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Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

Fuck... Disappointment. It spread through her like a disease. It coated her tone, and her expression...trickled down her entire body, until she was closing her legs right back up, as if ashamed at how willingly she had opened herself up to his extraordinary talents. His words made her fidget, and she sat up, staring towards him with furrowed brows and a scrunched nose. Really? He had worked her up to that point, to just...pull away? Biting into her bottom lip, holding back the sharp retorts she wanted to shoot at him, she gently tucked back a strand of her pale hair, her chest heaving with the remaining excitement that had plagued her moments ago. If anything, she was a bit...confused. He looked almost bored, simply sitting there, taunting her with that laugh, his tone...and of course, those looks. Keeping her head tipped downwards for a moment, she tugged her legs up against her chest, as if trying to...cover herself, almost. What? Had she not moaned properly? Arched her hips enough? Rosemary was already treading waters she hadn't explored for years, and the last thing she needed to feel, was self-doubt in a moment like this. Vulnerable, nude, and horribly unsatisfied, she sat there, the epitome of a very confused, hopeless young woman. No longer, did she give off that silent, deadly repose. But rather, she was completely stripped down until her nerves were exposed. No protection, or purpose. She was just...Rosemary, right there, before his very eyes. An image not many would ever see... Finally, after another moment of silence, she shifted, a delicate hand reaching for her discarded garments. She would admit it. She was embarrassed, because even if he was still fully clothed...well, given that he had just been working her into a frenzy, it was considerably difficult for her to simply...fall from that high. Her body didn't work that way, especially when it was given a taste of something it had craved for what felt like centuries.
Thread: Salvation: Baptism by Fire & Silver!

When he noticed her reaching for her clothes, the soldier chuckled, shaking his head. His hand quickly caught hers and once again, she was pulled into an embrace. His arms were looped gently around her waist, holding her close to him, sharing their body heat. His blood was still running hot, but it didn't show. Oh, don't get all huffy. Listen, I know this may be a little strange for you. It's new to me too, but you just gotta follow your instinct. A sniper's gut is almost never wrong, so follow your gut Rose. With a grin he nipped at her neck, teasing her again, grinding slowly against her in an attempt to bring the heat up again. I didn't mean for you to just drop it. The last thing I'd want to do is piss off the girl who has my back. His smile turned from taunting to endearing. It held warmth. And that warmth was soon passed from his lips to hers. Hell, it added heat. And once again, there was friction down south, except this time, due to the sudden lack of pleasure, it seemed to feel even better. Just follow your gut. His lips kissed and teased her neck, his hands returning to her breasts. This heat was ungodly, the passion flowing through the both of them like an electrical current. And they were linked together too, sharing the same buzz, feeling the energy vibrate throughout them. After spending so many years dry and untouched, this was like heaven. For a second, he actually thought he'd died, but then the lust he was feeling was all too Earthly to be allowed in heaven, and nothing that felt this good could be allowed in Hell.
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Thread: UtW Profiles

Under the Weather UtW OOC Mihael Kaiden - Seventeen - Loner played by Amarena Mihael doesn't like you. She doesn't like anyone, for that matter, so don't feel special. The only person she likes is her twin brother, Mikkel, and even that relationship is somewhat estranged. She likes to draw, and absolutely hates when people pronounce her name incorrectly. It's Mee-hell, get it right. Erica Hanson - Eighteen - Nerd played by Jaqueline Shy and timid, Erica likes to keep to herself. Her interests are centered around anime and manga, which she is often reading by herself with the book on her legs, trying to hide exactly what it is she is reading. Her hobby embarrasses her to no end. Caitlyn Roscoe - Seventeen - Prep played by Kalliope All Caitlyn cares about in this world is herself. Get the girl talking and all you will hear are details about her life and her future prospects. Not to say Caitlyn is boring, in fact she's outgoing and bubbly but she will always look down her nose at those around her.
Thread: Bloodthirsty

