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Thread: Club Blood Cherish((RULES on 1st page))

RE Club Blood Cherish She stopped the glare from reaching her face. She would give this woman anymore reason to hate her. She frowned when she mentioned her boss touching her in that way. She was quite content remaining innocent in that department. She wasn't a girl to throw it to whoever guy caught her fancy, and surely not her old fart of a boss. She stood in a way the screamed 'I don't care about this or you.' Fine the truth. I was sent here by Vinalli. And that guy has never touched, and will never touch me like that. I only smell that way because I'm his second in command at the moment. And as you probably already know, the guy has a girl with him almost all the time. She shifted her weight a bit between her feet, swaying her hips a bit unintentionally. And you were wrong about teh drugs this time. He only wanted to keep tabs on what you were doing. Like how you spent your evenings, what's happening in your club, and what sort of pills you sell on any given night. She told the truth. The complete truth. Her boss didn't want any smuggled drugs...yet. She twisted a length of blue hair around her finger. And I like the color...and Vinalli doesn't.
Thread: Club Blood Cherish((RULES on 1st page))

RE Club Blood Cherish i need your assassination skills. I give you a target you do it, come back done and i pat you...easy? he shifts in his seat.
Thread: Club Blood Cherish((RULES on 1st page))

RE Club Blood Cherish DJfoids said i need your assassination skills. I give you a target you do it, come back done and i pat you...easy? he shifts in his seat. Click to expand... Eriks' eyes stayed on the ladies as shows continued on. Who's the target and how messy does the job need to be? He asked as he downed another scotch.
Thread: Club Blood Cherish((RULES on 1st page))

RE Club Blood Cherish Hmmm, I'll keep that in mind. Duke liked the sound of that. She was insane, only wanting her more. He quietly laughs to himself as he plots for a way to get to Manine. Since he didn't know the owner, or the girl, he should be careful not to get killed. His actions will have to wait though, since he was still in the middle of talking to the girl. He couldn't just leave in the middle of a conversation. He was a killer, but he wasn't rude.
Thread: Club Blood Cherish((RULES on 1st page))

RE Club Blood Cherish Manine pressed her finger to her ear, hearing her surveillance man speak to her. Hey, loli at your twelve o'clock. Picking up a mutt.he said. Manine narrowed her eyes and nodded.Copy, on my way.Children weren't allowed in this club and when she said children, she meant either anyone under age, anyone with fake i.d's and anyone who causes trouble, whether they're old or young.She looked at Cherish then at the three grunts , nodding to them that she'll be right back and left the V.I.P section.Who ever this girl was, she was in big, major big trouble for even being in here.Then she was going to kick the bouncer's ass for letting the chick inside. Manine zig zagged in and out of the crowd, no one touching her, no one even looking at her.She adjusted her black barret, then stopped behind the girl and male who was talking to her.You have ten seconds to explain why a child like you is here.she said to the girl.Manine saw the plushie that was sitting on the counter, facing the girl and Manine's brow raised.Definitly under age.
Thread: Club Blood Cherish((RULES on 1st page))

RE Club Blood Cherish not a mess, a single sniping job... He slides an envelope with all the information on the target inside. ill meet you back here when your done...my number is in there as well, now time for some enjoyment... he gets up and hopes to be served from one of the ladies
Thread: Club Blood Cherish((RULES on 1st page))

