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❖ (Killian)

She would never have admitted it, but Rynn had known it would end up this was from the start. The instant attraction when they’d met, the constant banter between them in the time since- it was inevitable. Unfortunately. Or perhaps fortunately, the fiery redhead had yet to make that decision. Killian had tried to outsmart her one too many times and she’d seen it coming. Rather than allow him to get the upper hand, Rynn had played along until the opportune moment. Catching him just as he’d snuck up on her, she managed to turn the tables and get the ropes around his wrists this time. And now, he was on the floor and just as unable to leave as she had been those several times he’d run an errand and hadn’t trusted her not to run.Rynn sat across from him, setting a very smug gaze on him. “Now then, what in the high seas am I going to do with you?” She chuckled, moving closer and placing her finger beneath his chin to aim his eyes up at her own. “I suppose I could untie you, but that seems awfully anticlimactic as revenge for all the times you tried to keep me from leaving you to find the dagger alone. I could leave, I guess, make you sit here a while. You’ve done that to me before.” Rynn knelt down, leveling herself with him. ”Hmm… I think I have a better idea.” She smirked “I never did get what I was after the night you tricked me and confronted me about stealing from you.” her lips were now pressed against his ear ”I think I’ll have a taste.” A dark velvet chuckle escaped the lovely woman’s lips. Rynn kept herself dangerously close to his skin as she moved to perch her lips over his own. The thief let the moment hang in the air, dripping with tension for a long moment. Finally, Rynn closed the distance between them them and took his lips as captive as he’d taken her.

#xemiliacoinx #//oops that got kinda sexy lol #//my fingers slipped #//:P #//sorrynotsorry

Killian had been out at a pub all night and had gotten quite a buzz. Stumbling through the door of the room he had been sharing with Rynn, he squinted in the darkness. Seeing a mound on the floor, he walked closer before realizing it was Rynn. "Rynn? Why the hell are you--" cutting off he noticed the ropes that restricted her. Thoughts that probably shouldn't be there wandered through his mind as he bent down to let his fingers brush her cheeks. "Little bird, what have you gotten yourself into."

Rynn narrowed her eyes as the pirate walked up to her. Had she not been gagged, the pout on her lips would have been visible; regardless, her emerald gaze still showed her annoyance. He knew exactly why she was there, he was just apparently too drunk to remember it. He’d put her there himself.

Even though they’d been traveling for about a week together, he still didn’t trust her not to run off. This particular evening, he’d commented how he was going to see about getting new gear for their journey. She’d told him to enjoy himself, that she’d rather stay at the room. Apparently, he’d taken that to mean she was planning to run- he’d caught her by surprise from behind and within a few minutes he’d had her on the floor bound and gagged so she couldn’t leave. Aaaand now he was back, and too drunk to realize he’d put her there in the first place.She had to admit, at first she’d been a bit excited by the idea, thinking he’d intended to have a bit of fun, but by now- a few hours later - Rynn was quite annoyed at having been left in a room tied up all evening. She would have been more than happy to explain to him precisely why she was there, but the gag he’d fashioned was preventing her from doing so. Therefore, Rynn contented herself with quite the glare directed at the pirate until he untied her.

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Suck my dick -Killian

Rynn quirked an eyebrow up at the pirate as he demanded she do him such a large favor so rudely. "Hm? No, I really don't think so. I might've considered it before you tricked me into letting you in my room so you could attack me and take back what I rightfully stole from you." there was a large smirk across her full lips as she responded "You'll have to do better than that if you want something from me. And you'll have to ask nicely" her grin widened as she gazed at him from the top of her whiskey glass, her emerald eyes teasing him, just daring him to try again.

