Death Grip In My Veins

Antoine Rousseau - 287 - Vampire

[theredisreal]

genuinesinners:

Her cold hands were wrapped fairly tightly around the arms of the chair she sat in. When he appeared beside her, she wasn’t as surprised as she would have been before. Because she could sense him. His every move. This was also something she would have to get used to. It wasn’t going to be easy. She never opened up too easy, when upset or afraid. It was difficult to share her feelings, her thoughts. This new telepathy thing made that even worse. “Explain further, then?” She suggested, looking up at him now, expression very expecting. She needed answers. How long would this empty feeling go on for?

Originally posted by syrupyysweet

Antoine walked over to her, those crystal hues locking right on her. She may not have wanted to talk, to open up, but at least she was willing to listen. Sitting at the edge of her bed to get at her level, Antoine thought hard and long about when he was turned. She had an advantage, one he never had. Now, the thing was, how was he going to explain this part to her. A part of him that was so deep-rooted in resentment but thankfulness for a chance at a life so much more immortal than he could’ve dreamed while he was human?

“Look at your chair. You are squeezing the armrests, and if you focused your strength, you could break it with the grip you would hold a wine glass.” He said, slowly leaning forward while he continued to keep his eyes on hers. “You have an even stronger advantage that I didn’t in the beginning of my kindred life. You have someone at your disposal who has all of the answers, all of what you need to know about your kind.” Gesturing to himself lightly, he finished off his glass and placed his glass to the ground so he wouldn’t break it. “Mademoiselle, you have a life eternal, the power to read anyone’s mind. This gift, to you, has a speed and agility that no human could ever achieve.” Standing up slowly, he placed his fingertips ever-so-lightly underneath her chin in hopes to raise her head so he could continue to look into her gaze.

“You have a chance to show your enemies, those who harmed you, why they shouldn’t have crossed your path. You have power, authority. You are, by all means, a predator. You are young in this life, of course, but with me at your side, I can help you prove to yourself how perfect you are for what your life has become.” He admitted, taking his hand back before taking a step back while gesturing to himself again. “So, with that, go ahead and ask me whatever you please. I’m here for you and your disposal, Rhythm.”

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stiillhere:

  “Yes, very well. Thank you very much for asking.“ As his eyes were on her’s her eyes were on his with a warm smile just before a waiter was called upon and approached their table. Her eyes shot between him and the waiter, before focusing completely on the waiter. “I’ll just have a cherry coke, thank you.” Mileena wasn’t a drinker, plus she had just taken some meds not too long ago and didn’t want to mix it with alcohol. she watches the waiter leave before her eyes found his,

      “This might be a silly question but.. do you own this place? It’s a lovely place and I see it fitting your aesthetic and.. yeah..” She blushes while babbling nervously, “I’m Mileena by the way..” She finishes in a more softer tone of voice.

“Bon.” He told her, smiling warmly as he thought of how sweet and innocent she seemed. She did, however, look sickly so he was sure he couldn’t feed from her. “That is a lovely drink. It suits you.” Antoine told her as he nodded to the waiter so they’d hurry to get it. Though, as he heard her question, he smiled warmly and shook his head. “Oh, no. I don’t own this place. I just happen to frequent here. I’m a regular, you see, and I’ve paid my way to having this spot on permanent reservation. But thank you, Mileena, for you appreciation of my aesthetic. Your name is lovely, though. I’m Antoine.”

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ourbabylonindie:

Phillip drew back a little when the vampire began to laugh, and when he realized what exactly the other was doing his anger grew even more. As much as the other claimed to be different than the rest of his kind, that didn’t make Phillip like him any more. It wasn’t like he had such a winning personality besides sparing his life. “Then what on Earth do you want? Besides making fun of me and my completely reasonable confusion over your completely bizarre intentions?”

“What on Earth do I want? It’s obvious. I’m curious and I want to talk to you, get to know you. I have never had a conversation with a hunter before, especially one so handsome.” He said, winking at the other as he nipped his bottom lip. “I’m not making fun of you, just stating an opinion. You can go ahead and try to do the same with me, but I can guarantee that it will backfire. Make fun of me, see how it ends.” He asked, gesturing loosely between the both of them. “So, you can leave, but I’ll see you again. I just know it.”

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stiillhere:

    His question gains a gentle nod of her head, “Sure, I’d love to.” Mileena answers in her usual gentle tone of voice before sliding with ease into the open space across from him, “How’s your evening going?” She kindly asks. She planned on heading back to the hospital home, but something told her to come inside, just for a little bit and look at where she is now.

“My night is well, ma cherie. Is yours going well?” As the young woman sat down across from him in his private booth, he smirked and looked into her eyes. “Bon.” He said, gesturing for the waiter walking by to take her order for a drink. “It’s on my tab, mademoiselle, so order as you please. Nothing is too expensive to fit on it.” He took a sip of his wine, his hues going to the waiter and then to her.

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ourbabylonindie:

Phillip thought he would break his own jaw with how tight he made it, but every word out of the vampire made it harder for him to resist punching him in the face. What angered him more than being at the hands of the monster was how he toyed with him, as if he relished in the fact that Phillip was entirely hopeless. He didn’t trust that he was getting out of this without a single repercussion either, so he proceeded with caution. “Why let me live at all? What use is it to you? You’re fooling yourself if you think you can use me to do your bidding.”

