Red the Ripper

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TW:Blood  @lets-tmnt-topside​

Victors eyes were only for the sweet substance that barely coated the tip of his gloved finger. Giving it a gentle roll between his thumb and middle finger in a way that would look curious to the unknowing eye. For the monster beside her it was a masked look of longing at the first taste of what could come between them. The creature inside him shifting restlessly at the prospect of a new play mate. Easily containing the closest emotion he could have to giddy, to keep his face from giving anything away. Not wanting to spoil any possible fun if she did turn out to peak his interest. 

With the lift of her gaze Victor’s dark eyes followed suit curiously. Instantly regretting it the moment he took in the hanging corpse from above. Turning that sweet feeling in his chest into something sour and full of disappointment. Causing him to stop the almost fondlingly idle rolling of his fingertips to disgustedly wipe them clean on the dark breast of his suit jacket. “Someone should get him before he starts to rot.” He commented in a velvet voice lined with boredom. 

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"It's good to know zhat jeour heart isn't clouded by hate, zhen. Zhat leaves hope for me."

His voice caused her to pause. While the deepest and darkest feelings of loathing were mostly reserved for one person, he still scared the wits out of her.

She knew what he was capable of now and she would tread with caution.

“You’re not him. But that doesn’t make me any less wary..”

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As her fingers pushed at the hand holding her jaw Victors fingers dug in a litter harder to the point that the pressure would be unpleasant. The look in his eyes was dull but something in them shimmered with a hellish enjoyment of watching her struggle. There was something intoxicated to him about hearing her plead with him to stop that made his inner demons roll and coil with delight, like she was begging for more instead of pleading for her life. “Oh, amour.~ It’s alright. I am a gentlemen, mon cher. I promise to be gentle wizh jeou. I don’t want to rush what we have.” He promised her as he lifted the blade up like it were his own touch to softly push away the tears on her cheeks. Making sure not to mar her beautiful features with either of it’s curved edges as he gave her his version of affection. Taking the same hooked tip and caressing it down the side of her neck like lovers lips as he traced soft threatening lines over her skin everywhere Claude might have kissed instead. “Mmm, jeou do have such beautiful skin, mon doux. I feel so lucky zhat ozher men would be envious of what I have. Jeou are just so sweet,..and so soft.” Punctuating the words with a slow slice just over the top of her skin and along the top curve of her breast like he had before. Again he didn’t push deep but it was enough to sting and draw a thin line of blood that he mirrored on the other side. He knew she wasn’t like the woman where he worked, she wouldn’t respawn if he got carried away and just couldn’t help himself. She was special and deserved the dedication it took to keep her from bleeding out in the end. 

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"It's good to know zhat jeour heart isn't clouded by hate, zhen. Zhat leaves hope for me."

His voice caused her to pause. While the deepest and darkest feelings of loathing were mostly reserved for one person, he still scared the wits out of her.

She knew what he was capable of now and she would tread with caution.

“You’re not him. But that doesn’t make me any less wary..”

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Some men enjoyed making women blush and giggle with lack luster flirting, or get them panting with primitive groping. Victor preferred to watch the tears fall down their beautiful faces as they trembled with an emotion that was impossible to fake. Lust could be skin deep, bashfulness could be an act, but fear was raw and ran deep to the core of a person. It was what he saw now in her eyes as the panic began to set in and the tears began to stream down her face. “Shhh, cheri. Jeou are beautiful. Is it a surprise zhat a man could desire jeou zhe way I do?” He asked with that same twisted tone that suggested everything he was doing was out of a place of love and desire. Distorting his acts of violence to paint them into a picture of bloody affection. 

