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Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

The aura of the club had certainly heated up in comparison to how it was an hour or two ago, this being a result of the alcohol and the way the music played. Anyone who wasn't drunk off their asses knew that this was the time you figured out who was in your range enough to be able to take home. Taking a short drink of her water once he answed her question, her eyes shifted toward him when he stated he had nowhere else to go, mentally wondering if she should feel the slightest bit of bad for him. Well, she did, not entirely because he was by himself, but because he didn't have anywhere else to go. Though once the small smirk of his fell onto his lips, Dulce let her brow raise just slightly when he involuntarily asked her to dance with him. Well, considering all she was probably going to do when she left the club was go home and take a shower, probably to fall asleep in her bed, she decided that maybe a dance with this strange man wouldn't be too bad. As long as he didn't pull anything stupid. Then again, they had security for that, moving out of the bar again, the female moved herself in front of him, taking his hand in one of hers and pulling him out of his seat, Come on then. Mentally taking note that his hand was freezing in comparison to hers, she knew it couldn't possibly be the result of his bear, considering his hand was dry. Dry and cold. What an oddly familiar feeling as she pulled him out onto the dance floor. listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

There had been nothing unintentional about his invitation, and as she moved to go back around to bar to his side, he couldn't help but allow his grin to grow. The plan had worked quite splendidly, and though such a thought might be seem to be malicious, his plan had just been, at this particular point in time, to get her close and get her onto the dance floor. The sense of familiarity he was feeling towards her bared a similar resemblance to the sensation she was feeling about his rather cold skin, though it had warmed a bit from his excessive emotional indulgences. But that thought didn't cross his mind as they made their way to the sea of bodies before them, and though she had been pulling him along at first, it wouldn't be long before he would shift towards the leading position, dodging and pushing some people out of the way until they came to a suitable location, cramped as it was. Turning around to face her, he would lean in a bit to whisper in her ear, amplified supernatural voice making the whisper as clear as crystal, So let us see how you manage on the dance floor with a partner. He said, as cold hands placed themselves on her hips and held her firmly, body and feet starting to move along to the beat quite fluidly.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Keeping in mind that his hands were oddly more cold than a normal person's were, she put that in her head along with the fact that he was oddly pale and the change of his eyes. Perhaps it was that twinge of something she felt, considering it was a lot more than her just having a conversation with him. No, there were more and more things building up toward something that only made sense for him to be. Her body moving when he moved in front of her to guide her through the masses of people into what she might as well have considered a corner, there wasn't an ounce of fear in her eyes as she looked up at him once he turned and leaned down to speak to her. Her eyes half lidded for a moment, Dulce glanced over his face once his hands gripped at her hips and pulled her body towards him, cocking a brow upwards at his comment. Her body moving within his grasp to the beat of the music, Dulce could feel her shirt rising just slightly, allowing his still cold hands to touch the warm skin of her hips, leaning forward just slightly. What are you? Her words came out as she raised her head slightly, eyes roaming over his face again as she spoke up to him.listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

He would take a few moments to mull over the depth of her question, but for the meantime he didn't stop their movements along to the beat of the music, allowing the two of them to blend in to their surroundings while this small conversation would probably start among the rabble. It appeared as if he was releasing a sigh, though she would feel no breath upon any of her skin while his fingers dug in a little bit to her hips as a reflex. Oh, how to word such a loaded question. He mused for a few moments as he looked deeply into her hazel optics as a sly grin passed over his lips. The predator of the night that has terrorized and immortalized the dreams and fantasies of the superstitious for over a century. And yet judging by your attitude and general lack of fear you might have figured this out already, leading me to believe that vampires such as myself have not been a fantasy at all for you. He decided to try and deduce as he pulled her closer to be able to whisper his erratic wordplay into her ear. He didn't seem overtly aggressive or particularly dedicated to bringing her in as prey, but he would have the fun of running his lips near her neck as he pulled away from her ear after whispering, just to try and give her nerves a small jump.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Perhaps it was the amount of expressions on his face, Dulce looking over his expressions as he silently released a sigh with no breath, awaiting his answer as she felt her body involuntarily moving closer to his again Thanks to the way he grabbed at her hips. She should have known he was going to start that off with something like that, though now as he returned her gaze, Dulce awaited his answer patiently, disregarding the grin that fell onto his lips. Her figure now pressed against him without much space between them, truth be told, she couldn't feel any space between them, however that was not at the top of her mind, closing her eyes for a moment when his lips graced over her neck. One of her hands sliding gracefully up the male's chest before moving against his jawline, Dulce's fingers slid into his hair and tugged lightly, moving his lips away from her neck, I'm sorry you're not at the top of my list of fantasies, She murmured, stating this fact plainly, the soft skin of her warm cheek settling against his now understandably cool one, I've got slayer blood. Her latter words being added more so for his sake rather than hers, it didn't mean she was going to kill him, although it was one of the situations she knew where it would probably need to be stated. listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