It was a warm Friday night and Will had been sitting outside with his mom for a while before going inside. He absolutely loved the outdoors, the wind in his hair, the sun warming his skin and creating a golden ring around his pupils. His blonde hair reflected the light of the sun and sometimes gave him the appearance of a halo, creating angles in his face that made some want to photograph him and have him model.It didn't seem like a bad idea to him, and he had even started working out some, creating muscle and toning his body to that of some of his team mates. He played baseball during the spring though he knew he wasn't good enough to go further than high school, which is why he had turned to modeling. The air seemed stale and stuffy indoors, hurrying up to his room and opening all the windows, breathing in the air and smiling. He undressed to take a shower, rinsing his body off and running shampoo through his golden locks and washing his body. He checked his phone when he got out, having connected it to the charger to let it charge since it had died at school. Six messages from her , wondering where he was at and why he wasn't texting her back. His girlfriend. Never would she ever have thought that he wasn't into her at all . She just thought they were taking it slow, and she loved that he wasn't into her because he wanted sex. Will's mom knew. But what mother doesn't know when their child is gay at a young age? Often, they know before the child themselves even know. Will didn't know that though, and his mother was always supportive of his girlfriend, knowing that sex would never come out of it, it didn't worry her. His father had died when he was young, he had been in the military and had gotten hurt on duty. He had died in the hospital and he had never seen him again. He sent her a quick text, explaining that his phone had been dead and that he was going to bed early because he wasn't feeling well. He was just tired, tired of lying to everyone, including himself, and tired of all the pressure, falling asleep wearing only his boxers.
Thread: Bloodthirsty

Long, deep breaths left his parted lips, a hand near resting above his head on the pillow. He had finally entered that deep, dreamless sleep, not for one second thinking that he might be in danger or that someone might even be in his house. Nothing ever happened in his area, everyone was on the same level and everyone just got along so well, besides minor disputes, that no one even worried about it. The thought of a human was far-fetched enough, the hint at something supernatural would simply make him laugh, refusing to listen to them. He let out a soft groan as he was picked up, wanting to lay back down and sleep. He started moving, whining softly, feeling the restraint and freaking out. Will's eyes flew open and saw the man in the suit, looking confused as he struggled, his mouth opening and biting down as hard as he could on the hand in his mouth. What the hell was going on? Who were these people and why were they doing this to him? His immediate feelings were anger and fear, though he didn't think that the others were planning on killing him, at least not yet. Am I being robbed? he wondered, looking at the other. He brought his head forward as far as it could go and brought it back as hard as he could to break the others nose. The men didn't have guns pointed at him and he took that as a sign they were confident and he wasn't going to let them near his mom.
Thread: Bloodthirsty

Istillo chuckled heartily, liking the boy's spirit. He had some fire for such a small creature. The boy had tried to bite at the gloved hand that smothered his mouth, and when that didn't work he leaned forward, snapping his head back into the guard's face. Ouch. Istillo looked on, entertained. It didn't faze his man, who only tightened his grip on the boy, but it may have hurt the boy. Cracking his head back into a body hard as stone couldn't have been fun for the little blonde. He watched the guard's grip tighten slowly, but waved his hand when it looked like the kid's flesh would be bruised. Just make sure he cannot speak. The guard's hands were only there to make sure the boy didn't run or call attention to himself, not to hurt him. He had explicit orders about that. Istillo didn't want to deal with having to explain cracked ribs or a fractured jaw when he brought the boy back. The man's hands stopped their slow crushing, falling still. Shhhh the man smirked, almost bored. Captive's eyes always started off with anger and, of course, confusion... but always ended in dread. He stepped into the light, allowing the boy's furious eyes to wander over him. His unnaturally pale skin. Russet eyes. Do you know what we are? He said slowly, his voice husking through the small room as his gaze traveled over the boy's exposed flesh. He smiled for the boy's benefit- the ends of his fangs growing slightly. White and needle sharp. The attention was drawn to the second retainer as the bottle of liquid was opened, the sweet stench of it's fumes slowly leaking out in to the air. Istillo frowned. He never did like the smell of chloroform. Dark red eyes returned to the boy's bright blue, Your life is over. He said it bluntly, gesturing at the assistant to step towards the boy. You are the property of the clan. Behave and you might see tomorrow... He chuckled, as if it were a joke. But this one is special... That was why he himself was here. To make sure this special one was brought back untarnished. Untouched. Istillo watched as the bottle was held under the boy's nose, the hand on his mouth giving him no way to draw in clean air. He was small... Pretty. He gave the runt maybe two, three days at most. If he was lucky. As the kid's eyes rolled back into his skull, Istillo's gaze flicked to something that buzzed. A cell phone. He slipped the device in his pocket, and then shrugged off his jacket. The guard held the boy's limp form up to him, Istillo wrapping the body with ease, and then carrying him silently through the house and out the front door. They left no trace. Will had... Simply disappeared. The door was closed for him, the guards shortly getting into the front seats. The engine purred to life, the car pulling away from the boy's former home. Istillo looked down at the unconscious boy in his arms, trailing one finger experimentally across a brow and down his soft cheek. The human was cute. And warm. Blood pulsing strongly beneath his taut skin. His eyes returned to gaze out the window. It would be a long drive.
Thread: Bloodthirsty

