Blood & Bullets

[Fanged_Death]

"I think, loves, this is my cue to leave. This has just gotten a whole lot odder than it needed to be."

Temperance rose and began to move towards the entrance to the elevator, her face echoing the words she had just spoken as Chance moved to intercept her.

"You must trust me Temperance"

It was all he could offer her at this moment, HE had after all brought her down here AND invited another of his breed to join in sharing her.

"Far be it for me to waste a cherished pet as travel food,"

Angelines dark humor crept through her words and yet Chance took no offense, the older an immortal became the more they saw things a different way, there was no insult in her words.

Only irony.

"Do you really think this little dear would cherish the gift of eternal youth?"

Chance now held both of Temperances wrists in his hands, his strength easily overpowering her as Angeline spoke the eternal question.

"There are few left in the "New World" that ever could my Lady"

He admitted as Temperance squirmed and hissed her disapproval and anger.

"You cherish your pet so much you want to keep her forever?"

"That is to be her choice Lady Angeline"

Chance spoke the words to Angeline though his eyes were on Temperance, willing her to listen to him and understand.

"She HAS a choice to make, this need NOT be a thing of PAIN and finality, rather it could be a union of pleasure and new LIFE, for all of us."

Chance turned his face to look at his lady guest as she calmly sipped her wine as only a vampyre of age could truly do.

"I trust once she makes that choice you will join us, Lady Angeline?"

 

[MorbidIce]

Having been half way to the elevator, it was a surprise to find that Chance was in her way.

"You must trust me Temperance."

She took a step back, eyeing him suspiciously as Angeline spoke. The more the old vampiress spoke, the more Temperance understood; there had been rumors of nightly demons within the town for quite some time, although it had always been passed off as crazy-people banter.

Unfortunately, Temperance didn't understand quite as much as she needed to in order to make that aforementioned choice.

Having glanced over at Angeline, it was a surprise to find both her wrists captured by Chance, an obligatory tug given with a sound of anger, trying to free herself. She continually tried to give herself space, to free herself, though it wasn't doing her much good.

"That is to be her choice Lady Angeline." Her gaze was on his as he said those words, her eyes narrowed, finally receptive to what he was saying.

"She HAS a choice to make, this need NOT be a thing of PAIN and finality, rather it could be a union of pleasure and new LIFE, for all of us."

"You let go of me right now Chance, what would Top think if he saw you manhandling me?" Did she trust him? He'd never let any of them go astray before, would he now? "Stop talking in riddles and tell me straight what's going on." It was a joke, right? She didn't actually have to choose between life and death?

Either way, she'd choose life -- temperance happened to like living, she had lots of fun doing it.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

The night wore interminably onward, the drunks got drunker, the card sharps got bored and left, and the few patrons that had work to do the next day slogged their way home to sleep it off before their shifts at the mine. Seamus MacLeary, known as "Top" to most of those that knew him, shuffled the last of the bleary-eyed dregs out the doors and locked up, turning the gaslights down low as he and the girls cleaned up in preparation for the next days work.

Glasses clinked, tittering laughter and conversation could be heard as the whores chatted softly while they swept up, and through it all came the curious thumping of the barkeep's wooden peg leg as he stumped his way through his labors. Occasionally, he would cast a glance at the girls, appreciating the curve of a hip or the swell of a bosom as they leaned across to wipe down a table, and these 'ladies' knew all too well that the muscular and mustached figure was as much a man as any or their customers. Feeling rather bold tonight, one of the girls, Stella by name, had been casting glances herself, flashing her blue eyes over his shiny bald head, thick arms, and perpetual scowl as if she were a hungry mutt and he were a T-Bone steak. Top wasn't a blind man, and in fact saw more than most gave him credit for. He had been tracking the sable-headed Stella most of the night, noting her hungry looks, and that the few customers she accepted tonight had been sure-fire quick affairs, almost like she wanted to make sure she was back here by closing... He hated to disappoint.

"Stella me girl," he said as she drew close during the cleaning "Why don't you and I find ourselves a decent bottle of whiskey and relax fer a bit, once were done here, a'course?" His slightly arched brow, as telling as any grin, was a sure invitation to the girl, and she smiled back pleasantly, nodding her consent before scurrying off to finish her work with a coy giggle, drawing knowing smiles from the other girls.

Thinking about Stella, however, reminded Top about one of the other girls, and the beefy bartender cast a dark eye up the steps, his thought turning to the bubbly and teasing Temperance once more, and he wondered, no, hoped that she was alright... If she died, if he had to bury that sweet body..., he might finally have to do something he knew he would regret.

 

[Elayne]

Angeline raised a thin eyebrow in darkly veiled amusement at his words. Giving a mortal a choice was an absurd charade, because mortals lacked the depth of understanding to truly grasph the consequences of their choices.

Still, Kindred were permitted to play their immortal games at their own wills, so Angeline simply smiled her slow smile.

