angelkissez
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Lost in the deepest recesses of the Louisiana Bayous,miles away from the bustle of the French Quarter,sits a building. Propped up on wooden stilts above the waters and the gators,a building ransackled and appearing to be abandoned. Looks can be deceiving from the outside to a wandering eye,and those eyes this far into the swamps know this is more than it appears.Silent during the day,the snakes and other anmial life slither and move about unafraid,though come the fall of night that all changes.
People emerge from the mists hovering over the waters,pushing john boats slowly until they meet the ladder leading into the building,once inside the scene becomes one of depravity and lawlessness. that is until the owner steps in and then her word is the only law here. The law enforcers of the cities do not come this far out so what goes on here remains here. The voices begin to filter through the few rooms as bootleg booze is handed out. Men and some women begin to spar knowing that soon the fighting will be real and for money. Theowner allows any who wish to fight to do so,but none may bring trouble with them into the club.
Around 1 am the fighting begins,several men referee the matches handing out winnings and trying to ease the pain of defeat for the others. People call out their bets and others just watch as the doors at the side open and the two shadows fill the frame.The taller form moves forward into the light,several men move out of his way.he stands at well over 6'5 and his hair hangs to his mid back in a silver curtain. His ice blue eyes peering over the crowd. His body is toned not overly muscular as he crosses his arms over his chest and steps aside.
The smaller form enters and stops beside him,she stand alot shorter. her head just touching the top of his shoulder. her flaming red hair curls around her body past her hips as she also looks around them. Smiling to herself at the turnout tonight. Her own silver eyes turn to look up at her companion before she walks out in front of him. her figure small but lithe. Each step a powerful move. Those around them know this is the owner and her bodyguard.They move fluidly across the floor,some moving out of their way as they approach on of the bookies. the bodyguard leaning down to whisper to him as she looks around.
She is Sasha Bourcourt,owner of the Midnight Fight Club,also a walker of the night. Vampire if you will. Her bodyguard is Zephyr,trusted friend and confidant for over one hundred years. Friend and lover when she has noone else,a friend with benefits as some would say.Tonight there was something different in the air and she tilted her head trying to figure it out as Zeph approached her.
She turned her head and looked up at him,seeing the unease in his own eyes. "Something isn't right tonight...Something feels...off." She said in a low tone as her eyes locked with a tall raven haired woman across the room.The woman gave Sasha a sneer and cracked her neck as she pushed away from the wall and walked their way. Sasha tensed as she noticed the faint smell..the smell of death. This woman was also a vampire and an old one.Zeph tensed and Sasha touched his arm,he stepped back but didnt relax as the woman stopped in front of them.
"You don't look too tough,must not to have a lapdog following you around."the woman said with a forced laugh not looking away from Sasha,her unspoken challenge issued.
The crowd shifted,sensing another fight. Sasha didnt look away or blink as the woman drew back her arm and swung. Sasha waited until the last possible second and moved her head. The blow sliding past her head,ruffling her hair with its rush. the woman hissed and swung again,this time Sasha swung herself. Deflecting the woman's blow with her own,her fist connecting with the other woman's jaw. jerking the other woman's head back with a snap. The two women moved intot he center of the room,Sasha shrugged her leather jacket off and stood there in a white tank top,leather bike pants and biker boots. her fist held up and then she smiled.
The other woman growled and lunged at Sasha,her hands going for her throat. Sasha grunted as the hand locked around her throat,nails digging into her skin. Her blood ran around the other woman's nails before Sasha lifted her hand and twisted hard. the snap echoed around the room and the howl of pain that followed caused some men to cheer and others laugh. the woman went rabid and began to hiss and claw at her face,neck,anywhere she could get ahold of. Sasha had had enough and with a kick swipe of her foot,a swift twist of her arm the other woman was on the ground. Sasha planted her boot against her throat and pressed down hard. the other woman began to calw at her pressing foot and struggle. Sasha leaned forward,holding a hand up to stop Zeph. her words spoken only to the woman.
"I will forget this stupidity...this time. Come back here again and it wont be so pretty."Sasha sneered and then released her boot. Several of her workers came forward and drug the cussing woman out of the roomThey would make sure she got outside and away from the club. She felt the sting of the scratches along her skin,but ignored them as she turned to Zeph.
"She was a vampire,but not sure what point she was trying to make. Add a couple more guys around the outside."She said moving over to the makeshift bar and leaning over to lift a towel to her neck. The gouges were deep and would take awhile to heal,since she had yet to feed this night.
She felt Zeph behind her several minutes later and turned to give him a smile. Noone who came to the club knew they were vampires and now they would have to double the little security they had. Some secrets were better left that way...secret. She stopped and looked around the room,her eyes met the dark almost black eyes of a man across the room. He was taller than Zeph and his energy almost kncoked her breath out of her from even the distance. She couldnt tell much about his features except for his eyes by the play of the lights. his body was broad,muscular. She felt almost scared and then laughed to herself. Noone had scared her in a long time and now it would take alot to scare her. But somehow the man seemed familiar to her as if she knew him from somewhere or sometime.