#//smart move going anon #//you know who you are #;)#xemiliacoinx #Anonymous

Don't Look Back//Angst with xemiliacoinx

She hadn't come home. In had been 48 hours and Emilia hadn't come home. They'd separated to hunt the other night. And. Em. Hadn't. Come. Home. She'd known it was a bad idea at the time, something in the air- perhaps the faint hint of funnel cake and oranges had told her that it was a bad idea- but she hadn't listened. Tehra hadn't fucking listened and Em hadn't come home. The brunette huntress was not the type to sit idly around, especially not when Emilia's life could be on the line. Hands gripped the railing of the balcony tightly as sharp blue eyes darted across the skyline of New York. The sun was setting, and she had a huntress to find. She knew just where to start. It was time to talk to Luke, the coven leader for the lower Manhattan coven. She'd spared his life once, and he owed her a favor for that kindness. Tehra walked back inside, grabbing her jacket from the back of the couch and her keys from the counter. Eyes rested on Em's door for a moment, wishing that her roommate and hunting partner of three years was in there, sleeping, or eating, or coming out to tease her about something. Anything. As long as she knew she was alive, Tehra didn't care what teasing she'd have to endure. As she walked past the door, she met her own eyes in the mirror. Jawline set and eyes screaming war, Tehra opened the door.

As she strode down the street, her stride was filled to the brim with purpose. Stakes were strapped to each thigh, knives strapped to her belt in sheaths. Passersby looked on with confusion, some with horror, but everyone gave her a wide berth. Good. Tehra had no patience for distraction tonight. She knew where she needed to go. A few minutes later, the hunter arrived at a nondescript door in Chinatown. It was the entrance to the underbelly of Lower Manhattan vampires. But there was no concern for it. Tehra kicked it open- she wanted to make her presence known. Immediately two vampires emerged from rooms off the hallway and hissed at her. "Don't even fucking try it I am FULL of Vervain and armed to the teeth. I'm not here to declare war, I'm here to keep your leader from causing it. And remember, he owes me his life, understood?" Thoroughly convinced, and more interested in living, the two slunk back to their hiding places. Similar reactions followed as Tehra marched through the hallways, daggers from her eyes aimed at everyone who even considered attempting to stop her. Reaching a particular door, the huntress stopped marching. She raised her hand and gave it a very, very hard knock. Hands on her hips, she waited patiently until the door swung open. At a rather large, rather nice desk sat a very handsome man. He wore his black hair short and his blue eyes practically glowed. He stood, a wicked sultry smile on his lips. God she hated it, but Luke was an ally whether she wanted him to be or not. "Ah, Tehra, what an unexpected pleasure. Not like you to drink vervain and carry an armory with you." her grinned

"Well Luke,, my partner seems to have gone missing, and you have your thumb on every vampire in Lower Manhattan, and half in midtown and upper manhattan." Tehra spoke, moving to stand on the other side of his desk, placing her hands on it tightly as she met his eyes. "I thought you might know. Emilia Coin. Very pretty blonde huntress. My partner." "Oh, finally realized you're actually in love with her and need to confess right away?" He taunted, biting his lower lip as he eyed her "I'd really hoped that confession would be said to me." "Luke, I am not fucking playing. I WILL slit your throat for her. Where the fuck is she?" Tehra snarled, there was no room to play here. "Alright- alright, I'll stop. I'm only teasing. You are too serious for me, anyways. But your partner- look, I don't know where she is. A new coven has showed up in Kipp's Bay, and they've been causing trouble all over. I'd go hunt there for clues. None of mine touched her." He answered, finally giving her the answers she wanted. "Thank you, Luke. I haven't the time to chat, I'm sure you understand. I need to go to Kipp's Bay." Luke feigned a look of hurt but made no other call to her. Tehra left and hailed a cab to Kipp's Bay- it wasn't far but she had a lead and she needed to follow it now. Arriving at her destination, Tehra could nearly smell the sheer number of vampires in the air. That, and the faintest hint of funnel cake and oranges.

