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Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Amaya looked him to watch me? she asked by whom and why? its the first time there was nothing naiveness in that question. She noticed him look down on her shirt's low cut as Delshyk asked about the necklace. She steeped back and looked him in a angry way this is ... she tried to say, but way telling someone stranger this 'the only think that her family left her' she thought. Take your eyes of it she demand and waited for an answer as she kept looking him directly in his eyes even if her fear was high.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Well, for the by whom and why i cant tell you. he said, his blush lessening. he took a step back as she started yelling at him. Woah, easy there. im not here to hurt you, and just so you know, i dont sneak peeks. if there was one thing he did remember from his parents before they died it was never to look down a girls shirt. that was rare among boys, as his mother said. he looked away from the necklacevand gazed upwards, knives clanking together, making a pleasant jingling noise. Seriously though, i wont hurt you. i dont bite THAT hard... he flashed what he thought was a reassuring smile, to try to calm her down. thank the heavens she couldnt hear how hard his heart was smashing against his ribs right now.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Amaya looked at him, as she stopped talking, started thinking everything he told her. It was like she was missing for a bit, in a sudden her look was back. She looked at him and smiled ok enough if the tricking me part, who whose it? she thought her friends where playing tricks on her. They never stop doing that? she said and passed the man and kept walking home. Since she was little cause her naiveness and cuteness her friends,class mates some time even teachers tricked her around. But mostly in a good way. So she just thought that Delshyk was on of that tricks. How could she believe that it was something more curious.And that her life was quickly gonna change.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Um.... no one. wat do you mean who? he smiled lightly as he watched her walk away. thank god, he still had time to befriend her. he stood there, knives jingling in the wind, wonderiing if he should go after her, or just wait until tomorrow. he glanced over his shoulder, then decided to go after her, if only to see her reaction. even though her body was nice, he thought he saw an intelligent being behind those eyes. he jogged up to her side. Um, i dont think we got off on the right foot back there, he said, blushing as his nervousness came out. he shifted uneasily on his feet, wondering what she thought of him by now.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya She smiled at him, not knowing who he was and thinking that their friends put this act on My name is Amaya she stopped and gave her hands I don't know what those jerks meaning her friends are planning, but you should stop fallowing me around . She said with a smile when she saw him blushing. But in way she was still scared of him, his aura locked more mysterious and dangerous than a simple tricker would look. But she just sigh and went on leaving him behind, as she whispered stop fallowing me
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Hi Amaya, im Delshyk he said, still wondering what she meant about tricking. Listen, im not tricking you. i know this is strange, but ill be able to tell you more soon. very soon it seems. a dark look crept onto his face as he looked around, the blush fading. he saw her walk away, and saw something else, glinting in the trees. he rushed forward and pushed her out of the way, taking out the rifle and wincing as the knife stabbed into his arm. better my arm than her head he thought to himself, the blush completly gone, looking around constantly. he put the girl protectively behind him and leveled the gun, aiming down the sights at a shadow near a fence. blood trickled from his shoulder, starting to turn the edges of the bandages around his left arm red. he let off a few rounds and took the knife out of his arm, cursing and wincing from the pain. the red slowly crept up the bandages, soaking them crimson as he looked towards amaya. Come on, lets get you home before more come.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Everything gone blank when she saw Delshyk taking the hit instead of her. She couldn't see what it was that hit him, but sure it was true blood and not a trick any more. Amaya looked him, and got scared no blushing any more he looked curious and dangerous now. She stayed behind him as she was holding his shirt. As everything started to look darker around her, she fallowed him and showed him her home. When they reached it, Amaya close the doors and got some bandage, hot water to clean the wound. As she stood there looking him scared, let me take a look in that
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya he smiled lightly and nodded, the blush coming back at the thought of a girl touching him. his aura turned lighter as he put the gun down, now hoping she wouldnt take the other bandages off. Sorry about what happened out there. they found me quicker than i thought they would. he sighed and looked out the window to the falling sun, wincing slightly as he felt the warm water against his arm, flowing over many other scars and soaking into the bandages. he looked at amaya and smiled when he saw a glimmer behind those eyes. he was sure the intelligence was there. he looked away again, blushing deeply as his thoughts got away from him, runing into fantasies. he could tell this misdion was going to be very nice, especially in the company of someone so bright. he hoped wat she was bound to see didnt change that. he could sense she was unaware of what existed around her, behind the walls humanity had set up.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya She cleaned his wound, and looked that he had many others. She could not still believe what was going on. As she cleaned him up she looked at him Whats going on she stopped talking and thought that this was meant for her and who wants me dead and mostly why she asked him, now she didn't care any more of the blushes she couldn't see him like she did some minutes ago.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya You sure you want to know? he asked, looking up at her. Because im waning you that you wont like what you hear. he looked out the window, rubbing his arm nervously. he didnt know if he should tell her or not, because the realization of vampires being real, that everything you thought couldnt hurt you was real, semed to have lifechanging effects on people. he didnt want amaya to stop being bright and bubbly. he sighed an looked deeply into her eyes, staring at them, looking like he was staring at her soul. this wasnt going to be easy for the girl.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Amaya tried to calm down. She closed her eyes and tried to open her mind. What ever she was going to hear she should stay calm. I wonna know, I hate ignorance she said looking him as she sat next to him waiting for an answer.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya he sighed. Alright. The things that are after you are vampires. Very powerful vampires. I, he said, pointing at himself, I am a hunter. My job is to protect you from them. We figure if the whole council wants you dead, you must be pretty important. Although i wonder why they didnt make their move sooner.... he looks out a window nervously, the blush fading as he readjusted his glasses. Have you hade any strange accidents recently?
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Amaya was surprised again, but know in away she believed him. vampires, ... she looked him with her curious look vampires, how can that be true, but even if it is true, I don't see any connections. Her mind couldn't get everything, she had a lot of surprises in one day but she kept asking And why would you protect me? what'll you people gain from this? but she deeply knew he would answer a question like that. While she thought about strange accidents around her, she looked him, since she remembered stupid stuff fallen next to her, but know it makes sense in a way.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Heheheh. Aren't you tired? Delshyk looks out to the now dark sky, standing fluidly and strapping the gun to his back. Do you want me to leave, or should i spend the night? he felt the blood rush to his face at the last words, feeling girlish because he blushes very easily, and at alost anything. he looked up at her, waiting for an answer to his question, glancing at the window every now and then.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya She looked at Delshyk as she was still confused to what had happened to her. Her mind was tripping around vampires, fights and blood when Amaya answered stay here, I dont know you purpose but for today its seems where're on the same sight
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Delshyk nods his head and looks out a window before asking, Where do i sleep then? he looked around for a bit before returning his gaze on the girl in front of him, blinking and taking a small silver flask out of his pocket, drinking from it before replacing it in his pocket. he raised his eyebrows and watched the dark silhoutes of the trees gently swaying in the wind as he takes out a knife and starts to flip it, catching it by the blade.
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RE corseairrazerwingxamaya Amaya pointed him the sofa you could rest her . She said as she looked to find her sleeping-shirt. As she saw him getting ready to through the knife she got behind the closet, looking at him.
Thread: corseair chronicles Vol. 1