RE Club Blood Cherish Ladies and gentleman.Demon's and demonesses.Tonight's show is about to begin.Please, put your hands or paws together and welcome out Huney Lilko also known as Sweet Charity. The crowd cheered and out came Huney aka Sweet Charity. She strutted down the stage, wearing nothing but a black silk bra, black thong and a maids apron in the front.She had a maids cap as well and a feather duster.Hello..everyone...she said, wrapping her leg around the center pole of the stage, rubbing herself up and down it. Everyone cheered, throwing money onto the stage.She licked her lips, and blew everyone kisses.Huney was Nymph and she lived for sex.Cousin to the succubus family basicly, though they didn't need cuum and sex to sustain their life or anything. Huney slipped off the apron, tossing it to the paying patrons.Shook her ass out to them and jumped, wrapping her legs around the pole and twirled around it.Come on..you want some more.She said, hearing eveyone cheer louder.She smiled, removing her bra, tossing it as well and fondled her breasts, pressing her back against the pole and slid down, legs opening for everyone's viewing pleasure.All she had to do was remove the small thong and everyone was sure to explode in bliss. Cherish smiled, clapping when one of her girls came out.Now that's a show.She said, cheering and whistling.Huney was one of the few girls that was always asked for.She made top money and lots of tips, both on stage and in a back room.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Terence was not a nice person. Then again, when one has lived through most of human history, one tends to become somewhat jaded. Terence was 'embraced' early in time of Gilgamesh, when Sumeria was the place to be and everything was incredible and things were very different. He was promised power, immortality, and beauty by a young woman. He got them. It wasn't fun, but he got them. And he regretted it. With his powers came a slew of problems, cheif among them a group of people calling themselves The Vigil. Werewolves, Vampires, Demons, Automata... most of them nearly wiped clean from the face of the earth since they began their little club some two or three hundred years ago. The rain. He hated the rain. It drenched his long black hair, and he had to blink constantly to keep it from stinging his bale blue eyes. He looked over his shoulder as he moved onto the grass. His long legs slipped on the rain-slicked vegetation, and he fell on his ass and kept going, through a ground floor window and into a basement, where he fell on his face, power ripped from his body like a limb. He groaned and passed out quietly. He wore only a pair of black slacks, the rest either lost in the chase or not worn when it began. he has small cuts on his body from the glass, but they bled slowly. His body was like a swimmer's, lithe and slightly muscular, and he was tall.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana had been in a light sleep when she heard a crash come from one of the rooms in the house, most likely the basement. Sitting up she looked around her room wondering what the noise had been, 'Could someone be breaking in?' she thought with a frown before lightly getting out of bed and flicking on the light. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the clock and she let out a low grumble as she saw the time. Who would come out at this time of the night? Esepcially since her house wasn't near a lot of other people. Walking over to her closet she grabbed a metal bat and began to head down the stairs quietly flicking on the light of the hallway. Hello? she called before heading for the basement door and turning on the lights before starting to walk down to where she thought the noise might have come from. To her surprise she saw a man lying on the floor and saw bits of shattered window around him, 'What the hell?' she thought before walking closer to him. It was clear that he had been outside for a while because he was soaking wet, but she wondered why he only had on a pair of pants. Seeing the cuts on him she winced a little wondering if invading her house had been on accident, or his attempt had just failed.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

He blinked awake, blearily. His power was broken. He had none of his abilities, running into a mental wall when he tried. All except one. He rose to his posterior, sitting heavily on the floor. Trust me. he said quietly, letting power flow into his words. He was certain of this power, at least. He'd have to use it to get back on his feet. I need your help. May I stay here for some time? he asked, rising, stretching. Yes, she was excellent. Young and beautiful. With innocence in her eyes. Drop the bat. b
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana was still confused to as why this man was in her basement, all of the sudden he began to stir and she raised the bat up and began to stir. Suddenly he told her to trust him, staring into his eyes she felt safe and then nodded, You can stay as long as you want, she said with a nod before dropping the bat. It was a strange feeling, there were really no words to explain it, all she knew was that there was something different about him and that he would be staying with her and she could trust him.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Outfit?? He walked up the stairs past her. That's a good girl. he said quietly, kissing the side of her neck. My, but it's hot these days... he added, offhandedly. What's your name, beautiful?
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Surprisingly Alana didn't feel uncomfortable whatsoever in her baby blue tank top that was pushed up to her belly button showing off the bottom of her very toned stomach, or in the matching boy shorts that barely covered up her firm butt. The girl was a runner and her body proved it well. Oh, i'll make sure that you're kept cool, she said with a small smile while she was trying to keep her composure. My name is Alana, she said quietly looking up to the man in front of her.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Terence. You have a wonderful name, Alana. I think though, you had best go to bed before we discuss things. Do you like to sleep naked? Maybe you should get ready here and now?
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana nodded and smiled, Thank you, she said not being able to take her eyes off of him. Alana hadn't really before but now that she thought about it she figured it would be pleasent. That sounds like a good idea, she said before beginning to take off her tank top and the rest of her clothes. Because she ran Alana didn't have the largest breasts but they were still a nice size and perky.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

He smiled, kissing her neck. Run along to bed, now. he murmured. We'll talk more in the morning. his hands slid down her sides, over her bare bottom, breifly, and then he slipped away from her. He found a room without windows, a study, and sat down within, smiling as he plotted. Terence wasn't like most vampires. He was old enough now, and had harnessed enough power, towalk in the sun for extended periods of time. He and Alana would have... a lot of fun tomorrow.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana nodded and hurried to her room and climbed in bed, it wasn't long before she had drifted off ito sleep. None of this had been like Alana, she was usualy aggressive and cold towards men, but some how one had recently managed to catch her interest and they had been going out for a couple of months now.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Terence prowled the house as she slept, looking for anything useful or handy. finding little, he waited for her to awaken, ready for her with a nice, hot breakfast. Good morning, Alana. he murmured, putting the plate on the table beside her. How are you today?
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana woke to the smell of food and saw Terence standing in her room, at first she was confused and then she remembered the night before, well kind of. I.. I'm good, she said biting her lip and then looking over at the food.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Go on. It's not like I poisoned it or anything. You can still trust me , Alana. he said, cursing himself. He'd almost forgotten, most of the edge of his ability was erased by the dawn. Some form of the suggestion remained, and could be built upon, but he had to be careful, he reminded himself. Why don't you go ahead and get dressed for the day?We need to do some shopping if I'm going to stay.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana nodded before picking up the food and beginning to eat it slowly, Yes we can go shopping as soon as I'm done, she said before deciding that she was finished. Throwing off the blankets she got up not caring that she was still naked, heading to her closet she started to pick out an outfit.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Terence watched her with a smile. She was excellent for his plan. Attractive in some ways to both sexes. And even if he didn't manage to gather anyone, well, there was always her. He could hardly help himself, even now. Patience, Terence. Patience. he told himself, as he stepped forward and kissed her neck. I'll be waiting downstairs. he said quietly, walking back towards the front door.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana shivered at the kiss on her neck and then nodded, Okay, she said before dressing in a casual dress and boots. Running a brush through her hair she decided to keep it down, grabbing her sun glasses and her purse she headed down stairs. Ready? she asked.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

