," she grinned. "And you are a very lucky man. You get to live." Bending down to his level she grinned, pulling his face towards her own, his face pale at both the bloodloss and fury. Both of which were highly amusing.
"You get to go to jail for life. For which the council has made sure to make your stay for as long as you live. No chance of parole. If I had my way you wouldn't be dead yet but screaming in agony. Begging for death but your fate is not mine for today."
His next vision was her fist slamming into his skull knocking him out flat.
She didn't need to do any of it but it was fun. On the upside, she wouldn't have to feed for a while.
"Hurry up," he said, waiting for the vampire whore of the day to come and feed off him. Humans like him made Rogue sick. Getting off on the act of being fed upon by a vampire.
Today she felt like shocking him. Oh how fun her little plan was. He wanted a bite, she was going to give him one. After having dusted the vampire he was going to let bite him she sauntered towards him, thankfully his back was to her.
This building like so many other feed houses had no power and had long since been abandoned but the neon light from the bar across the street offered light which if the ex watcher had been facing her he would have seen her eyes glowing from the light and the fact that the blond he was expecting had turned into a brunette.
"Finally," he said, turning slightly but not enough to actually see her. "You damn women take to long."
"Sorry," she purred, making her voice sound more american. Not hard since she'd lived in the States for almost a century. He didn't seem to notice a difference from her voice and she rested her hands on his shoulders, messaging them.
"You're so tight." She felt ridiculous but she wanted him to go easily, that and she wanted to get the jump on him, wound his pride.
"If you had the week I've had you would be too," he said, relaxing into her touch, a grin finding it's way to her lips.
"I'm sure," she said, her hands stopping and she decided to get this over with, but couldn't help herself from her internal plan.
Nuzzling his neck she could hear his heart beat increase, waiting for the bite he knew was coming. He wanted it like a sick puppy, a junkie expecting his next fix. Fangs extended she bit into his neck, hard, blood flowing freely from the now very open wounds in his neck. Gasping he shuddered against the chair he was sitting in almost causing Rogue to let him go but she wasn't quite done.
Had her mouth not been full she would have grinned before biting down harder, the watcher's moans were not in pleasure now and his movements were becoming sporadic as he tried to wriggle from her grasp, but her hands which had snaked down his arms held them in place against the chair.
After taking enough blood to where he wouldn't be able to be a threat any more she stopped, releasing his arms, backing up a step before pulling the chair out from under him, his still conscious body falling to the floor with a thud.
Yeah, this whole show was completely unnecessary except for the fact that she wouldn't need to feed for a while.
The ex watcher managed to turn himself over, almost wetting himself in surprise to find his capture standing before him.
"Your punishment has been decided," she grinned. "And you are a very lucky man. You get to live." Bending down to his level she grinned, pulling his face towards her own, his face pale at both the bloodloss and fury. Both of which were highly amusing.
"You get to go to jail for life. For which the council has made sure to make your stay for as long as you live. No chance of parole. If I had my way you wouldn't be dead yet but screaming in agony. Begging for death but your fate is not mine for today."
His next vision was her fist slamming into his skull knocking him out flat.
She didn't need to do any of it but it was fun. On the upside, she wouldn't have to feed for a while.