((need a well written male to fill this role of the mystery man..he will also be vampire... someone she was involved with almost one hundred years earlier...someone she has blocked from her miind...either due to his own doing or someone elses..why he is here will be up to writer...but writer must be able to do either rough sex...to romantic love scenes...send me a PM and we will go from there after I read your opening bio. So do not post until i give the ok after PM)))
People emerge from the mists hovering over the waters,pushing john boats slowly until they meet the ladder leading into the building,once inside the scene becomes one of depravity and lawlessness. that is until the owner steps in and then her word is the only law here. The law enforcers of the cities do not come this far out so what goes on here remains here. The voices begin to filter through the few rooms as bootleg booze is handed out. Men and some women begin to spar knowing that soon the fighting will be real and for money. Theowner allows any who wish to fight to do so,but none may bring trouble with them into the club.
Around 1 am the fighting begins,several men referee the matches handing out winnings and trying to ease the pain of defeat for the others. People call out their bets and others just watch as the doors at the side open and the two shadows fill the frame.The taller form moves forward into the light,several men move out of his way.he stands at well over 6'5 and his hair hangs to his mid back in a silver curtain. His ice blue eyes peering over the crowd. His body is toned not overly muscular as he crosses his arms over his chest and steps aside.
The smaller form enters and stops beside him,she stand alot shorter. her head just touching the top of his shoulder. her flaming red hair curls around her body past her hips as she also looks around them. Smiling to herself at the turnout tonight. Her own silver eyes turn to look up at her companion before she walks out in front of him. her figure small but lithe. Each step a powerful move. Those around them know this is the owner and her bodyguard.They move fluidly across the floor,some moving out of their way as they approach on of the bookies. the bodyguard leaning down to whisper to him as she looks around.
She is Sasha Bourcourt,owner of the Midnight Fight Club,also a walker of the night. Vampire if you will. Her bodyguard is Zephyr,trusted friend and confidant for over one hundred years. Friend and lover when she has noone else,a friend with benefits as some would say.Tonight there was something different in the air and she tilted her head trying to figure it out as Zeph approached her.
She turned her head and looked up at him,seeing the unease in his own eyes. "Something isn't right tonight...Something feels...off." She said in a low tone as her eyes locked with a tall raven haired woman across the room.The woman gave Sasha a sneer and cracked her neck as she pushed away from the wall and walked their way. Sasha tensed as she noticed the faint smell..the smell of death. This woman was also a vampire and an old one.Zeph tensed and Sasha touched his arm,he stepped back but didnt relax as the woman stopped in front of them.
"You don't look too tough,must not to have a lapdog following you around."the woman said with a forced laugh not looking away from Sasha,her unspoken challenge issued.
The crowd shifted,sensing another fight. Sasha didnt look away or blink as the woman drew back her arm and swung. Sasha waited until the last possible second and moved her head. The blow sliding past her head,ruffling her hair with its rush. the woman hissed and swung again,this time Sasha swung herself. Deflecting the woman's blow with her own,her fist connecting with the other woman's jaw. jerking the other woman's head back with a snap. The two women moved intot he center of the room,Sasha shrugged her leather jacket off and stood there in a white tank top,leather bike pants and biker boots. her fist held up and then she smiled.
The other woman growled and lunged at Sasha,her hands going for her throat. Sasha grunted as the hand locked around her throat,nails digging into her skin. Her blood ran around the other woman's nails before Sasha lifted her hand and twisted hard. the snap echoed around the room and the howl of pain that followed caused some men to cheer and others laugh. the woman went rabid and began to hiss and claw at her face,neck,anywhere she could get ahold of. Sasha had had enough and with a kick swipe of her foot,a swift twist of her arm the other woman was on the ground. Sasha planted her boot against her throat and pressed down hard. the other woman began to calw at her pressing foot and struggle. Sasha leaned forward,holding a hand up to stop Zeph. her words spoken only to the woman.
"I will forget this stupidity...this time. Come back here again and it wont be so pretty."Sasha sneered and then released her boot. Several of her workers came forward and drug the cussing woman out of the roomThey would make sure she got outside and away from the club. She felt the sting of the scratches along her skin,but ignored them as she turned to Zeph.
"She was a vampire,but not sure what point she was trying to make. Add a couple more guys around the outside."She said moving over to the makeshift bar and leaning over to lift a towel to her neck. The gouges were deep and would take awhile to heal,since she had yet to feed this night.
She felt Zeph behind her several minutes later and turned to give him a smile. Noone who came to the club knew they were vampires and now they would have to double the little security they had. Some secrets were better left that way...secret. She stopped and looked around the room,her eyes met the dark almost black eyes of a man across the room. He was taller than Zeph and his energy almost kncoked her breath out of her from even the distance. She couldnt tell much about his features except for his eyes by the play of the lights. his body was broad,muscular. She felt almost scared and then laughed to herself. Noone had scared her in a long time and now it would take alot to scare her. But somehow the man seemed familiar to her as if she knew him from somewhere or sometime.
((need a well written male to fill this role of the mystery man..he will also be vampire... someone she was involved with almost one hundred years earlier...someone she has blocked from her miind...either due to his own doing or someone elses..why he is here will be up to writer...but writer must be able to do either rough sex...to romantic love scenes...send me a PM and we will go from there after I read your opening bio. So do not post until i give the ok after PM)))
