TieMeTightly
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(Okay so closed to one male to play the super old vampire who wanted to kill her when she was little but decided not to because obviously playing with a hunter is way more fun. Read ahead and PM me if you're interested. Want him to be super seductive but agressive as well -thus slamming her against walls, making it difficult to move away, etc. Read read read. She's 18, 5'2'', light brown hair, blue eyes, will go into more description later.)
She was good at her job, very good. It wasn't like she never had an old one to hunt down, but this time was different to the point where she was certain that she knew it, and he knew it.
He was older than most, and his speed was what frightened her. It had been years since she actually saw him face to face, and she was much younger then, perhaps only twelve. He was trying to decide if she was worth killing before she was old enough to know what he even was but for some reason decided against it.
It was since that night that she could almost feel him leering at her just beyond the boundaries of her house, though she wasn't certain if he could not get in unless invited or if he was just making him believe that there was some invisible boundary stopping him.
Tonight was no different than any other night, the chill in the air as she walked empty streets.
Humans disappeared all of the time and yet no one seemed to mind, but tonight was different for her at least - it was a night where she was able to actually have a drink or two,..let her guard down. Who knew it would be when he would show himself again?
Blue eyes scanned the club as she entered, having no trouble getting past the guard. She hung around the dead so much that she wasn't certain if any of them even realized what she was, she was certain that she had the scent of dead immortals on her no matter how much she scrubbed herself raw.
Of course it wasn't as though she wasn't prepared for a run-in with a vampire, there was always some sort of weapon strapped to her slender frame and tonight it was a stake strapped to her inner thigh.
The dance floor was crowded and she found herself weaving through a sea of males..and females, her eyes automatically attempting to figure out who was immortal and who was not. The issue now was that they had all fed by this point, and their body temperature was much warmer, nearly the same as humans..and impossible to figure out which was which.
When her hips did start to move, the thin black fabric of her dress swayed with it, and she lifted her hair with her fingers, her body practically crying out for human contact...contact which she received within moments.
The force of impact had her teetering on her ridiculously high heels though two hands steadied her, pulling her backward against him. He seemed to revel in the fact that he'd caught her so off guard, though with the amount of people surrounding them, what was to come shouldn't have surprised her.
His hand was the first to move, sliding from her hips to between her legs, her lips parting in protest to which she heard 'tsk tsk'ing in her ear, the squeak she managed falling silent as he squeezed her pussy through lace panties.
The music pounded in her ears, her eyes scanning the mass of people surrounding her seeing that nearly all of them were practically fucking on the dance floor, though another squeeze as he started pressing upward with his hand, the pressure causing her to spread her legs somewhat, fingers clutching at his wrist in an attempt to pull the devious thing from between her legs.
She could feel her heart pounding, cheeks flushed with colour as lips found her ear.
"You don't look twenty-one"
His fingertip ran along her covered slit, though the action caused her hips to buck slightly, back arching in an attempt to move away from him.
"I..I am.."
She didn't even know if he heard the words that she barely managed to breathe out, her legs trembling as he moved his hand albeit briefly, his fingers tracing over the stake.
"Liar.."
There was obvious amusement as he purred the word into her ear, her whimper lost as she attempted to re-steady herself, his hand instead moving to her breast, squeezing it hard enough for her to wince. She was eighteen, but had a rather incredible fake ID, and even if she hadn't, she didn't seem to have much difficulty getting drinks.
Her nipple hardened under the touch and she found herself squirming in an attempt to get away from him, quite literally stumbling forward into another couple who didn't seem to even notice.
When she turned, there was no one behind her, her eyes scanning the crowd cautiously as though attempting to figure out exactly what had happened.
With a muttered curse under her breath she made her way to the bar, a man promptly offering to buy her more shots than necessary, though she responded by drinking in thanks.
When a woman passed her a note saying that it was 'from the 'dreamy' man from earlier' she frowned, though the words 'back room' sent a chill down her spine.
Not happening.
She nearly scoffed as she downed another shot, the alcohol making her rather warm though in order to get it 'out of her system', she dragged one of the men at the bar to the dance floor.
He wasn't nearly as touchy as the previous but she also wasn't sober anymore and it was a good hour of a few more shots before she was the one who pulled him into one of the back rooms, though he slipped the doorman a 20 before entering, shutting the door behind them, muttering that he had to 'freshen up.'
She found herself pouting as he left the room for the small washroom, her eyes scanning the lack of furniture in the place instead leaning against the wall her drunken eyes incredibly unfocused.
It was a thud that drew her from her drunken stare at the ground, forcing herself to look up, walking cautiously in her heels to the slightly ajar bathroom door, pushing it open with her foot.
The youth that had been there a moment before was replaced with a corpse, his neck torn at the artery, blood pouring onto the floor - but she saw no one in the room.
"No no.."
Kneeling over the body she pressed her hand against the wound, smacking his cheek gently as though it would rouse him though his lifeless brown eyes were all that she managed to see, struggling to get up - blood on her knees and palms as she did so, stumbling out of the room and back into the dark bedroom, wiping her cheek and in the process managing to wipe blood across it.
Even here - someone found her, and the word 'hunter' seemed to find her in the dark room, though she quickly moved toward the door as best she could both due to drunkenness and the fact that she was in heels, her path interrupted as someone nearly appeared in front of her, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her against the wall, the sheer force causing her to groan, the knock to her her head stunning her for a moment, his body pressing up against hers, making it impossible for her to move toward the door.