RE corseairrazerwingxamaya he smiles and throws the knife up again, this time catching the blade in his mouth before putting the knife in its sheath before taking off his shirt to reveal heavy bullet-proof padding. after taking that off, he stood, his undershirt stained from the arm wound. he walked over to the sofa, rubbing his left arm, running his fingers over the bandages that covered his arm, and themarking on it. he lied down and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, but listening to the gentle sound of the girls breathing. alright, can we continue tomorrow? im going to bed, so goodnight amaya
Thread: Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

Fourteen years... it had been fourteen years since her mother passed away. Fourteen long, sad, happy, beautiful, passionate, draining, desperate, agonizing, terrifying years. She was seventeen now and she was almost done with high school. She exhaled a breath as she thought about it and looked up. She watched her own breath dance up into the cold air and meet up with snowflakes that shimmered down to the ground. She loved the winter time just as much as she liked all of the other times of the year. As long as it got her out of the house, she was happy. Her thumbs stroked the sides of her hot chocolate as she thought about...everything. She was sitting out in the cold at a METRO bus stop. Her school, the one her mother slaved at work to get the money to afford, had just let out. It was a private school. She was wearing the uniform under her black coat plus a scarf wrapped around her neck and stuffed into the collar of her coat. The girl drank her hot chocolate and watched the cars drive by. She was wearing stockings that barely concealed the bruise on her leg that she just recently received from falling over in the kitchen. Her cooking was good but it just didn't seem to be ready soon enough.
Thread: Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