With a faint click Pari could hear the familiar shift of metal against metal as his free hand drew out his cupid’s blade once again. Never taking his cold dark eyes off her beautiful fair face. Looking up at him now it could be hard to imagine that anyone could mistaken his depthless hallow eyes to be the same molten mocha his brothers were. It was astounding what people let themselves see when they were faced with a well placed familiar smile and a practiced actor.  “I’ve seen zhe way zhe men around jeou look at jeou like zhey are hungry dogs after a piece of meat. Don’t jeou want somezhing more, amour?” He cooed out to her with the cold kiss of his  double edged blade slowly sliding up the center of her stomach with the softest of touches. Not wanting the serrated side to catch on her clothes and tear at her cruelly. “I will love jeou zhe way zhey never could.” 

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"It's good to know zhat jeour heart isn't clouded by hate, zhen. Zhat leaves hope for me."

His voice caused her to pause. While the deepest and darkest feelings of loathing were mostly reserved for one person, he still scared the wits out of her.

She knew what he was capable of now and she would tread with caution.

“You’re not him. But that doesn’t make me any less wary..”

[bluehaired-archive-deactivated2]

Pari was pinned in place against the door, her attempt to flee being halted before it could even begin.

The tears were in her eyes as he started to slowly turn her to face him, but the quiet little fury that burned in her eyes remained present. That spark of defiance..

“When you took a blade to me the last time. I didn’t forgot.. I couldn’t forget. That’s what you have done to me.”

The woman stated, trying to push against him.

The way she went willingly last time was a mistake that she wouldn’t make again. But she feared deep down that it may be the only way to survive.

And she was a woman who did what she had to.

[therougeripper]

Her tears and the fire that burned behind them made the monster inside him coil and churn with pure satisfaction. Eating up and soaking in every quiver on her face as she was turned to face him. Not really working too hard to contain the blood soaked velvet chuckle that came from him as she pushed at him to get him to move. Standing over six feet tall and built as thick as a brick wall Victor knew it would take more than a few pushes to have him move from where he was, but he adored her fight. “Oh, amour, but zhose were only love marks.~” He cooed with one of his gloved fingers coming to brush over the lines he had left behind on her, curving over the top of her breasts. He hadn’t cut her deep, so there was a chance that they had healed already by now. It didn’t matter. His memory was permanent on her skin and he would leave deeper reminders of his affection over time. Striking with that same hand Victor gripped the underside of her jaw where her joints held it in place, forcing her head back and her face up to look up at him with a tight grip. His soulless dark eyes bearing down at her with a sinister smirk as he held her in place. “Don’t worry, mon doux cher, I will leave enough of zhem behind for jeou to reminisce over when I’m not around. I did promise to take zhings slow, and I am a man of mon word.”

[the-wild-hare]

Delicate, painted lips curled up into a playful grin as his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in to exactly the sort of kiss she’d been hoping for, and she let herself melt into it blissfully, a small purr of a laugh in her throat as her hands roamed his chest. There is something that feels a little off kilter, but, if he has been having to play undercover, there are probably plenty of reasons for it.

A squeak of a laugh escaped her at the groping hands, one of her own moving to return the gesture as the heat he added to the kiss was happily returned. Her breath was heavier as their lips parted, satisfied with that sort of breath stealing kiss she’d become oh so familiar with since letting Claude bed her. She nodded, a lip bitten smile spreading over her lips as her neck tilted for him. “Mmhm, my lips are sealed.” She answered. 

“I suppose with you pretending to be on the other side, my plans of waiting for you to return to your room in your bed tonight would be a lost cause, eh?” 

[the-wild-hare]

Unknowing the danger of the man who held her round the waist in an embrace, she was open and relaxed, wholly trusting in the familiar face of who she thought to be her lover. Despite her sisters disapproval, she trusted the man who had earned himself the nickname of incubus.

“Mm, I’m pretty sure a please would suffice to get that scenario to happen.” She chuckled. “It certainly is a shame you’re busy.” The Hand That had returned his groping gesture snaked around to the front of him, fingers toying with the waisteband of his trousers. “Guess you’ll have to make that up to me another time.” She purred.

