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Thread: In Blackest Night

Locke didn't see her at first, the light cascading through the opening he made slowly widening as he nudged the heavy half door open. The place was in pretty good condition, from what he could see, and that was saying a lot since most of these places got trashed during the chaos that erupted when the world ended. With only half of his body in the doorway, he glanced behind him when he heard a slow shuffling. Out below the church steps on the sidewalk was a Walker in some kind of faded, blue uniform, wandering in it's mindless way. Ignoring it, Locke entered the building fully, closing the door behind him before turning around and starting up the aisle between the pews. That was when he finally spotted her, his eyes focusing on the weapon first - the dark peach fuzz covering his scalp prickling in heightened awareness - then finally noticing the feminine features of the one holding it. Instantly, his hands went up about level with his shoulders, palms out in a placating gesture, and very aware of the creature still roaming very close outside, he said in a hushed tone, Whoa, whoa. I'm human. So, this must have been her hideout for God only knew how long. This might have also been a place of relief during the infection as well, so, there was a possibility that he could scrounge up some supplies. And if he played his cards right, he might even get lucky with her as well.
Thread: In Blackest Night

Kristen kept her eyes locked on the man glancing around inside her haven. Clearly refusing to acknowledge she was standing there he stepped further in then closed the large doors behind him. She stood motionless, at first praying he would just leave or not even take notice to her. But then she realized he was endangering her and her unborn child by roaming around somewhere he didn't belong. Watching every step he took, the grip of the rifle tightened in between her slim fingers and she took a few small steps backward. If he didn't stop anytime soon, which was probable, she would have to shoot him and the right amount of area to shoot the rifle properly was necessary. Preparedness and her reflexes was all she had to protect herself at that moment. She neither satisfied nor disappointed to see him hold his hands up. Of course he was human though his reassurance was appreciated. After watching him come through the door, she no longer had suspicions of him being one of them but he still had to leave. She propped the heavy weapon onto the her tiny shoulder, holding on with her frail arms. Closing one of her round, green eyes to examine her range, the rifle was soon aimed right at his temple. Once assuring that his head was a definite target when she would pull the trigger, she looked directly up at him. I don't care what you are. Get out. She stated simply. That and her pointing a gun at him should be enough motivation for him to leave out of the church at that instant.
Thread: In Blackest Night

Kristen stared at the guy talking, watching his lips move but not paying any attention to the words that he said. She didn't bother to focus on his offers or try to make sense of what he was telling her. The last thing she needed was for someone to feel pity for her or treat her as though she was utterly helpless due to the fact that she was pregnant. Sure she was a bit slower since the months passed by steadily and it was difficult for her to carry herself around. She had done just fine though and she would do just as fine without the help of any neanderthal who thought he was of use to her. Ever since she started to show, people had been taking a liking to her. Groups she had encountered along the way took her in without any question. She never even had to ask or contribute much for her to earn her right to stay. She had always known something was just a little off about the whole arrangement but it took her long before she had learned they were just using her. For what, she wasn't sure. Maybe they figured her newborn child would be some type of savior for this catastrophe but she never stayed around long enough to find out. She wouldn't let him treat her baby like so many others had. This guy most likely played the role of a nice guy but in reality he was selfish and uncaring as the rest of the people that she has ever encountered. He wanted her supplies and a stable place to stay while the dead walked around outside but she would never give him that satisfaction. She snatched the gun from him and backed away since he had stepped closer to her from earlier. Aiming it once again, she narrowed her eyes and sighed heavily. I told you to leave. No matter how much you think I'm going to need your help, I've been doing fine on my own so far. And the last thing I want is for you to come and screw everything up for me. She poked him in the chest with the weapon. Now leave before I'm forced to do something that I don't really want to. She warned.
Thread: In Blackest Night