You look excellent, my dear. he said, kissing her cheek. Let's get going. he opened the doorand stepped out with her, feeling everything come back at once. All his power, all his grace, surged back into him. It's good to be back. he thought, as he took the girl's hand and let her lead. You know... that looks pretty tight around the neck. You alright with that?
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana looked down and then nodded, Yeah, I think you're right, she said before reaching down and unbuttoning it far enough so that the top of her breast were showing, That's better, she said with a smile before heading to her car.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Nice car. he said as they slipped inside. Tinted windows, too. No one can see inside. he smiled as he buckled himself in. I bet ho one could tell what you're doing in here... he looked around. There's almost no wind today, why not go without the panties ? he asked. It might feel better.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Thank you, Alana said as she slipped inside and turned it on, I guess you're right, she said as she looked around. Looking down she nodded, Yeah! There was barely any wind out anyways, she said before reaching down and removing her thong. You have the best ideas, she said with a grin before putting on her sun glasses, Where to? she asked.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

I'm sure you know all the best places, m'dear. he said as he stretched. Ooh, why not the bra, too? A little risk and daring never hurt anyone, eh? he asked. This was such fun! It'd been ages since he last pulled stunts like this. He could hardly contain himself! he chuckled as he looked out the window.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Alana was about to pull out the drive way but then paused, Everyone could use a risk in life, she said before adjusting and then sliding out of her bra and throwing it in the back seat. The mall should work, she said before starting to head in that direction.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Excellent. he said quietly, smiling at her. In truth, he'd checked the weather. It was going to be quite windy today. A part of him wanted to see the wind simply pull her dress off, but that wasn't quite as fun. Actually, I have an idea. he said as they pulled into the parking lot. You could use some new underwear, so let's shop for you first, hm?
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

If that's what you want, Alana said as she parked in the parking lot. Getting out of the car a burst of wind flew by and she had to hold on to her dress. But that didn't make her think twice about putting her under close back on.
Thread: Bleeding Heart (Hat+Love)

Well, looks like I was wrong. Oh well! he laughed. You don't really need to hold it down. he told her, Most of the time that's just over-reacting. he kissed her cheek again, taking her hand. Such a clear day!
Thread: Calm Before the Storm

A young man thumbed the safety on his rifle and grasped the foregrip. He curled slowly around the wall, his trigger finger twitching in anticipation. His eyes were busy, flicking from the reticule and stopping on every door all the way down the narrow hallway. This had been a military outpost at one point, but it had been bombed into oblivion. There was almost nothing left of it above ground. Below ground, the base had been stormed by foot soldiers, the walls perforated by bullet holes. He had arrived via the south side and sneaked into the bowels of the airbase via a crumbled wall, probably the same that had been used as the blitz's entry point. He was desperately low on ammunition and bandages. He crept slowly, flicking his flashlight and barrel into every room. It was a determined search. He knew there was ammo somewhere, and damned be all if he didn't find it. Hours later, he surfaced, drenched in sweat, on the other end of the airbase. Nothing. The biggest waste of time he'd put up with to date, not a shard of ammo, not a vapor of reward. His efforts had been for naught. His name was Allan Illie Moss, ex-employee of one of the biggest drug distributors on the continent. He had trained and fought in a multitude of skirmishes. Well armed and well paid, life had been good. But everything had ended when the bombings began. War had taken its toll on the land and on its people. It had become a struggle only to survive. Moss pulled out a joint. It was dry and thin, ingredients were very hard to come by nowadays. He put the sliver of paper to his lips and... dropped it. He looked straight ahead. A crumbled wall, isolated. A red line painted on the ground, indications of an execution wall. But his eyes were trained on something else. Was that? He stood and started towards the debris, gaining pace until he was outright sprinting. He fell to his knees the moment he arrived, digging away at the rubble. He looked at her face. She looked young, no way was she military. No open wounds but she was bruised fairly badly. He pressed a finger to her neck and stared in disbelief. There was a pulse. He set her down and stood up quickly. This was... this was something else. A survivor. It had been days since he had last seen any trace of life. Moss scanned the horizon. The sun was hot, but there was a breeze from the sea to the east. A few clouds on the horizon. He knelt again, and pulled the girl's arm over his neck, then lifted her onto his back. If he was to have any chance of making up for all his wrongdoings, this would be it. Moss set the girl down gently on the floor of the room. He had brought her back down into the base. She would be safe here until he returned. Medical supplies and fresh water were now a priority. Throwing the strap of his rifle over his head, Moss flicked on the flashlight. There was one more section of the base that he hadn't tried yet, but he was doubtful of its potential. It wasn't long before he returned. Fortune had been kind to him. He'd found a busted up medkit in what he assumed had once been the cafeteria kitchen. Moss made his way back to the room, and scanned it with his flashlight...
Thread: Calm Before the Storm