The teeth toying with her ear causes a faint, but audible hitch to her breath. Eyes fluttering shut with the exhale. “You know where Johanna’s room is, or where my salon is. You know where to find me if you do get a moment to have some quality time.” She murmured. “As for this weekend, it’s a date.” She said warmly. “But,” She said, a a playful, teasing tone bleeding into her voice. “By the end of the weekend, I want to be unable to walk properly, or I’ll be very displeased.”

[therougeripper]

Victor could feel a scoff wanting to come tumbling out of him at her desire to hear him say please. Knowing that before long he would be getting that word begging out of her soon enough, until the point that he had lost all meaning. Biting back the disapproving curl to his lip at the way her fingers toyed with his waistband like she would his brother. Disgusted by how easily his twin could give into a simple tug like that when it was more fun to prolong their fun until neither of them could take it anymore. Thinking that his brothers tactics lacked imagination and real intimacy, when his own left a mark that no woman could forget.

His spine chilled with a wonderful shiver to hear her breath hitch when his teeth bit at her ear. Wishing that he could savor that sound longer and with the feel of red hot warmth soaking into his gloves, but good things came to those who wait. It was most certainly worth the wait as the woman in his arms began to slip him little tid bits of useful information that he deepened the smirk on his face. Savoring the thought of how he could find her salon on another night and find out for himself how sweet her voice could sound when it screamed for him. “Mm, I can zhink of a few ways we could enjoy zhe privacy of jeour salon togezher. I zhink Johanna might mind if we take up zhe room for ourselves.”

It was just a hunch but Victor took it to mean that she and this Johanna shared a room together, though he couldn’t quite tell if it was because they were friends or relation. It really didn’t matter which one it was because he planned to find out where this room was and pay her a visit as well. Either he was going to find himself another beautiful playmate to court or he was going to simply find another means of getting more information; either one suited him. At her request Victor’s smirk was a blend of the devilishly lustful of his brothers and the blood hungry of his own, at the thought of making her incapable of walk right. “Oh, cheri, zhat I can promise jeou.~” He cooed back with a low sinful chuckle against her ear. Basking in the thoughts of what was to come. 

He wanted this moment to reside in her thoughts until this weekend when she brought herself to his brothers room expecting him to know the conversation that they had. The RED’s fingers gripped and pulled the woman closer to keep her believing that his lust was only just under the surface, but knowing that when she realized that Claude hadn’t been the one holding her she would know his touches were for a different sin. It truly could make his blood churn with need at the thought of how the color would drain from her face and his lips on her skin would be the only thing she could think about. He would be her demon. The haunting shadow that kept her on edge and her heart racing. He would do things to her skin that his brother could never master, and he would prove that he is the better of the two.

“I have to go, amour.” He said with a sound of protest to part from her. This time not waiting for her to ask for it as Victor pulled her in tight for another heated kiss. This time putting a little more of a sharper edge to the exchange as his teeth bit at her bottom lip just a little harder than before, mixing a little of his pain with her pleasure. If he didn’t think it would alert her to something being wrong, he would have drawn just a little blood. A little something for him to savor until he saw her again. “Touch jeour self to zhe zhought of me.~” Adding that part in with a devil laced wink before he dissolved from view so she would think he was gone. Instead it gave him a chance to linger back and watch and wait to see what she would do and where she would go. 

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[thoseblusox]

Drawing up to her full height, the BLU strapped the baseball bat across her back to store it, now free of the battlefield and caked in various blood splatters and rainwater she was the visage of hard-work which paid off. Knocking off some of the dried mud on the bottom of her cleats, the metal clicked on the solid concrete underneath as each person dispersed to their own various after-battle methods. Some of them wandered to the REC room, others busied in conversation which Eli remained an outsider too.

A glint of silver caught her attention from what she was doing, recognizing it to be one of the knives abandoned where Spy had been standing before.