He wasn't easily moved away from her neck, but head would shift away eventually as he listened to her words, though his motions would make it clear that he wasn't particularly concerned despite the facts she had given him, as apparent by the fact his hands slid around to her lower back to successfully eliminate the distance that may have remained between the two of them. That would explain why your facial features look so familiar. Judging from your colouring, your frame, your facial features, you of Spanish descent. That would explain why I may have come across your ancestors, perhaps your father? He queried, wanting to get to the bottom of this small mystery for nothing more than his own amusement. And with a history such as that, I'm not too surprised then that I am don't top that list. But I suppose if we ignore the fact that I don't plan on attacking me, you'll find I'm really a lovely bloke. Exposing a bit of his mixed heritage as a result of his years living all over the world, he would unwillingly pull his cheek away from her warm flesh to look in her eyes once more, though he held his face but a few centimeters away from her own, noses quite close to touching among the twirling lights and the wave of bodies surrounding this small meeting.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

With that fact plainly stated and out of the way, there was a spark of wondering in curiosity why this vampire still bothered, his hands pulling her closer to him causing her to wonder all the more the exact same questions. He was evidently still interested, mentally taking note that he hadn't gone after one of the easier females within this club. Deciding not to wonder too much how she had picked at his interest, the comments he rendered now were generated back toward her family ancestry, Dulce decided to avoid one of the plain stated facts that a lot of Spanish girls looked the same. Not necessarily as far as their eyes went, although she very rarely came close to being compared to her father as far as looks went. However, he had gotten it right for the most part, or at least the closest slayer related to her, as it went on above her father. Probably. Looking over his face again, Dulce mentally took note of the sincere words he was attempting to say, her lips curled into a soft smile when he announced that he didn't plan on attacking her He was still a vampire. NO matter how he tossed it up, or found himself to be a 'lovely bloke'. Her fingers loosened their grip in his hair when his face drew near hers, her hazel eyes staring into his odd blue orbs, the female let her lips curl into another soft smile. Her figure turning within his grasp, her firm rear settled against him, leaning back gently before letting her hand return to where it was, We'll see, hm? listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

The devil was in the details, and the vampire eye saw more than any human could ever hope to perceive. Maybe it was in her presence, but though many spanish girls may indeed look the same, no one human was exactly like another, and no matter what part of your family your genetic code most resembled, you always held traces of each. It was in these minute details that he had picked out some familiarity with her family heritage, a small history that have never resulted in violence and destruction because unlike most of his ilk, he didn't make a point of making his small curse well known, or giving a hunter a good reason to hunt him. Maybe that was why he was here, dancing with the descendant of a series of vampire hunters, drinking deeply of the sensations around them, and finally becoming a more complete part of it...a raindrop absorbed into the ocean. With her back to him, and the lovely curve of her behind pressed into him, he would slide his hands back around to her hips, though it would only be a few moments before the tattooed digits passed over his slightly exposed mid-drift, following along the waistline of her jeans as he reveled in the sensation of her warm, soft skin below his own quasi dead flesh. He would bring his head to hover above her shoulder as he stayed close to her ear, not making a move to beyond this for the moment as he just took a short time to enjoy the sensation of her near to him, of them moving with the music, and of the people moving around them. I suppose we will miss, suppose we will. He replied quite simply, as head gave up its resistance, and brought his lips back to her neck to kiss the delicate skin.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Perhaps it was the fact that she evidently wasn't a slayer that kept him around her, that kept his hands on her body, making sure as they moved that she stayed as close to him as possible. Or maybe it was the fact that she was of slayer heritage and he found it something of a drive, however she knew that a good portion of it was more so of the chase Not that she minded because she couldn't say that she wasn't a fan of the chase herself. However, and although there was that deep twinkle of disliking anything close to the idea of vampires, Dulce found herself closing her eyes lightly, his cool fingertips leaving trails of his touch along her skin. Her hand releasing the soft locks of his black hair that her hand had gathered up when she pulled him away from her neck the first time, her fingers remained hidden in his hair however, tilting her head softly when he began speaking to her again. I figure you'll make sure of that. And with the both of them full of knowledge that he probably would, the female knew to the outside world, the both of them looked rather odd Only if you took the time to actually notice either of them among the mass of people on the dance floor, however, the clash of appearances was one of the first. Her tan skin bringing out the paleness of his, the lack there of piercings and tattoos on her skin only to be nearly blinded by all of his, these were the things that only the few people who noticed them took mind to. My name is Dulce, by the way, The woman with the name that literally translated to 'Sweet' in Spanish spoke again, her hazel eyes opening to a half lidded stance again.listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