Sorry it's a little short, next post will be better. The woman's body didn't stir as she was lifted and carried down to the lower level of the base and layed back down. Her clothes were riddled with eight holes, though her skin showed no signs of gun shot wounds. There were, however, curious scars corresponding with the holes. The bruises from the wall falling on top of her all but fading by the time he returned. Her eyes snapped open as the flashlight went over her body, jumping back behind a counter, illiciting a sharp gasp of pain from her. She clutched at her stomach, shivering slightly, her mouth and throat were dry. Her mind tried to focus... but everything was a blur. W-who are you. She attempted to sound firm, but her voice came out as a rasping cough. Who... am I for that matter... She thought silently ot herself. She took a quick stock of herself and her surroundings, none of which was pleasant. She as dressed in a plain white shirt and orange baggy pants, the shirt was perforated with holes. The room around her was completely bare other than the single counter. She couldn't think of anything else. And then there was the person with the flash light to deal with...
Thread: Calm Before the Storm

Moss put his hands in the air, Whoa, whoa. It's fine, I found you covered in rubble and brought you down here so I could patch you up. He opened the medkit and tossed the bandages over the counter. See? I'm not going to hurt you. He backed away slowly and looked into the medkit. Rubbing alcohol, medical tape, sterile wipes, two syringes, a tiny vial of adrenaline and a canister of burn ointment. Moss looked back towards the low counter, Will you let me patch you up, or would you rather do it yourself? He put the gun on the floor, the flashlight projecting a shadow onto the wall behind the counter. If you'd like, he explained, My name is Moss.
Thread: Calm Before the Storm

She twitched slightly at the sound of his voice. Rubble? That would explain the now faint bruise marks and the pain shooting through her body. She watched the the bandages fly over the counter next to her. She lifted her shirt for a moment and looked at her body, there didn't seem to be any injuries now, just scars... There were two holes in the shirt that revelaed part of her breasts. She took the shirt off completely, setting it down to the side as she wrapped the bandage around her chest, putting the shirt back on before hesitantly standing back up. She reached into her pockets to see if anything was there, finding only a nametag reading Honard and strange pins. She stood up completely, looking over at him, her eyes immediately going to his gun. Not sure if it is my name, but there's a tag in my pocket... She said, tossing it to him. She stretched out, wincing slightly again. She licked the inside of her mouth and her lips, trying to get moisture. Right now... I just need some water and maybe some pain killers if it's there... She murmurred as she grabbed her elbows, her arms held against her stomach.
Thread: Calm Before the Storm

Moss shook his head. As far as water goes, here's my flask. But I'm afraid you'll have to deal with the pain until it subsides naturally. Seeing as you can stand, I'm going to assume you're okay for now. He tossed the stout brown container to her feet, and picked up his gun, gazing momentarily at the name tag. Take what you like, but that's all there is. I've been looking for a source of water for a few days, so please be conservative about what you drink. Now let's go. I have the suspicion we might have visitors if we stay too long. As if on cue, Moss felt a low rumble. It subsided slowly, until a sudden explosion rocked him off of his feet. Fuck, they're bombing again. Follow me, and don't fall behind. As of right now, you need Debris began falling from the ceiling, dust and small bits of concrete bouncing as it hit the ground. He quickened his pace, retracing his steps back towards where he had found her. A bomb struck nearby, and he tripped up, his foot slipping in an awkward position. He struggled quickly back onto his feet, using his gun as a crutch. There was no time to worry about injury right now. He hoped she was still following him, and he took to the stairs nearby. Emerging into the sunlight, Moss was greeted with half a dozen pillars of black smoke. Flames raged at their feet, the closest not even fifty meters away. Moss shook his head. They needed to be gone twenty minutes ago. His ankle swollen, he turned back to the door. Honard , he called, We're in some trouble. I need you up here, pronto!