“Ah, shit—Spy?” She whipped around but saw he had already left, shaking off the last of the mud before snatching up the object in one hand, half-hopping, half-running to pull up a falling sock while attempting to catch up to the back of the rogue.

“Claude! Oi, wait’up would’ya?” Her playful yet infectious energy radiated like a bulb, using the back of her wrist to push up the front of her mask and have it sit slightly haphazard on her crown, displaying the brilliance in those blue eyes that contrasted all of the enemy blood. “You wanna make me run th’a base or somethin’? Or you want this back?”

[therougeripper]

The intention behind wanting to capture the scouts attention had completely been based off the fact she had caught his attention first. Dark hair, glimpses of blue eyes, fair skinned - everything he could ask for. So like a young boy with a crush Victor had kept the scout under his radar throughout the battle until he saw his chance to strike. Cloaking as his brother only when the real Claude had vanished farther ahead of the group with their cousin, the RED made sure to plant the “dropped” knife just when he knew she would catch a glimpse of it falling.

It took everything in his power to keep the smirk off his face when he heard her calling out his brothers name. Making him curious how well they knew each other and if this was going to prove to be a better find than he realized. He did love it when he stumbled upon friends and lovers his idiot brother had neglected to warn about him. When he felt like she was close enough Victor came to a curious stop to glance back at her as she spoke. His years of practice making it easy for him to portray the vague interest that always seemed to be on his siblings face. Giving the scout the natural glance over her he was sure his brother would have given if he hadn’t done so already.

Making sure that when his now warmer senna eyes fell to the knife in her hand, it happened flawlessly like he had no idea what she was handing him. One of his gloved hands coming to check the sheath under his jacket like he wasn’t the one to pull the knife free so it would fall on the ground. “Merci.” Keeping his thank you grateful but slightly irritated at his stupidity for letting something like that happen. His brother was prideful after all. With a skilled flip of the wrist Victor snapped the curved blade closed before putting it back in it’s sheath. His eyes just for a moment catching hers just to see if she had finally gotten a good look at the sharp curve his favorite weapon had. Picturing how beautiful her silver blade looked dipped in red before giving a glance around them as if making sure no one else saw what he had dropped.

Pushing back the annoyingly longer hair his brother kept, out of his face fake Claude gave a prideful tug to his suit to straighten it out again like everything was now back to normal. He hadn’t just made fool out of himself as a spy by not securing his weapon properly. The thought of his brothers face if he knew was priceless with how insulted he would be. “It would have been embarrassing to have to return out here to get zhis. Zhank jeou.” 

[the-wild-hare]

Delicate, painted lips curled up into a playful grin as his arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in to exactly the sort of kiss she’d been hoping for, and she let herself melt into it blissfully, a small purr of a laugh in her throat as her hands roamed his chest. There is something that feels a little off kilter, but, if he has been having to play undercover, there are probably plenty of reasons for it.

A squeak of a laugh escaped her at the groping hands, one of her own moving to return the gesture as the heat he added to the kiss was happily returned. Her breath was heavier as their lips parted, satisfied with that sort of breath stealing kiss she’d become oh so familiar with since letting Claude bed her. She nodded, a lip bitten smile spreading over her lips as her neck tilted for him. “Mmhm, my lips are sealed.” She answered. 

“I suppose with you pretending to be on the other side, my plans of waiting for you to return to your room in your bed tonight would be a lost cause, eh?” 

[therougeripper]

Victors insides squirmed unpleasantly at the feel of her hands roaming up his chest. Preferring when his lovers melted this way against him more for support than to fondle him. Either way though he kept those feelings neatly tied up inside himself for the sake of the chase, knowing it would be worth it in the end. Everything about her said she trusted him completely. It would have almost not been worth the trouble of acting at all if it wasn’t for the fact that this woman apparently was very tangled with his brother. What a better way to let his twin know he was making a house call than filling his newest lover with fear? 