Kristen stared after the retreating stranger who called himself Locke. Although his comments were sarcastic and rude which frankly made him appear to be an asshole, she figured it was only because he hadn't taken kindly to her rejection of his assistance. She had not meant to sound hateful or devoid of any emotion, she just didn't want the help of someone she hardly knew. There have been one too many experiences where she relied on another and was disappointed with the way the results had worked out. She really just wanted to be left alone and deal with the current situation by herself. As soone as he closed the door behind him, she heard the trademark moans and groans of the undead population, the noises becoming louder and louder by the second. Then is when she cursed Locke for having come into the church and disturbing her peaceful and comfortable sanctuary. She was even more pissed that after firing her gun just once, she would have to park up as much as she could and say goodbye to the home she had made for herself and her baby. She cocked her gun in preparation for the hell that was about to break loose. Stepping up on one of the window sills, she glanced out to the street to have an idea of what she would she would have to deal with. More and more came, from what seemed like nowhere, and she became a little frightened of how many of the undead she would ultimately have to face. Though Kristen tried to keep a tough exterior in front of every person she ever encountered, she was just a terrified girl inside. The more tough she acted indicated the more afraid she was. But she had to be this way for anyone other than her unborn child. How could she protect something so fragile and helpless if she couldn't keep a straight face to do so. She sucked in a deep breath, getting over her sudden fears, then stepped down from the sill. Approaching the door, she slowly accepted the doom she was about to face. At the exact moment she was ready to open the door, hand on the doorknob and about to open it, she heard the voice of Locke. DON'T THINK OF THAT AS HELPING YOU OUT! I WAS JUST MAKING SURE MY MACHETE STILL WORKS! He hollered out to her from behind the door. She pressed her ear against the large door shortly after the comment and listened for the soft groans. To her surprise, there were none. Impressed with the quick swiftness of his handling of the creatures' demise. Kristen was ready to congratulate him, along with a gracious thank you. She was hesitant though since she didn't know if he would act like an asshole once again. Deciding it was better to have him know that she wasn't completely heartless, she listened to the outside of the door more closely, wanting to make sure nothing sounded off. She then opened the door slightly and peeked out barely, her tiny head of blonde hair in between the small crack she had allowed. She looked out to the direction he was walking. Locke! she called his name out softly, for the sake of not drawing attention to herself and at the same time hoping he had heard.
Thread: In Blackest Night

Locke heard the door open and cringed before he heard her voice, reluctantly turning around to face her while still standing on the steps. Great, he was in for it now. He tried to be a nice guy and it'd backfired on him once again. He should have just left her alone and let her deal with it. And then he was angry at how ridiculous the situation was. He didn't do anything wrong and he didn't want to apologize for lending her a hand! Ungrateful bitch! She was lucky he'd poked his nose into it in the first place! Then, he realized that wasn't necessarily true - if he hadn't been in there, the door would have never opened when he left and those Walkers would have lumbered by without being the wiser. With a small click of his tongue, he glanced warily around at their surroundings and made his way back over to her, keeping his voice a low, raspy whisper so as not to attract any unwanted attention. Look, I'm sorry, okay? She was angry and not going to let him back inside to talk, so his goal was to get her to go back in there as quickly as possible, just to avoid any other unwanted encounters from the dead or the living. I didn't mean to step on your toes but it was my fault they even noticed your door. I couldn't just leave without cleaning up the small mess I made. He lazily kicked the head of a corpse laying next to him and glanced at her. But I'm not cleaning this mess up, he said with a smart snort. Look, I get it, okay? I understand why you want to handle this by yourself and why you won't let me stay and help you--actually, I'm lying. I don't understand that at all, but, the point is, it's your choice. I just didn't want to paint a target on your door and then leave you to deal with it like some self-fulfilling prophecy. Locke gave another cautious look around but for the moment the streets were clear. Glancing back at her he said, Hey, is there anything you need? I'll keep my eyes open during my scavenging and share the wealth if I find any... like... blankets or... pickles or whatever pregnant ladies need. He lamely scratched the back of his head and gave her an awkward shrug.
Thread: In Blackest Night