A sharp pain exploded in the back of his head and color flourished in his eyes from the pain of the others face not giving an inch. A soft whimper of pain was muffled as he was squeezed, glad the other stopped, his head still throbbing. His eyes started at the feet of the other, thinking he wore old man shoes and would have found him a better pair to wear had they not been in this situation. Youre a freak he replied, in his mind. Why were they toying with him? It was clear they had the manpower to overtake him, they didn't need to do all this. His eyes widened, catching onto the dark red eyes and his extremely pointed canines. Fear finally overtook the other emotions and he started talking himself into the belief he was in a dream. The startling blue eyes moved to the man advancing on him, smelling that it wasn't something good and his head told him that he shouldn't be breathing it in. Will had taken a deep breath, trying to jerk away but was unable, trying to pretend to pass out so they would take it away, but eventually his body's need won and he had to breathe in the chemical deeply, the last thing he saw and the image burned into his mind was the almost glowing red eyes of the male standing over him, his entire body going limp. Being put under was numbing. Will thought of nothing and no one, though his O neg blood coursed through his veins. He had gone every time he was able to donate blood, especially being the universal donor, it made him feel great. His last thought had been one of complete dread as he realized he wasn't going to remain safe and sound in his bed, the remnant of a buzz from his cell phone setting off his nerve endings. He must have managed to not inhale as much as the chloroform as they had hoped, because he woke up and was still in the car. Will stirred, moving his hand up to his head as he moaned from a headache rocking through his skull. He clutched the jacket, pulling it tighter around him as he shivered, noticing the movement of his bed, his eyes opening and seeing the red eyed man. He pushed away from him, his senses and movements delayed because of the drug, trying to get away from him but even if at the top of his game, he would have no chance against a vampires abilities, and being stoned made it more of a joke for the other than a fight.
Thread: Bloodthirsty

The rustling was loud in the dead silence of the car. A red eye met his immediately in the rear-view mirror, but Istillo simply shook his head. His bored gaze dropped to watch as the boy in his arms shifted, slowly waking from his involuntary slumber. The moan that rang from soft lips rushed over him like a wave, bringing with it the moist sent of the boy's breath. Living breath. He breathed him in, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Pitiful creature. The boy's slender fingers grasped his jacket closer to his bare skin, eyes opening groggily. Hahah... In his panic, the boy fought to push himself out of Istillo's lap. The vampire watched, amused. What an interesting human. Normally they would be frozen in fear. Like deer, ready for slaughter. Not this one. For a minute, he watched the futile pushing against his chest and arms, and the fight of fingers that tried to bite into unyielding pale skin. With a sigh, he caught the boy's flailing arms and gathered them in his hand, then wrapped them tightly beneath his jacket. He sat the bundled boy up sideways in his lap, one arm secured around the boy's swaddled upper body. Turn the heater on. He ordered, noting the boy's shivering form. Of course. Humans had a heating problem... He knew he had forgotten something. It was good the kid hadn't died in his sleep, as Isillo's own body offered him no extra warmth. Trees rushed past outside the tinted windows. They were well out of any civilization, deep into the border's forest. He turned his head from the hostage to check the road. The car used no headlights. None were needed for their kind. A sliver of moon cast its light onto the foliage as they sped silently by, the road here curiously well taken care of for a old, unused route to the boarder. Are you rested? The man smirked, looking down at the boy. He brushed a strand of blonde hair out of clear blue eyes, still damp from the boy's shower. We are almost there.
Thread: Bloodthirsty