Fourteen years... It had been fourteen years since James had to grow up. The man was only 37. When he was 23, his love, his life, and his anchor had passed away. So many nights James had cried over the loss of his lover. He sighed and even felt his eyes glaze over a little. On the dashboard of his SUV, he had a picture of her that covered up the engine temperature gauge. It was where she kept the picture in her car, but her dashboard wasn't designed as well. They thought she died picking his picture up out of the floor when she drove off the side of a bridge and crashed into the shallow creek below. James choked up and he knew he had to get his poker face on after all, he was out from of his lovely daughter's school. Of course, the six foot tall man was a gruff man with stubble all along his face. The man had a modest physique and a nerdy attire. He often dressed in sweater vests and slacks, and that's exactly what he was wearing today. He had the SUV nice and warm now, so his daughter wouldn't have to be uncomfortable in her uniform. He gently honked his horn the way he did. It was just long enough to catch her attention, but short enough to not embarrass her about being 17 and still being picked up by her father. When she climbed into the truck, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek sweetly. Hey, darling. How was your day? He shifted the car into drive and he began pulling out of the parking lot. In around thirty minutes, they were back home and James got out into the bitter cold for the first time in over an hour. God damn. He whispered and ran to the front door to open it and let her in. Turns out I had just enough time to get the ball rolling. There you go. 3
Thread: Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

She lifted her cup of hot chocolate to her lips and slurped the hot liquid down her throat. She sighed quietly as she felt it singe down her throat and cold air filtered out through her dry lips. One of her feet moved over the other, little snowflakes falling off the top of her black mary-janes. She wondered how cold it was, that one winter afternoon when she plummeted down into the creek. She could only wonder what it was like, cracking the front of your skull on the steering wheel and drowning in your sleep. Her throat caught as she thought about it, fair skin turning to ice in the freezing cold water. Her body jolted as the shivering started, her skin trembling even under the jacket. Her father was here with the SUV, the lights dancing over her figure and bringing her to light. She looked up at him, her blue eyes dilating as they stared into front of the vehicle. Her eyelashes blinked shut, squeezing the tears back down her tear ducts. The girl sniffled and stood up. She picked up her school bag and hurried over to the vehicle, opening the door and stepping inside. Her bag dropped onto the floor but it stayed shut. The girl, his daughter, was silent during the car ride. The silence was...subtle, but heavy. It was especially heavy today. She thought it was because of the snow but they both knew why. They both remembered the day the cold water took her away. But neither of them wanted to say it. They didn't want to admit to it. This silence that they felt was a silence that she felt every day. Since the day her mother died, she had not spoken. She had become a silent porcelain doll with the pale white skin, the bright blue eyes and the oddity of long, pure white hair. The sound of the driver's door shutting brought her out of her haze. She licked her lips and looked around her. They were parked infront of the house and there... snow, everywhere. Her hot chocolate was cold now and she needed to get out of the car. She pushed her door open and stepped out, picked up her bookbag and shut the door. She slung the strap over her shoulder and hurried into the house, not wanting to keep her father out in the cold.
Thread: Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

Even James was rather amazed at the amount of snow that had covered their humble suburban abode. The sidewalk was speckled in a salt and pepper pattern, but the yard looked egg-shell white. James had long since gotten used to the fact that his daughter didn't speak. She ceased to talk after her mother passed away. Not even a cry for help or anything. She just seemed to linger in the room when she needed his help. As James unlocked the door and let her into the house, he was taken back to a particular event when she was younger. She had just reached the beginnings of womanhood. She stood there with her hair tattered and in a mess. Tears ran down her cheek and he saw beneath her long t-shirt streaks of blood running down her thigh. James was horrified by the image, but he knew what was happening. From that moment on, he had hired a maid to assist him in taking care of her. She was even a live-in maid for a few years. James just needed a woman in his life to help him keep a hold on his only daughter. He had been a young, single father with a daughter he knew nothing about raising. Over the years, however, he learned to handle her. As far as he knew, she didn't date guys, so he didn't have to worry about loading up his shotgun just yet. James closed the door while the last wheeze of winter air blew into the warm house. He secured the door with the several locks and he looked throughout the house. The maid came over daily to clean up the house while he was at work and she was at school. James saw his daughter go into the living room. Darling, make sure you do your homework. He then disappeared into the kitchen to get a beer. James came out and sat down in the couch. He looked over at her and, even though it had been minutes, she didn't start working on her homework as quickly as he would like. James didn't want to tell her, but he had been having a horrible day. Memories of his lovely Odelia flooded his mind. God he fucking missed that woman. The man slammed his beer down and stood in front of her. God damnit. Get the books out of your fucking bag and get working! Your mother worked herself to rag and bones to make sure you got into a good school. I swear to God if you piss it away--! he just stopped, then he bent over to grab the bag and he threw it at her chest firmly. Get working! I don't want to see your head look up until you get done with it. James sighed, grabbed his beer, and left the room. He felt hurt that he had talked to her like that. She didn't deserve it. She was a great girl and she never got into trouble. He slammed the door to his room and he got on his computer to start talking to all the middle-aged whores who thought he literally hung the moon. It was the only solace he could find when he felt the way he did.
Thread: Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

