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@devon-washington
"Unfortunately it wasn’t me." Katie laughed, brushing a hand past her neck to show it was all clear of bite marks and makeup. "I’ve only been bitten once by the vampire who brought me here."
"I'm curious to know who it was.. hen again.. I'll probably be avoiding with those thinking that I'd claim them.." She sighed, rubbing the back of her head.
Look for someone with bite marks and whose eyes widen when they see you, unless they liked it and want more.
"Hey.. look at me for a minute.." She teased with a small chuckle, her eyes scanning the female's neck with a shrug. "Shame it wasn't you.. or are you just good at acting and putting on makeup..?"
I guess that would depend on the person. As long as no one got killed, that’s a fairly positive sign, right?
"I'd suppose so.." She mumbled, walking to the door frame, leaning on it. "But I can't remember.. who it was.. I was kinda.. heh.. a bit.. had a bit to drink.."
To whoever woke up in my bed this morning.. I uh.. I'm not sure if the scratches, scars and blood here and there.. is a good sign? Or bad?
"Someone stole my clothes!"
"Then here.." She sighed, hesitating for a moment before pulling off her baggy, white vest shirt, throwing it over to the female. "Come on.. I'll.. get you something else.." She stated, heading to her room, rooting out jeans and a shirt. "Do I even want to know how you lost those in anyways..?"
"I found some things—-might have made a mess of the room I was in—if it was your room, well you’re not missing four shirts, two bottles of voddy, and a bunch of interesting toys.”
"Thanks for the mess, keep the shirts but the vodka.. I'd rather share it then have to cause of fuss over it, love. And a for the toys.. I swear those aren't mine.."
"Then c-cover up.."
The house is pretty full, I have quite the choice of candidates. We all have things we like to stay in past the and that’s mine.
Well aren't you delightful. Hm, fair enough.
"This is a nightmare…"
"Feeling any.. better, kid?"
I’m not exactly sure of that, you’re not exactly off my shit list. And i’d prefer it if you didn’t call me Alex.
Yeah right.. Who'd drive you insane if I was gone? Mm.. fine. Do I get a reason why I shouldn't call you it?
Not unless you plan on moving out.
Oh I couldn't do that.. you'd miss me too much, Alex'..
Aurora was finally almost sleeping, for the first time in this damn place when she heard it. It only stood out because it wasn’t a scream in pain..or desire- no it was different. And although it scared her quite horribly she had this ridiculous need to make sure nobody was in danger. Although looking around herself and where she was she realized someone being in danger was pretty well inevitable.
The lanky brunette pulled herself out of bed and cringed at the fact that she still had to wear this damn skimpy dress- the clothes she was brought here in were still strewn around the room, Aurora doing her best to hang them so that they would dry, but she’d never really done her own laundry before. She pulled the dress down as far as they could so it covered as much of her long body as she could manage and left her room, hurrying down the hall and across the way to the one of the only other rooms on the wing, the one she presumed the loud banging and smashing were coming from.
It wasn’t until she was at the door and had already knocked that she really realized that it was probably kind of strange to just knock on random doors because you hear a loud noise when you’re trying to sleep. But she shrugged the thought off- nothing in this place was particularly normal. Aurora bit at her lip when there was no answer and her hand gave the door a small push, surprise when it opened. “H-hello? I just um-..wanted to make sure you’re alright. Do you need some help or something?” She turned the corner and her eyes widened at the sight of a horribly drunken Devon. “Oh, sorry I-um..I thought this room belonged to another slave..sorry.”
When the familiar sweet scent hit her nostrils, Devon didn't both to look up. She knew who it was. It was Aurora. She didn't find any importance.. any reason in which she should look up. Hearing what she had to say, Devon soon glanced up with tired, painful eyes, narrowing them slightly to watch the female before her.
Nineteenth of February.. the day two of the country's greatest criminals were murdered. Devon Washington and Grace Ashford. They were speeding down the country's back roads, millions of dollars in the back, hands linked.. when the hidden police offers open fired, killing both of them. Although that's where they were mistaken. Devon awoke in a morgue, her body beside Grace's who had too many bullet wounds to count. After a pitiful sob and a final good bye to the only person she ever love, Devon returned to the police department whom gunned them down; slaughtered every one of them before disappearing.
Standing up, Devon found her way over to Aurora, capturing her between her own strong frame and the wall as she watched her, taking her her scent with a groan, trying to hold herself back. "It's dangerous to be out alone this time of night.." She insisted, her head lowered to the female's exposed neck taking in her scent once more.
When Devon’s hand came in contact with Calliope’s face, her skin was quickly covered in goose bumps. It was like an uncomfortable chill that went down her spine. Her head fell slightly into the other’s hand, adding more weight to it. Spears could tell by the look in her eye that she was angry and sad.
"W-What?" she said, the tears welling up in her eyes but not yet falling. She didn’t know what she meant but she knew for sure that it wasn’t any good. Calliope herself became confused and slightly worried. "No, I’m not." she released a nervous giggle. .
Carefully and slowly, Calliope reached the bottle that was in the female’s hand. She knew that her rampage was caused by it and wanted her to stop. Drinking for anyone is never good. She pulled it away and set it aside before looking back at the older female. “Why are you doing this?”
Seeing her shiver at her chill, Devon chuckled hopelessly as she dropped her hand, despite feeling Calliope draw towards her touch. Se figured she'd give up. She had always been col. Literally. Her skin was icy, dead cold. She wasn't far from being the walking dead herself.
Watching as the tears welled up in her big, beautiful eyes, Devon huffed as she shrugged, looking away for a moment. "You'll die. Just like everyone else. Just like.. anyone who has.. ever meant anybody to me at all.. everyone dies of old age or gets killed.. Or leave.." She insisted. When Devon said that he wouldn't, Devon laughed until she found herself coughing for want of more alcohol.
She didn't notice the female slipped the bottle from her hand, infact she just tried to ignore everything.. including her.. but somehow she just couldn't. She was almost always on her mind. Hearing her question, she looked over to her, chuckling slightly in her drunken state. "You know.. this day, one hundred and fifteen years ago, I was brutally murdered.. as was the only person I ever loved..?" She said bluntly. "And I've never felt anything for another person.. so I came here.. for nothing but sex and to use people.. but then I found you and everything changed! This isn't right.. I'm meant so.. claim someone so I can.. so I can use them not to.. protect them or because I'm crazy enough to think that I love them.." She growled.
Well considering that’s pretty much the only thing that happens here.
Then I have.. no chance in hell..
Ugh.. my head is pounding.. I'm just.. staying in bed all day.. if you guys don't plan on sex or torturing each other but.. hey.. that' unlikely.
Amber walked around the mansion and walked to the broken window they broke yesterday. She sighed and sat by it, letting the fresh cool air hitting her face.
Hear ears perked up slightly at the sounds not too far away. As result of trying to save the humans, Devon was left with a collection of scars and wounds that would take time to heal.. even for a vampire. Walking to the source of the noise, Devon spotted the familiar female and sighed, leaning on the door frame. "How are y'feeling, kid?"
Title: Runaway. Part 1. Who: Calliope, Amber, Collin, Alexander and Devon. Where: In the woods.
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