#xemiliacoinx #so not as much angst #more like badass #but I'm setting it up lol #funnel cake and oranges

Funnel Cake and Oranges//Life:Tehra

It was the kind of night that made her want to be out on the streets, roaming the city with her friends like there was only today. The taste of the air in the summer wind reminded her of funnel cake and oranges. It was probably wafting from one of the street vendors near Herald Square. Tonight was a Broadway night, a night for rebellious music and laughter until the early morning. There was no school in the morning. There might have been parents expecting them home, but they didn't care- New York was safe.

Raucous, joyful laughter erupted from two girls they left one of the many tourist trap restaurants. They knew they were tourist traps, of course, but Tehra and her friends had decided to spend the day as tourists. And why not? They were young and in love with the city's bright lights and endless possibilities. "Tehra! You know our waiter was totally checking you out! You should go for it, he's a college guy! At NYU too, studying for law school. He'll make a lot of money!" A redhead giggled at the brunette standing next to her. "Oh stop it Kate, the minute he finds out I'm fifteen, he'd run for the door!" Tehra laughed, nudged her friend in the shoulder as she waited for the light to change "Besides, it's getting late, we should head for the subway station, it's like three blocks this way." "Oh, have a little fun, Tehra! You act like you're 30, wanting to go home- it's only ten!" Kate laughed, pulling at her arm and pulling her towards the neon lights of some clubs down the road "That place down there doesn't ID, and the make drinks that glow in the dark!" Kate urged. Relenting, Tehra sighed and turned away from the illuminated crosswalk sign. "Fine, fine, but only one drink. I don't want to get wasted around a bunch of strangers in Herald Square." She allowed her friend to pull her to the club. A few minutes later, they were sitting at the bar with a college guy on either side and a glowing blue shot in each hand that the boys had purchased for them. Tehra was engaged in a very passionate conversation about the quality of shows on HBO and whether or not they'd get better. Laughter was coming easy, and she even allowed herself to have a second shot before her guy said he needed to go. Tehra waved him farewell and turned on her barstool to have a conversation with Kate and her gentleman. After a bit longer in the bar, Kate said she was exhausted and Tehra was inclined to agree. Looking up at the nice guy they'd been chatting with, she asked him a question "Would you mind walking us to the subway? It's a bit late and I think Kate's had a little too much for me to support her on my own." Tehra laughed. The man nodded, helping Tehra aid Kate off her barstool. Their hands brushed and she noticed his hands were ice cold. Odd, but the air was on pretty high- it was summer after all. Soon enough, they made it outside. "Here, I know a shortcut." He offered, motioning to the alley next door. Tehra wasn't fond of the idea, and told him as such. He met her eyes and told her it would be okay, and follow him. For some reason, that made her feel better, and they followed him down the shortcut. "Not much further, the 6 is just right here." He smiled charmingly. But there was something off about that smile, his canines were just a little... too...sharp.

Tehra had been falling behind, and she scurried to catch up. Just as she got within arms reach of helping the stranger move Kate again, he pinned Kate to the wall and began to.. kiss her neck. "Hey! Stop it! She's too fucking drunk for that shit!" Tehra yelled, grabbing his arm to pull him off of her.

He threw her arm off of his as he turned and bared his fangs at her. She was about to scream when the hand that wasn't holding Kate covered her mouth. "Don't fucking scream!" he commanded as he met her eyes. She didn't listen, she tried to scream- but no sound would come. The monster of a man turned his away from her then, and sank his fangs into Kates neck. Kate screamed, but the vampire muffled her cries with his hand as his body pinned her to the wall. Tehra leapt on him, brandishing a knife she'd had in her pocket, it sank into his shoulder, but he was unfazed. In fact, he growled at her louder and backhanded her hard enough that she fell to the ground, her knife clattering to the other side of the alley. The man dropped Kate to the ground for a moment before kneeling down to Tehra. He grabbed her chin roughly in his hand, strength unlike anything Tehra had ever known forcing her to look into his eyes. "You are a fighter, aren't you, little mouse...god you won't just let me enjoy my meal. Fine then, looks like I'll have to make you. You are not to move, you are not to speak, you are not to so much as whimper until I am done. And then I'll figure out what the hell to do with you." He growled, maintaining eye contact the entire time. He released her chin, but Tehra found she could not will herself to stand up. No muscle in her body would move- it was like being tied up without a single rope. She tried to speak, to make any sort of sound, but her lips merely parted in silence. Eyes widened in horror as her heart rate picked up. "Keep your heart racing like that, little mouse, and I'll have to take a break from her and taste you. You're lucky I tasted her before I saw your spirit. You know, spirit is the best flavor blood can have." He laughed darkly before he picked the nearly unconscious Kate up again. His teeth lowered to the redhead's neck and he continued drinking his fill, making sure he was in full view of the other young girl.