Once inside, she made her way to the living room like she always did when she got home from school. Ishu sat down on the floor behind the coffee table and turned on the TV. She set it to the news and turned the volume down so it was barely audible. Ishu loved to watch the news, or at least listen to it, when she got home. She felt as though it kept her, to some extent, involved in the real world. It was almost like just knowing something about what went on outside her little home made her important. Of course that was just rubbish, but she liked the news and it made her happy. So, why not? The answer to this questions was given, and roughly, when her father approached her from the kitchen. She tried to avoid him when he went to the kitchen, especially when he came back with one of those clear-brown bottles. The stuff inside them, the alcohol, it seemed to make him let his anger out. His frustrations, a lot of them, right onto her. She wanted to curl up into a little ball when he yelled at her, her knee slowly lifting toward her chest just before he shoved her bookbag against her. She gulped, hard, almost making herself throw up, and nodded quickly. Ishu turned off the news and immediately shuffled through her bookbag. She took out all of her books and set them on the table, cracking open one of them and getting her homework done. Despite her little bits of hunger, she refused to eat. At least when her father told her to do something. She learned a long time ago to do something exactly when her father told her to do it and she could do nothing until it was done. Getting a glass of orange juice or water was completely out of the question. She knew, logically, it wasn't true- that he could hear every single step she took in the house. But emotionally, she knew he could. She felt like he knew everything about her, even things she didn't know. It terrified her, how much power her had in every aspect of her life. She swallowed hard, again and pushed her pencil harder onto the notebook paper as she thought about him, how he could move without a sound if he wanted to. He was her father, but he scared her. Especially when he was angry.
Thread: Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

Oh, James. I wish I lived closer to you. I would take care of you and your daughter. I would be honored to be your wife. But, most importantly, I would be honored to take care of you. She spoke into his headphones in that dreamy voice that sent him to the edge and back. He loved listening to this woman's southern accent. She was amazing. Oh, how he wished she was closer to here. The man knew that he could stand to have a date or two. He needed to get away from the monotony that had become his life. He took her to school, went to work, picked her up, and came home. In the meantime, he enjoyed talking to these beautiful, lonely women who showed him parts that were untouched by age, or altered to appear as such. However, to maintain that fear that he needed to have the fear he hungered to use to control her, James told the beautiful pair of legs that he'd be back in a bit. He got out of his seat and removed his headphones, then he opened the door of his bedroom quietly. James slipped out on tiptoed feet and made like a ghost right behind her. He saw her working feverishly and he knew that she needed to feel some sweet praise for her hard work. So, the man leaned down and planted a kiss on her temple and his hands softly massaged her shoulders. His artisan hands had learned the way of soothing a woman, but the alcohol had a bad habit of taking away all those impressive features he had. He ran his fingertips slightly down her arm and just nuzzled his face softly against her cheek. His gruff exterior made for a slightly tickling sensation. I'm sorry, honey. I know you work really hard, and I'm really proud of you. He paused to just hover close. He ran his fingertips through her beautiful hair in order to keep it out of her face. I was thinking about cooking some pasta tonight. If you want, you can pick out the recipe and help Daddy make it, k? He smiled and leaned down to give her another kiss on the cheek, this one was somewhat close to her lips. The alcohol made him miss his kisses, so he said. James pulled away from her finally and went to grab another beer from the fridge. You just keep working hard on that homework and I'll check up on you shortly. He wasn't a fool, he knew he ruled her with fear and intimidation, but then he gained her trust with sweet, loving affection. Do what Daddy says earn his praise. However, not doing what Daddy said meant getting the punishment she deserved. That's what he was mentally teaching his darling daughter. If he knew at the time that he was mentally warping her, he would have sought out therapy or something to make him a better father. Alas, he turned on his heel and disappeared into his room again. His darling dame was slowly taking off her top on cam. She was so eagerly awaiting the return of her stallion. He turned the webcam lower on himself and slowly let his zipper be tugged down. Out came a thick, throbbing member. He watched her eyes light up and he started to ease himself into a calmer mood with each and every gentle stroke. Oh, don't tease me, baby. I want to see you show me you need me. His voice was dark, deep. He wanted to feel needed...by anyone.