She was good at her job, very good. It wasn't like she never had an old one to hunt down, but this time was different to the point where she was certain that she knew it, and he knew it.
He was older than most, and his speed was what frightened her. It had been years since she actually saw him face to face, and she was much younger then, perhaps only twelve. He was trying to decide if she was worth killing before she was old enough to know what he even was but for some reason decided against it.
It was since that night that she could almost feel him leering at her just beyond the boundaries of her house, though she wasn't certain if he could not get in unless invited or if he was just making him believe that there was some invisible boundary stopping him.
Tonight was no different than any other night, the chill in the air as she walked empty streets.
Humans disappeared all of the time and yet no one seemed to mind, but tonight was different for her at least - it was a night where she was able to actually have a drink or two,..let her guard down. Who knew it would be when he would show himself again?
Blue eyes scanned the club as she entered, having no trouble getting past the guard. She hung around the dead so much that she wasn't certain if any of them even realized what she was, she was certain that she had the scent of dead immortals on her no matter how much she scrubbed herself raw.
Of course it wasn't as though she wasn't prepared for a run-in with a vampire, there was always some sort of weapon strapped to her slender frame and tonight it was a stake strapped to her inner thigh.
The dance floor was crowded and she found herself weaving through a sea of males..and females, her eyes automatically attempting to figure out who was immortal and who was not. The issue now was that they had all fed by this point, and their body temperature was much warmer, nearly the same as humans..and impossible to figure out which was which.
When her hips did start to move, the thin black fabric of her dress swayed with it, and she lifted her hair with her fingers, her body practically crying out for human contact...contact which she received within moments.
The force of impact had her teetering on her ridiculously high heels though two hands steadied her, pulling her backward against him. He seemed to revel in the fact that he'd caught her so off guard, though with the amount of people surrounding them, what was to come shouldn't have surprised her.
His hand was the first to move, sliding from her hips to between her legs, her lips parting in protest to which she heard 'tsk tsk'ing in her ear, the squeak she managed falling silent as he squeezed her pussy through lace panties.
The music pounded in her ears, her eyes scanning the mass of people surrounding her seeing that nearly all of them were practically fucking on the dance floor, though another squeeze as he started pressing upward with his hand, the pressure causing her to spread her legs somewhat, fingers clutching at his wrist in an attempt to pull the devious thing from between her legs.
She could feel her heart pounding, cheeks flushed with colour as lips found her ear.
"You don't look twenty-one"
His fingertip ran along her covered slit, though the action caused her hips to buck slightly, back arching in an attempt to move away from him.
"I..I am.."
She didn't even know if he heard the words that she barely managed to breathe out, her legs trembling as he moved his hand albeit briefly, his fingers tracing over the stake.
"Liar.."
There was obvious amusement as he purred the word into her ear, her whimper lost as she attempted to re-steady herself, his hand instead moving to her breast, squeezing it hard enough for her to wince. She was eighteen, but had a rather incredible fake ID, and even if she hadn't, she didn't seem to have much difficulty getting drinks.
Her nipple hardened under the touch and she found herself squirming in an attempt to get away from him, quite literally stumbling forward into another couple who didn't seem to even notice.
When she turned, there was no one behind her, her eyes scanning the crowd cautiously as though attempting to figure out exactly what had happened.
With a muttered curse under her breath she made her way to the bar, a man promptly offering to buy her more shots than necessary, though she responded by drinking in thanks.
When a woman passed her a note saying that it was 'from the 'dreamy' man from earlier' she frowned, though the words 'back room' sent a chill down her spine.
Not happening.
She nearly scoffed as she downed another shot, the alcohol making her rather warm though in order to get it 'out of her system', she dragged one of the men at the bar to the dance floor.
He wasn't nearly as touchy as the previous but she also wasn't sober anymore and it was a good hour of a few more shots before she was the one who pulled him into one of the back rooms, though he slipped the doorman a 20 before entering, shutting the door behind them, muttering that he had to 'freshen up.'
She found herself pouting as he left the room for the small washroom, her eyes scanning the lack of furniture in the place instead leaning against the wall her drunken eyes incredibly unfocused.
It was a thud that drew her from her drunken stare at the ground, forcing herself to look up, walking cautiously in her heels to the slightly ajar bathroom door, pushing it open with her foot.
The youth that had been there a moment before was replaced with a corpse, his neck torn at the artery, blood pouring onto the floor - but she saw no one in the room.
"No no.."
Kneeling over the body she pressed her hand against the wound, smacking his cheek gently as though it would rouse him though his lifeless brown eyes were all that she managed to see, struggling to get up - blood on her knees and palms as she did so, stumbling out of the room and back into the dark bedroom, wiping her cheek and in the process managing to wipe blood across it.
Even here - someone found her, and the word 'hunter' seemed to find her in the dark room, though she quickly moved toward the door as best she could both due to drunkenness and the fact that she was in heels, her path interrupted as someone nearly appeared in front of her, grabbing her shoulders and slamming her against the wall, the sheer force causing her to groan, the knock to her her head stunning her for a moment, his body pressing up against hers, making it impossible for her to move toward the door.