The anger and fear that shot through him from waking up in this situation stunned him. He was normally a very calm person who never got worked up about anything but he supposed that being kidnapped could make your emotions a little bit stronger. It was so easy for the other to restrain him, though he fought him until he spoke. It was like a calm wave washing over him, captivating him to the point he was frozen. It was so calm, unlike what he thought a captor would be, and he was asking for the heater to be turned on. It was only then that he realized that he was freezing, especially being pushed up against the creature who had no warmth, practically sucking the heat out of him. The only thing he could see outside was a very dark landscape. The moon gave his eyes barely enough light to see the shape of the outside world, looking forward, trying to see ahead but seeing nothing without the headlights shining we're going to crash he muttered, his mouth suddenly dry. Hearing the male who was obviously in charge speak again made a frown come to his face you're kidnapping me and you want to know if I'm rested? Hell, you could have left me in my fucking bed and I'd be plenty rested! What do you want, just take me back home he said angrily, adrenaline taking over his speech. In any normal circumstance he'd be silent, and his own words surprised him, trying to pull away from the other when he touched him. His finger was icy on his skin, accompanying the words he had dreaded to hear. As long as he was in the car he was alive, and okay. Once he was taken out of the car was when he'd have to fight for his life, something he didn't particularly look forward to. The class of his captors was more than a little surprising though, on the shows he had watched they always looked dirty, old, and they all looked like pedophiles. This man, and his 'henchmen' looked nice, in expensive clothing and car. The last words sounded like a small child's on his lips, scaring himself with his fearfulness where are we going?
Thread: Bloodthirsty

The quirk came back to his lips. Oh, fire. How nice. Not many of the special ones he was assigned to ever had the nerve to speak up... and so impolite. Istillo ignored the mortal's cruder words, letting his eyes rake over the boy's face. He could smell his fear. His confusion. It permeated the warming air. It was a rhetorical question. The bronze haired man smiled slightly down at his charge, watching him flinch away from his touch. It is not what I want, William. He said, detached tone lending the boy no comfort, I am not at liberty to say. It will be determined once we arrive. His eyes flicked up to check the analog time on the car's console. They would be early. Perfect. He hated when things got... tied up. He didn't look back down at the boy, his lips setting into a hard line. Home, was all he said, before the car turned off the pavement, jostling slightly as they drove into the woods, ferns brushing along the side of the car as the driver sped along the faint path. The estate came into view fifteen minutes later, the men within the car silently watching it draw closer. The car slowed from 80 to 60, and finally pulled to a stop in front of the wrought-iron gates. There was a pause, and Isillo sighed impatiently. Then the gates opened. A winding path took them through the grounds a vast expanse of well-manicured gardens and meticulous landscaping, stables and the guard's training grounds... the guarded servants quarters. The car pulled up onto cobbled stone before the large, yawning doors of the mansion at the top of the hill. Bathed in a glow from the lanterns that stood sentinel at the base of it's wide stone steps. The soft yellow light of it's interior beckoning. Istillo's gaze fell to the boy's, holding it, Behave. He warned. Come, we need to get you clothed before you freeze. He released the boy, gesturing to his men, who made another phone call. Opening the door, he stepped out into the night wind, then turned, offering a hand to the boy. Istillo smirked down at the trembling figure, tone sardonic, Or do you need me to carry you?
Thread: Bloodthirsty

Will frowned at the other, not liking his tone about having asked a rhetorical question. His mouth opened slightly, wondering how the hell the other knew his name. His eyes moved from the male and out the window, moving and looking out the window when they reached the iron gates. His mind wasn't even on trying to escape, more interested in where they were and who had the money to afford something that looked like this. It was all so beautiful, he couldn't take his eyes off of it, even though it was a little bit hard for him to see, it was still gorgeous. He figured it would be useless to try to escape, and the tone of the other when telling him to behave he didn't feel like making this man angry at him. The male put his arms through the sleeves of the jacket, pulling it tighter on his frame. He was smaller than the other male, thankfully, so the jacket covered him fairly well. Emotions were running through his brain, fear, confusion, and anger, all while looking up at the man who had taken him captive and was treating him fairly well for a captive. He frowned, stepping out of the car. He didn't want to be carried, he wanted to show that he had some life left in him and he wasn't completely terrified of his situation. He wrapped his arms tightly around his body and followed the male, keeping his mouth shut and looking down. His legs were freezing and his feet were even worse when he stepped outside with the temperature dropping significantly at night. N.n.n.n.n.n.o.o.o.o.o.o he muttered, his teeth starting to chatter, looking up at him and wishing that the other would carry him anyways with his feet hurting and feeling frozen to the ground itself.