Thread: Time and Time Again [Corrupted Soul and Shaelinn]

Her appearance See more Oh come on, Carolyn. Wipe that frown off your face nobody is buying it anyway. We're visiting the house of earthly delights. You may not enjoy gawking at that delicious flesh, but you can just... suck in their experience to get in touch with your inner feminine side. Have you ever done a striptease for someone? The young brunette's pale blue eyes pierced through her partner with intensity of an x-ray that gaze alone would be enough to effectively stupefy weaker individuals. There was something feral to it, and for a moment, you'd be inclined to believe the short girl with porcelain-like skin sacrificed pure virgins to the devil out of boredom. Have you ever had your spine broken, Mike? I think that would be a proper response to trying to infringe a lady's privacy in such a crude manner. Ending her little speech her would have had just the right amount of impact, but her little pedantic heart just couldn't throw away the chance. Besides, she uttered, running her slender hand through her chocolate locks, your terminology is vastly incorrect. House of earthly delights traditionally refers to a brothel, not a strip club. That's like mistaking an excursion to the brewery for automatic permission to drink all their booze. Pointing out that they actually had a business meeting there so getting distracted by the rogue hormones would be rather damaging to their reputation was futile with Mike no power on this planet could interfere with his desire to get laid. Geez, thank you for the lesson, oh queen of strange parables, snorted the blond. Carolyn smiled, though if the warmth of the smile could be measured in numbers, it would be well below zero. She looked out of the car's window silently, drawing a line on the hoarfrost on the glass with her finger the grey streets were covered by the all-encompassing blanket of snow. The depressing concrete boxes some people liked to live in, the battered shops, the filthy pubs, everything seemed straight out of a fairytale with snow illuminating it like an icing on a giant cake. Uninvited and unwelcome, the memories nudged her subtly all of a sudden, she recalled the way the freeze had painted her cheeks with the cutest shade of pink, how stunning her love had looked with the snow tiara sitting on her hair, the occasional shiver she had produced when the cold bit her too hard... Or when she had touched her the right way, even though her mistress would never admit it. The true reason Carolyn felt uncomfortable going to the strip club wasn't her - ha, ha - strict moral code or disgust towards young girls displaying their bodies so indecently it just seemed inappropriate for her to drool over complete strangers when she was, in fact, taken. If Carolyn bothered to maintain a Facebook account, she'd definitely tick the column 'complicated' to describe the relationship - so complicated her sweetheart wasn't even aware of their affair at the moment - but that didn't mean she could cheat. Her kindred would no doubt view it as outright idiocy to cling to a mere human so much and she blamed mental deterioration sometimes as well, but letting go... simply wasn't an option in this case. Get a hold of yourself now's not the good time for nostalgia. You're not in a Danielle Steel novel. Business meeting, remember? Carolyn thought as the car's engine went silent and they stopped in front of a house with especially tasteful neon sign depicting a barely dressed woman. The term business meeting had a pretty specific meaning in their jargon while majority of the population would imagine serious looking guys in expensive suits debating over gains and losses, in Carolyn's line of work, it represented... Well, pretty much the same plus constant threat of catching a healthy dose of lead in the vital organs. Few bullets obviously couldn't ruin her day much, but it would surely blow her cover as even humans with their penchant for ignoring anything out of ordinary were sure to notice something suspicious about a girl with her head shattered to pieces refusing to die like any polite person. I know this is like banging my head against a brick wall, but Mike, pretty please, would you be so kind and pay attention to our... partners' new strategy and NOT to the local girls' attire? Or lack of thereof? Carolyn asked as they entered the club. She narrowed her nose the thousands of human scents mixing together with the tobacco, alcohol and strange perfumes were like an explosion to her overly delicate senses. At least her eyes were spared the pain for the shadows domineered this place... Shadows and smoke. Don't be jealous, sweetie you know you're the only woman of my life. Those girls are just eye-candy. The vampire suppressed the irresistible urge to wrap her fingers around her partners neck and push until the flesh gained a consistence of a puree. Really, now. What am I even accomplishing here? Join the mafia, they said. It will be fun, they said. Moreover, Mike continued, they're slacking off somewhere. Can you see them? 'Cause I can't. That was right the table in the corner they had reserved in advance was empty. Groaning in annoyance, Carolyn quickly scanned the room with her eyes in order to verify their clients weren't giving the girls an opportunity to make some money... And what she saw left her breathless. None other than her muse was wriggling around the pole the same striking beauty as all those centuries ago. Carolyn froze in place. Wave of astonishment washed over her as she watched her lean movements, properly wide-eyed, and her brain obediently sent out a dose of endorphins into her body. Uncomfortable questions like What the hell is she doing there? could wait for later what mattered was that she had finally found her. The audience surrounding her apparently appreciated her charm as well one drunkard in particular, for he couldn't keep his hands where they belonged. Despite the girl's obvious discomfort, he climbed the stage and rubbed himself against her sensitive skin, groping her breasts harshly. He would have probably thought twice about this act if he had known he had just pressed a certain vampire's berserk button. Two offenses managed to break through Carolyn's cold shell - hurting her love and claiming her possessions - and this fool had perpetrated both in once step. Red mist of anger clouded her ability to think clearly autopilot seized control of her body as she followed the bastard on the stage elegantly. Carolyn, what the hell? Mike blurted out, but the brunette couldn't hear him anymore. The first instinct was to bite the assaulter, to bury her fangs in his artery and suck him dry, but murdering all the witnesses would be just too time-consuming. She grabbed him by his longish hair and yanked backwards without a hint of mercy the hefty fellow staggered, immediately releasing his victim. Excuse me, she spat, You haven't actually subscribed to the courses of gentleman-ship I'm teaching, but I may just give you a taste of it for free. Lesson one don't you dare to lay your filthy hands on a lady until she allows it verbally. Understand?! The vampire decided to include a practical demonstration of what happens after violating that simple rule turning his head so he was forced to face her, she clenched her second hand into fist and punched him. His nose gave a satisfactory cracking sound and the man howled in pain. Unable to defend himself due to insane level of alcohol in his blood system, he could just stare in disbelief at the tiny girl beat the crap out of him. Kicking him from the stage, Carolyn took off her black jacket and threw it over her mistress' shoulders with apparent care. Are you alright?