I don't like pickles. Was the first thing that left Kristen's mouth. The thought that he would attach that connotation to her just because she was pregnant. Everything about this man made her extremely angry and got on the nerves endlessly. From the way that he spoke to her to the idiotic things that he did. She should have turned him away then, forcing him to promise that he would never come back to bother him again. Or she should at least scold him for being so careless, especially around her. But no matter how upset Kristen was with him at the moment, she couldn't bring herself to say anything bad to him. It might have been because he actually apologized and at least offered her some help. Whatever it was, it also made her wave her hand, ushering him back inside. You should come inside so we can talk. She suggested. She looked both ways of the street, exactly how parents taught their children to do when crossing the road. Her tone was low and she tried not drawing too much attention to the of them similar to what he had done. Figuring that he would come inside rather than stay in the open as walker bait, she opened the door of the church slightly more than it was before which would allow enough space for him to walk through.
Thread: In Blackest Night

Oh, wait, she did want him to come inside to talk. Wait, what? Was she still angry? The way she brushed off his offer of pickles as if he were an idiot for suggesting it made him tense up defensively but when she waved him inside, he didn't hesitate before following her back into the church, if only to get her to close the damn door and stop tempting fate. Oh, so, now you do want to talk to me? Make up your damn mind, woman! And can you please refrain from pointing your gun at me this time? Thanks. Walking into the church he took a few steps and perched himself on the back of a nearby pew. Folding his arms loosely over his lap, he stared at her and gave her an aggressive shrug. So, why am I here, Marge Gunderson? You got an extensive shopping list or something? Because I'd just like to remind you that the world ended and not all of your little prissy amenities will still be available on the shelves at this point. He didn't mean to be a jackass - not that he would admit that he was being one she was the one being emotional and confusing from one moment to the next - but there was more to protecting a pregnant woman than just making sure she didn't get eaten. There was the shopping lists of course, where she might ask him to go looking for embarrassing crap - and not being a woman, how the hell was he supposed to know what any of her feminine hygiene shit was supposed to look like? But there was also the upcoming birth that had him nervous. Locke wasn't doubting the decision to help her because if she was going to let him stay, he'd never leave her side or abandon her. He was just nervous about the whole needing to push a tiny human out of her vagina at some point business, and everything related to it kind of had him on edge. What if something went wrong? Walkers he could deal with but he'd be pretty helpless if the baby's extension cord got tangled around it's neck or something broke inside her and she ended up bleeding to death. Locke was so anxious about what he'd signed up for, he was almost hoping she would kick him out, just so he wouldn't fail her when it mattered. On the flip side, as long as her gun didn't get involved again, he'd argue with her til he was blue in the face to let him stay, because he'd be responsible if he left her to die on her own. It was a lose-lose situation and he'd already made up his mind. But it didn't stop him from being a jerk and taking it out on her. Wistfully, he remembered those nights when he was first on his own, playing Cyndi Lauper CDs on full blast outside with the LED lights shining like daylight on the roof of his building, while he danced shirtless amongst the horde of undead, blasting skulls open for kicks. If this woman truly was willing to put up with his shit, that meant his bachelor days were over. No more Girls Just Wanna Have Fun.
Thread: In Blackest Night