Antoine listened to him, his gaze hardening before he found himself guffawing harder than he had in a long time. “Oh, fuck! That’s so precious! You-you think I’m going to have you ‘do my bidding’. Oh, shit! This isn’t some ridiculous work of fiction, hunter! I don’t need you to do anything for me that I can do myself! I’m simply letting you live because you’ve made me curious. What is it with humans thinking that every fucking vampire wants to keep them like some ghoul?” He wiped his eyes, still standing there with a grin that showed how sure he was of himself. “I’m letting you live, shouldn’t that say something for who I am and not what I am? I told you, I’m not like them. I haven’t fed from you yet, so don’t expect me to do so in the near future.”

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ourbabylonindie:

Phillip knew that making a move, any move, would be a mistake. Either he died or he would show weakness to the other, and neither sounded appealing to him. Phillip knew of vampires but he didn’t know much besides their lust for blood so it surprised and annoyed him to learn that they could read minds whenever they pleased. “Do not touch me. I’d hate to give you a reason to kill me,” he said bitterly. All in all he knew the vampire had the upper hand here.

“Fine, I won’t touch you.” He said simply, his hand moving away from the other’s face as he continued to stand as close as he could. “You being a hunter is enough reason to snap your neck like I did with that arrow. I don’t need you to actually harm me to give me a reason to do so.” He stated simply, expressing his fangs once more as he could tell the other was starting to feel out of control. “Those of my kind would’ve ripped off your head right on the spot. Not I, though, since I see a fierce strength in you. It’s appealing in a challenging sort of way. I’ll spare you, but if you try to harm me after I have given you this opportunity to live, I will feast on your blood. Do you understand, hunter?”

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ourbabylonindie:

Phillip lowered his bow once he saw how the other snapped his arrow in midair. He should have guessed that this wasn’t an ordinary man, but a beast with a head full of ego. Before he could finish his thought he was faced with the stranger, and Phillip couldn’t do much but hold his stance and his gaze, showing no fear. “Warning’s only as good as the person giving them.”

Originally posted by yotb0ka

Sure, Antoine could easily snap this man’s neck and he’d be done with. But, unlike those of his species he’d had the unfortunate experience of meeting, he wasn’t going to kill this man to “teach him a lesson”. That would be utterly pointless. Reaching up and smoothing his icy fingertips over the other’s cheek admiringly, he looked into his eyes with a mischievous smirk while thinking of what to do. “Trust me, mon beau homme. My warnings mean something. You can guess what I am, no need to say it aloud. But your lack of fear for what I am is intriguing. Are you truly willing to let me be this close to you without fear of Death? Or is it a front? I could read your mind, to find out, but what fun would that be?”

[upknorth]

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“If there is one thing I do not mind, it’s the company of someone as lovely as yourself.” He said, eyes roaming them slowly before gesturing to the private booth he had in the lounge. “Care to join me for a drink?”

[werepantherr-deactivated2020051]

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werepantherr:

     “look, dude– it’s a simple question. i’m broke, d’ya got any place i can stay for free?”

“For free? Sure. I was on my way home. You can stay the night.” Antoine offered, his smirk friendly and inviting.

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bxrnthepieces:

“Circumstance, mostly.” Alex said with a heavy sigh, his back to the far wall and gaze flitting from door to stranger. 

Antoine couldn’t help the smirk as he watched the man, pouring him a drink. “Are you fearful of me?” He asked, curious as to why this man was so skittish in his home. Did he not remember him? Possibly, Antoine’s appearance was...different this time around.

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ourbabylonindie:

Phillip narrowed his eyes, a bead of sweat growing before falling down the side of his forehead. He never missed a target before, but this was indeed his last arrow and the fact that the other knew it made the risk so much greater. Still, he was proud and sure of his skill, so without a sharp and deep breath he shot his arrow at the other, his eyes never moving away from the target.

The other took his shot, and Antoine gave no sign of flinching. He wasn’t scared of getting shot, not at all. What he was slightly fearful of was the other having another means of taking him down. Catching the arrow as it was perfectly shooting towards him, he stared deep into the other’s eyes. With his eyes bleeding crimson, he snapped the arrow in half before letting it fall to the ground. “Didn’t I say it would be an unfair fight if you shot at me? Didn’t I warn you?” Within the blink of an eye, Antoine was directly in front of the other with his glowing crimson hues right on the other’s mortal gaze. “Always heed a warning.”

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bxrnthepieces:

“I find myself praying…” Alex said, granting himself a short pause to glance around the room before adding, “…That never used to happen before.”

“Why do you find yourself doing such a thing?” He asked, his brow raising slightly as he carefully watched the professor analyze the room.

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ourbabylonindie:

The other’s words only had Phillip tighten his grip and center his aim. He knew better than to trust men with playful looks and lyrical words. “Leave now, or we’ll soon learn which one of us is the luckier.”

Originally posted by archvillainofromance

The smirked widened a bit more, his eyes glinting with mischief. “That’s cute.” He said, still keeping his stance and not showing any sign of backing down. “Leaving is not on my schedule. I hope that doesn’t ruin your plans.” Waving a hand as if to indicate the other to speed up the shooting, he chuckled and locked eyes with the human. “Go ahead, shoot me. But if that is indeed your last arrow, it’ll be quite the unfair fight.”

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ourbabylonindie:

He Only Has One Arrow Left - Open

“Take one more step and you’ll receive the worst, and last, headache of your life.”

“What is it with hunters and their dramatics?” Antoine questioned, his smirk playful as he eyed the arrow. “I promise I won’t touch you, but if you shoot me with that, all bets are off, mon beau homme.”