"Oh, I imagine I shall participate most eagerly after the... Temperance... makes her... choice," Angeline murmured with a soft, throaty purr in the back of her throat, somewhere between a chuckle and a giggle.

Then she turned her eyes on Temperance, watching the other woman with a predator's hungry intensity as the morsel squirmed and backed away.

 

[Rufus the Mad]

(ooc: Das Bump!)

Her kisses smelled of the whiskey he had shared with her, and her skin was hot to the touch of his rough hand. Top had taken his selection of the girls on several occasions, but had never sampled sweet Stella before. Her lush curves were pleasing indeed, and she knew enough tricks to keep the evening interesting, to say the least.

Her dark hair was disheveled, and hung in waves and ringlets across her shoulders and face, her eyes were twinkling in the lamplight, and her hands danced across his flesh with a lust and craven need all their own. A touch, a caress, and he was ready again, she was that enticing. His hungry mouth saught hers, and again he tasted those sweet lips with their tinge of smoky whisky. His hands roamed down her form, cupping and caressing her heavy breasts, his fingers and thumbs twisting her berry-colored nipples ever so slightly, making her squirm and groan against his lips. Further, and he washed his strong caress across her taunt stomach, and let his fingers play over the crest of her hips. This was his favorite part of a woman, that fist gentle swell between waist and outer thigh, that tender flesh that seemed to fit his hand so perfectly...

He knew where she wanted his hands, knew, and denied it to her. Again he brought them up, grasping and clutching at her warm breasts, letting his fingers dig into the soft and pliant flesh even as his tongue darted forth to probe and tease her mouth. They ground their bodies against each other, maddeningly close in their nakedness, and he couldn't help but growl lightly in counterpoint to her continued moaning. He pressured her, teased her, played her body like an instument of his own design, and she reveled in the freedom he showed her.

Never before had she been able to enjoy herself, to simple be herself. With her customers, she was always the temptress, with the men in the bar, she was the sultry flirt. But here, here in the wide bed that the crippled old bartender kept in his room, she was simply a woman, and she found that she liked the sensation. She began playing, allowing her own hands to skitter across his body, touching, grasping, caressing... playing.

Flesh upon flesh, skin upon skin, they were animals in their own right. Human, feeling, thinking and caring, but animals none the less. Grunting and growling, amidst the rhythmic slapping of naked bodies, they drove each other beyond reason, and cluthed at the others encircling arms as they eased their way back down. Their eyes, met, their lips met one final time, and they smiled serenely as they lay cuddled gently against each other, basking in the warm glow that they had found.

Aye, Seamus liked it here at his adopted home... He liked it well enough indeed.

 

[Fanged_Death]

"You let go of me right now Chance, what would Top think if he saw you manhandling me?"


"Stop talking in riddles and tell me straight what's going on."

What would Top do IF he knew what kind of creature Chance and Elayne were?

Would he treat them as abominations and try to destroy them both as so many had tried and failed in the past?

"You are a virgin Temperance. And an object of blood lust for Angeline and I.

Angeline wishes to feed from you as do I, but I wish for you remain alive as my faithful "employee", as Angeline does not.

We WILL both feed from you, but whether you live after the experience or choose to die....is the choice you must now make."

 

[MorbidIce]

Temperance turned and glanced over her shoulder at Angeline, giving a not-so-friendly look as if to say 'what were you going to call me?'

Her gaze was returned to Chance, levelling on his face, the unfriendly look continuous for the moment. She was not a happy girl, nor was she pleased with Chance's tight grip on her. Never before had he manhandled her, why start now?

Her chin raised a notch, firey temper flashing in her eyes. "You would let a /strange/ woman, on a whim, have my life? If so Chance, then you have disappointed me."

She had always thought she could lean on the quiet card player in times of trouble.

Looked like Chance was going to be the cause of her troubles this night.

Would he treat them as abominations and try to destroy them both as so many had tried and failed in the past?

"You are a virgin Temperance. And an object of blood lust for Angeline and I." The blood had rushed to her face at this statement, her cheeks a rosy hue, although she kept her expression stony.

"I will live, Chance, as I have done despite best efforts to drag my spirit under. Not this, nor any thing else shall break me." The little mining town was known for breaking people of their will and hope.

She would not be one, by misdemeanor.

 

[Fanged_Death]

Chance felt the spite in Temperance's words and recognized the clumsy attempt at trying to dissuade him, his eyes turning to his guest Angeline.

"She does not grasp what I offer Angeline, she believes we will rape and kill her, her every move defies us."

Letting loose of Temperance's wrist he smiled and turned his attention back to her.

"Remove your clothing for us Temperance."

"In a pigs eye!"

Her retort was instant and vehement and yet Temperance didn't bolt, at least not yet........

"You just said you wouldn't rape me."

"I do not want to mark you where it will show. Nor ruin your good dress with blood stains, now remove it all for me Temperance."

Chance smiled again and then grew serious, his eyes turning hard and gray.

"Or I will hold you and let Angeline rip them off."

 

[Fanged_Death]

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