The easiest explanation was usually the most correct. He kept the knowledge of her slayer heritage at the back of his mind because there was always the small possibility she would turn around again, and just kill him where he stood. But that was just a piece of knowledge, not a thought that guided his movements, his desire to keep a sensuous, fiery character like her dancing with him on the floor surrounded by an atmosphere of controlled chaos. He had always existed for the chase as a vampire and such a desire had almost led him to destruction of a few occasions, since he would abstain from feeding for days at a time as he hunted, playing games and doing his best to reach his personal goals. That is why he had learned this unique manner of feeding that caused his eyes to shift colours apparently at random, though they were far from. However, that was a story for another time, and the present was made for enjoyment. That was why even when she said her name he continued placing his lukewarm lips upon the delicate skin of her neck as his hands ran a little further up on her toned midsection, passing over her stomach as arms semi wrapped around her and held her firmly to him as hips rolled with the beat keeping her rear very close in proximity to his private areas. He would take a moment of pause however to give her his name as well, Nice to meet you Dulce, I'm Torales Vasquez, call me Tory. He would reply matter of factly before returning to her neck, and and along her jawline somewhat.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

Knowing that he hadn't originally known of her background, and if he had he probably wouldn't be as close as he was now, and knowing that if she had originally figured him as a vampire as the instincts in her had been toying at this entire time, Dulce knew she probably would've been out of here by now. She had no fear for vampires, it was just a matter of not wanting to deal with it. Being that her father had made himself a tad bit known among the vampire community, she absolutely loathed having it come back around to haunt her Vampires used to come after her as a child for that very reason. Though with this being said, he hadn't come after her with the intention of getting back at her father, or toying with her for that matter, and it was another thing pushed behind the stacks of things coming to her mind right now. Feeling the heat from her skin radiate against his hand in a natural effort to warm his hands, even as they rose from their original place at toying against the skin at her waist. Shaking her head softly with a smile when a silent part of her mind took note of him making sure that her rear made it's way to his groin each time her hips shifted to the music, her eyes still closed as he told her his name. Torales. She repeated softly, not to place it back to anyone, but to see how it sounded in her mouth, her accent emphasizing parts of his name. Mocking him in a slightly teasing manner, Dulce smiled softly again, Nice to meet you too, Tory. With introductions out of the way and his hand already half way up her shirt, generally, she would've cussed him out by now, however even with the small amount of alcohol she had taken in earlier, she felt oddly comfortable with him being as close as he was.listulistulistu
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

His lips curled into a small smirk against her skin as he could feel the calm within her, the sense that she wasn't getting ready to run, to fight, to not lose herself in the lovely sensations such a place could impart on someone, mortal or not. Though almost any vampire would claim to be 'different' from the countless other undead who had called the night their own, Tatcon's fascination with the human world and the sensations they caused in his nerves had made him respect the laws of man, and remain little more than a specter of the vampire aura. On most accounts people figured he was just pale and was use to being awake at nights, assuming of course they didn't take note of his lack of breath or his shifting irises as she had. But she had, and despite her history which he was unaware of, she had stayed to take part in a small maelstrom of little exotic delights that he always carried around with himself. It was his personality, his desire, what had become his essence of being to keep him sane as the centuries ticked by. As of now, he was still not bored. The pleasure is all mine. He would reply mischeviously as his hands sat still on her stomach for a short bit, feeling the muscles under her skin shift with her movements against him, both sensations being a delight to his nervous system. One hand would leave her midsection slowly though, sliding up to rub along her arm that held her hand in his hair, feeling her lovely flesh below oversensitive fingertips as his teeth gently took some of the skin on her neck between them. She would be able to sense this was not a hard bite, just a stimulus, a sharper sensation to a delicate part of the body.
Thread: not even under the city lights [ mintie and tatcon ]