Kristen held back any snide comebacks she wanted to tell Locke though it was fairly hard for her to accomplish. He was being a jackass to her once again. This was another reason why she tended to keep to herself. Not only did she hate the attention due to the obvious fact that she was carrying a child but everyone always had something to say. Was it so hard to simply keep their mouths shut and appreciate that they hadn't died with the rest of the world? It was understandable to be bitter. Adjusting to the situation that the world had been dealt was difficult and it was nearly impossible to imagine that someone could go through it without having a mental breakdown, or at least close to one. Everything was fucked up the people that you once knew and loved had disappeared, been killed, or were separated from you by thousands of miles, but that didn't give anyone even her, the authority to walk around with their ass on their shoulders. So when Locke acted this way toward Kristen, she could completely sympathize with him which is why she didn't comment on his rude remarks. But the more he continued talking, the less sympathetic she became. He was so damn ungrateful. She had been kind enough to invite him back into the church and away from any walkers that could possibly notice him again and attack. She was even going as far as thanking him for getting rid of them so she wouldn't have to and risk losing the sanction that she now referred to as home. Even though he didn't know her intentions right away, that was no excuse for him to act the way he was at the moment. Shutting the door behind them and making sure it was locked securely, she strolled over to a spot that stood right in front of him. With exaggerated slowness, Kristen lifted her gun and pointed it in the center of him stomach as she stared him down with vicious, narrowed eyes. If he was going to stick around here, the first thing he needed to learn was how to speak to a woman. Let me tell you something, you asshole. Kristen started off menacingly, jabbing him hard with the butt of the rifle. I don't know where the hell you learned your manners but let's get one thing straight. If you ever talk to me like that again, I'm going to kick your ass. The words the spilled from her mouth were much more harsh than she had intended. He just made her so upset though, she felt like her blood pressure had risen just from standing in the same area as him. It was frustrating to have to talk to him like a 5 years old but if he was going to act this way, that was how she was going to treat him. But when Kristen was about to say something else to him, an intense sharp pain shot from her womb and through the rest of her body. The pain was so sudden and unexpected, she dropped the gun to the floor and held onto her swollen belly. Her breathing became shallow in an instant and she leaned on one of the pews to prevent herself from falling over in exertion.
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Thread: Her Dark Lover (Google and LaBella)

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Thread: Her Dark Lover (Google and LaBella)

Allie Carter sighed as she slipped her fingers through her red hair and watched as her long time boyfriend got ready to go to a party. They'd just finished having sex and now he was going out to a party and she was laying in their bed, a sheet wrapped around her as she leant against the headboard. He was a handsome guy. The bad boy with a dark and mysterious look to him. When they'd been in high school, he'd been new to her school as the first day of Senior Year had rolled around and she'd been told to show him around. A week he'd asked and asked and asked and she'd finally agreed to a date.An AP and Honors student, she'd been a salutorian that year. By the end of August, they had been dating and late in October at homecoming she'd had sex with him. In the middle of a public park he'd ran his hands all over her and kissed her senseless. She had been terrified but he'd been so considerate and caring despite the location and she'd had her first time under the stars with her cheerleading outfit half on, half off. After that, it had been amazing. At least until he'd gotten aggressive and controlling. Any guy friends she'd had had been terrified when Dominic had threatened to beat the shit out of them if they touched her or talked to her. Her girlfriends had all but abandoned her and she'd only had him. She had gotten into NYU and so had he and her, the little southern redhead had went to the big city. Being that it was summer now before her final year of school, she'd gotten a job at the NY Times as a secretary to a writer. He didn't like it much but she liked being independent. Her boss was also a female so Allie thought that smoothed it over better. He still got jealous though and sometimes was violent with her. He even made her have sex with him when she really wasn't in the mood but somehow she'd end up gasping in orgasm while sobbing at the fact that he'd not listened to her and violated her. But then he'd always make it up to her with dates out to nice places and jewelry and flowers and gifts. He would always apologize and be sweet to her afterward. He had come from money and was quite well off as they lived in their nice Manhattan Apartment instead of local dorms. Allie didn't know what to think of it but she loved him. Yet at the same time, she was terrified of him and his quick temper. She adjusted the sheet and looked at him. You sure you don't want me to go baby? she asked. Her body was still tingling from her recent sexual encounter but she knew she had to get out before he killed her. Her green eyes watched him and she ran her fingers through her coppery red hair then got up, sliding on a night gown and then walking over to him to help him dress. She loved him but she had to leave him.
Thread: (MxM) Cool story babe. (NSFW)

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Thread: (MxM) Cool story babe. (NSFW)

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Thread: (MxM) Cool story babe. (NSFW)

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Thread: (MxM) Cool story babe. (NSFW)

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