Thread: The Ambition of Possession (Giver of Sin and Z.G.)

Tonight Ray's girlfriend was bringing him more Crypt. In dating Rose one could not say that his intentions were entirely honorable. As a matter of fact, much the opposite was true. He knew, believed, deep within his heart that the animal people were less than human, truly and utterly beneath him. So it had been a bit of a surprise when he initially started dating the foxgirl, Rose, though that had been more of a pretense for anything else. She dealt Crypt and seemed to like him enough to give him enough free product to keep him in his habit. A good meal ticket. Maybe at first it had been something different than that. Maybe Ray had been curious about the beautiful woman and her pierced ear, the thick, fluffy tail that marked her out. Impossible to hide. It was only later he found out she was selling Crypt directly for the Yakuza and that was why she made such a killing on the stuff. Orangish red buds that made you stay up all night, made your dick hard, made your senses sharp, made you on the ball and ready to go, inured to pain and ready for pleasure. Ray was generally of the opinion that Rose was more into him for his body than his mind. Though it went without saying within the first five minutes of meeting Ray he was a little arrogant. He had reason enough to be. Ray stepped out of the shower and posed before the full length mirror, watching water shed from his body. The washboard abs, the pecs he had spent years working on, the carefully sculpted arms and the smooth, firm curve of his rear. Not to mention the pendulous member swaying between his thighs, ready and willing to go once that fox girl arrived. He put a hand through the short strands of black hair atop his head, sapphire eyes blinking. After he toweled down the muscular man loped to his bedroom and dug around in his dresser, removing a glass pipe and a hot lighter. The front door was unlocked for Rose to come through--she knew not to knock. Either the door was locked and he wanted to be alone or the door was unlocked and he wanted company. It was as simple as that with Ray. He slipped into black boxers with gray pin stripes before he stuffed the bowl of his pipe with Crypt. He had not been smoking as much recently, he'd been a little light, so he'd picked some up earlier. By some, he meant a good two hundred dollars worth. The fellow glanced at his cell phone--she was late. May as well start the party without her. Half an hour had passed and Ray was starting to get a little... Fuzzy. His heart was hammering between his ears, his drool was coming out of his mouth in little ropes of thick spittle hanging down off his chin, his hands were shaking, his ears were red and his vision felt like it came from the bottom of a well. Then the shaking started, the violent shaking, the glass pipe shattered against the floor as he slipped to the ground. Glass shards ground into his palms, marking the carpet with blood, the Crypt escaping his lungs in lazy circles of purple smoke. It was then a second force felt a horrible, agonizing pain in a place new to it. A sort of pumping, throbbing at a steady one-two beat. Aching teeth. Bleary eyes. A very sharp pain in its hands. This was new. Or. Not new. No. Just not very recent. Raguel opened his eyes, Ray's eyes, irises flashing yellow. He stood up and looked around the small apartment, the stucco walls, the luxury goods jammed into a cheap living space. The low level of upkeep. The spiders in the corners. The lack of maintenance. The areas where dust had contrasted against clean spots--things were missing. Raguel riffled through the memories of his host and understood. Paw-n shawp, he murmured, Paw-n shop. Pawn shop. There. That sounded right. He glanced down at his hand and glared at it for a moment, forcing glass out of his new body and making the wound heel. Blood trickled as the wound closed but it did not pulse as it should of. The beating in his chest was at best haphazard and weak, half-assed and without true conviction. As if he stopped paying attention it would stop working. The demon's ears perked up as he noticed the door creaking open, mostly naked, standing in his boxers with shattered glass and fresh blood around his feet.