The cool sensation of his fingertips running up the smooth skin of her arm causing her body to shiver softly, despite the constant heat they were surrounded by with the mass of people evacuating to the dance floor due to the choice of song that drove them to do so. Of course he knew just like she did that there wouldn't be enough calm within this club, or not enough for it to last them a long length of time Especially not when a certain person had noticed this scene from a while ago. Apparently she wasn't the only one to realize he was a vampire, but of course it wasn't the average human at the bar to realize something like that. Thick curls moved by his own accord to keep him at the perfect place of her neck, to this choice onlooker, this was just asking for a vampire to bite the life right out of her, and being that it was a true fact, Dulce knew more than this onlooker did. However, that didn't stop him from venturing through the people, resembling yet another dark shadow in the club for the night, disappearing among the group of people. The soft bite of his teeth against her neck causing Dulce to feel another bit of electricity to move through her body, eyes opening only once from their half lidded way before stopping on the slayer who had evidently been trying to keep 'this' incident from happening. Please. Did he see any blood being drawn? Though that didn't stop her from closing her eyes again and speaking softly, Competition. And it was around that point that her free hand was grasped and her figure pulled toward the slayer who was making his rounds of saving damsels in distress. Right . Feeling his cool hand slip away from her skin, along with the sensation of his teeth leaving her as well, there was no odd movement between the two people, however whatever Dulce said to him silenced him quickly, moving her figure away from him now before shifting through the crowds of people She was leaving now. listulistulistu
Thread: Alien

That was beautiful Bunny 3
Thread: Alien

It makes me laugh.
Thread: Captivity (butterfly0408/Liam45)

To be King was still a new and odd thing for Audric to experience. True, he had been King for the past year, after the elves had killed his father, but it still felt odd. Having a man kneel before you and tell you about a captive, and expect you to do something about it was a kingly duty. And one that Audric knew that he had to be up for the challenge. Yes, people did respect him. But only because of his title, not who he was. He still looked boyish, despite the jagged scar beneath his left eye that proved he was not, but instead a warrior. Or had been before his father died. He was barely 25 and the kingdom believed him to be unseasoned, despite how many times he had proved himself. Audric had once been the first man to step over onto enemy land, leading the Kings men into battle. This had stopped of course as soon as his father had died and he had been called to be King. However, Audric believed that this did count for something. He had saved many lives, risking his own many times as was proved by the many scars that adorned his torso as well. I am guessing the captain is a woman then? Audric asked dryly, amusement in his dark blue eyes as he rose from his chair. He motioned for the man to get up, pacing back and forth a bit. I will speak to her soon. However, I want you to spread the word that nobody is allowed to speak to her, touch her or so much as look at her. I do not want any problems like that on my hands. Now go, and let them know if they break what I have said they break the law of my word and I will deal with them myself he ordered, and the man scurried off. Audric left his study and moved quickly up the stairs to his bedroom, going straight to his wardrobe. He changed into simple clothes, a red tunic and black pants, which he then tucked into polished black boots. He buckled on his sword, and then grabbed a tunic and a cloak from his wardrobe. The tower was uncomfortable enough, and he was sure he woman was in her armor still. True, she was a prisoner, but Audric believed that women should be respected, even this elf woman. Soon he was at the tower, his eyes going to the two guards that stood there. Step aside he ordered and then men looked at him doubtfully. He didnt look very kinglike at the moment, in casual clothing and his chronic messy brown hair. Need I repeat myself? Audric asked, and the men scrambled to the side, one reaching out and opening the door for him. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him gently. His eyes took in the elf woman for a moment. Her clothing did show that she was a captain, but the way she held herself said it more. She looked proud. And beautiful he couldnt help but notice. These are for you he said, moving closer and holding out the clothes, waiting for her to take them.