A more genuine noise of frustration purred from him at her promise to keep her lips sealed. “If I wasn’t busy, I would love to see what it would take to get zhose beautiful lips to part and fill zhe hall wizh jeour voice.” He wasn’t really busy, but he was regretful that he couldn’t do what he said. Victor was more than certain he could get her to scream louder than his brother. “Mmm. Oui, amour. I’m sorry to disappoint jeou.” His voice conveying the sorrow he felt for not being able to have her himself right now. Using it to sound upset for not being able to find her in his brothers bed. 

Trailing her skin with his lips and teeth teasingly, inwardly relishing the thought of how it would taste with her own blood warming them instead. “I promise to make it up to jeour. I will stop by when I can zhis week, but zhis weekend -” Pulling the lobe of her ear between his teeth to toy with. Washing his warm breath over her skin with a faked purr of longing that was made possible by the thought of what would happen later. “Jeou, me, and every surface in mon room~.” The smirk he had for what he said was because he knew what would happen when she went to Claude’s room this weekend thinking he was expecting her. He hoped with everything in him she would remember this moment and the feel of him on her skin would never be able to be washed away. 

[the-wild-hare]

Mistaken

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She had been minding her own thoughts as she walked when she noticed a familiar figure. She had turned to walk over when she paused, feeling rather like something was off. Then she spotted it. It was a subtle differences, but she caught it.

“Claude, I can’t believe you’ve cheated on me.” She said, a theatrical tone to her voice to catch his attention as she approched him from behind. Placing a hand over her heart with a wounded look. “You went to somebody else to trim your hair? I’m hurt, really I am.” Looking up at him with doey eyes before the facade cracks, and she can’t help but laugh a little. “I tease, of course. “But I’m surprised you got that much taken off.”

[the-wild-hare]

She laughed lightly as he pressed another kiss to her hand, acting all too relieved that she had forgiven him. Blissfully unaware of the danger she flirted with. Playing with fire like Claude was one matter. But this was more akin to dousing herself In gasoline and hugging an open flame. If she knew that the man before her was not her lover, she would have drawn her hand back from his lips, likely to have the palm of her hand meet his cheek for the deception.

“Well…. I don’t know….” she said, putting on thoughtful airs as she If was deciding on whether or not to tattle. A small smirk spreading on lightly painted lips as she walked her fingers up his chest. “Well, alright, I’ll keep your secret.” She said “If,” her hand curling round the knot of the tie to become him to her level. “You seal it with a kiss.”

[therougeripper]

The laughter in her voice stuck in his memory to play back in a soft echo in the back of his mind. Holding onto that sound for later when he would imagine what it would sound like crying out for him or how it would weaken when her words would shake. Soft tempting skin, alluring voice, naive sense of safety - Victor had to compliment his brother when he picked out works of art that he could paint into masterpieces. Feeling her finger grip the knot to his tie to pull him fully down to her level, this demon of pretend didn’t let his own disgust stop him from putting on a good show.

Tightening his arms around her waist Victor kissed her like she wanted. Using his years of practicing to be his brother to good use as kept the kiss slow but steamy enough to sell it like he meant it. His hands splaying out with a faked grip of desire as if he was minutes away from tearing her clothes from her body. Inwardly choking on the fact of how easy it was to get this close to her. Knowing he was going to eat up every single second when he was able to watch that loving look in her eyes turn cold when he revealed himself. He wasn’t sure what he enjoyed more - that look or the one they gave the very first time they were cut.

Sliding his gloved hand down the slope of her back Victor made sure to give her ass a lingering squeeze as he deepened the kiss. Wanting to play this role perfectly for her so that she wouldn’t feel the need to suspect a thing the next time they met. “Enough incentive to keep mon secrets?” He purred out against her lips with a devil dipped smirk. Giving more tempting bites over her jaw to sweeten the thought of keeping the promise she was going to regret ever making. 

[sadisticxprince]