He finished taking his fill and tossed Kate's body carelessly to the side. Unable to speak or gasp or cry, Tehra could only watch, and smell, and think. The air still smelled like funnel cake and oranges but Kate's heart had stopped beating. It was clear for the way her body hit the ground like a rag doll. Wide blue eyes were locked on the form of the dead girl until Tehra felt surprisingly soft hands roughly grab her arm and pull her to her feet. "Your turn, kid." He said with a laugh as he slammed her body into the wall of the alley way "Although, I might take a taste now and save the rest of you for later." He moved his nose close to her neck and hair, taking a long draw of the scent. "Oh you are decadent, aren't you little mouse..."

Tehra closed her eyes- it seemed she still had that freedom- as lips moved to her jawline, kissing around the edges until they came to her lips. The vampires lips pressed against hers as she felt two small pricks- he'd pierced her bottom lip with his fang. He pulled away for a moment before running his tongue over her bottom lip to collect the blood that had gathered there. Then his lips moved to her ear "Oh your heart is racing, and you're positively shaking. Afraid you won't make it out of this alive?" He asked, kissing bottom of her earlobe again "I'll give you a hint... you won't, but might take a while" Lips moved again to her neck, and this time she felt a deep pain that would have caused her to cry out had she been able to. She could feel the warmth leaving her, the blood leaving her. As he continued, she started to feel lightheaded. Oh god, what was happening to her? What had she done to deserve this? She couldn't cry, she couldn't speak, she couldn't move. The only thing she could do was smell, and think. The air still smelled like funnel cake and oranges, but Tehra's innocence was slowly being drained away from her. The air still smelled like funnel cake and oranges... funnel cake and oranges. She focused on the scent, trying to erase the sounds of his sucking from her mind, trying to erase the cold that seeped into her veins, trying to erase the feeling of the hands that were teasing at the bottom of her shirt, trying to erase to feeling of a body falling limp against her as she fell to the ground Wait... she was on on the ground. Tears pricked at her eyes. The young brunette opened them. The vampire was lying half on top of her, a stake embedded deep in his back, enough to puncture his heart from behind. He was a sickly gray. And she could move again. Running on instinct and adrenaline, Tehra pushed him off of her. A hand reached down to her and she followed the line of it up to the face of a man that was perhaps four years older than her. "You're safe now... he's dead. Take my hand." "Who are you..." She whispered, her voice too weak for anything else, but her body numb as she took his hand. "I'm Nate. I'm a vampire hunter." He said kindly, pulling her up with surprising strength and holding her against him. "Your shivering... how much did he get out of you?" Nate said, wrapping his arms around her. "I.. I don't know but he killed her... he just killed her..." She cried, tears finally coming now that she could move again and had found safety. "I don't understand... a fucking vampire.. but he killed her, he just drank her dry and threw her to the ground as if she'd never been a person at all." "Vampires don't seem people.. they see food, they see toys, and if you're lucky, they see a stake through their heart. Come on, we need to get you inside before you go into shock. I have a car nearby." Nate said, wrapping his arm around her waist to help steady her as she walked. Tehra shivered as they left, looking back at the lifeless body of her childhood friend, tears rolling down her cheeks just as the blood dripped down her lips and her her collarbone. Vampires were real, Kate was dead, and the air still smelled like funnel cake and oranges. God she hated oranges.