Thread: Very Bad People [Feral + miles]

After the initial wariness, once Bri got the young woman near enough to the car, Rand was no longer nervous about being caught or seen. It was like a switch had been flicked inside him, fear draining from his body as his lover lured the prize within their grasp, adrenaline and a cold calm taking it's place. He had to admit that he was moderately impressed by Bri's ability to lure the prey into the car and her efficiency with snapping the trap shut, but he expected nothing less of her. Driving away from the still empty and stupidly placid street, Rand giggled under his breath and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it as he made his way out of the ignorant neighborhood. Seriously, it was like stealing candy from a fucking baby. Pathetic. Looking in the rearview mirror, Rand watched as the suburb community dwindled in the distance, eventually letting his gaze fall to Bri. There'd been a small struggle back there and he had to admit... the way the woman manhandled their chosen victim, using what strength she had and her speed to disable the red head... it kind of turned him on. His attention was on the road but his focus was on her now as she bound the young woman and a strange feeling entered his chest to see the look of determination on her face. Up to this point, Bri had always been moderately involved, her job being to act as bait and then to capture the prey while he got to enjoy the spoils. Control was something he liked to keep a firm handle on, so he always made her stay with him while he worked, never once considering that she should become a part of the drama he was acting out. In fact, he blamed her for him needing to do this in the first place. If she'd been better at satisfying him, then he wouldn't need to search elsewhere for fulfillment. A smirk danced on his lips as he considered that falsehood, amusement filling him to remember using that line on her to get her to go along with this in the first place. Glancing away from her, he looked at himself in the mirror, staring straight into steel gray eyes, shadowed by menacing and expressive eyebrows. If Rand had to describe himself, he'd say he was a dark haired Adonis. Not a plastic beauty like a Brad Pitt or anything but more rugged and dangerous. His skin was a healthy tan from being out in the sun and his nose was straight and angular, fitting his features with an even balance. A shadow of facial hair almost always covered his chin and cheeks, due to his sporadic dedication to shaving, and his chin was pointed, his face, like the rest of him, reflecting a slender strength. His smile, although charming, was less than perfect, the teeth on both the bottom and top rows right in the front of his mouth seeming to overlap eachother haphazardly, jostling for space in his mouth. Other than that minor crookedness, they were kept clean, and he was actually rather fond of them, giving his smile the appearance of fangs if one didn't look too closely. When Bri rejoined him in the front, his eye caught sight of the blood on her arm. Reaching over, with cigarette dangling between his lips, he grabbed her wrist and lifted her arm to get a better look as the scratch. Seeing even the small amount of blood on her skin got a jolt to run through him, just like it did every time he painted her body in new bruises or cuts. But he kept his face a mask of indifference, shoving her hand away with an annoyed click of his tongue, not looking at her as he muttered, Idiot. There was absolutely no reason for the name-calling in this moment except that he had the impulse to degrade her. With the way she'd acted so high and mighty and irritated when they quickly went over the plan again before the grab, he had the urge to knock her down to the ground again where she fucking belonged. Despite the arousal he felt at seeing her wounded, he still wanted her to remember who was truly the star of the evening and who would be getting all of the attention. Not her, of course. Eventually their drive took them out of town and the girl roused while they were on the highway, en route to the nest where they engaged in these horrific activities. Her soft sobs and gentle cries made Rand glance back at where she lay on the backseat, laying on her side with her skirt lifted up to bare creamy knees. Invigorated by her helpless noise, he sped up, weaving through traffic in a desire to get there and tear her clothes and skin off. Luckily, when it was time for their exit, he remained unaccosted by the law despite the reckless driving and speeds he'd been pushing. Honestly, it was like he was invincible. Nobody could touch him and he'd never be held accountable for what he did. Driving a few more miles down forest bordered roads, he turned down a secluded driveway. Making his way to the end and parking in front of a cabin, he got out of the junky 1989 Honda Civic Sedan and looked around. At least a mile of woods blocked them from sight of the road they'd turned off of and there were no neighbors to speak of anywhere nearby. The cabin was old and ratty, a leftover from when he was a kid and his parents wanted to get away for vacations and shit. Turned out his home life wasn't as pretty or blessed as Bri's but it was old news and he preferred not to dwell on it now. It was just lucky for him that his parents actually left him with something useful, if not love or an actual safe and comforting environment to grow up in. Bring her inside, he ordered his lover as she too got out of the car and he mounted the porch to go unlock the cabin door. Like all cabins, this one was in disrepair due to neglect, but it served their purposes just fine. It wasn't like anyone was supposed to actually live here, and another ironic smirk twisted his lips at the thought as he shoved the door open. Standing there, he waited and watched her to make sure the girl didn't give Bri any trouble. Not that he expected Bri to be unable to handle it but it wouldn't surprise him if she were overwhelmed and he would be forced to chase the girl down and drag her ass inside himself.