CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Apr 7, 2021 18:47:24 GMT
Consciousness came back with a start. The sudden thud of his heart that felt like a sledge hammer blow to his chest. Awareness rushing in in that split second between beats. Muscles strained, his body stiff, constrained.
Chris kept his head down, eyes shut. His heart gave another of those heavy beats, not racing. He’d been too well trained for that. You didn’t let the things that were bound to take you eventually smell your fear, didn’t let them know your heart wanted to race or that you were even aware that danger hung heavy enough in the air for you to smell the reek of it yourself even without the bonus of heightened senses.
He drew in a deep breath, slow, even, as though he was still unconscious. Not even the sweep of his eyes beneath closed lids to reveal that he was thinking. Remembering.
The club had been crowded when he’d arrived, as full on a Tuesday night as it had been every weekend he’d stopped in here. An older guy just cruising for a drink, not even looking for company, although occasionally another male or female was there with him. Heads close at the bar as they’d spoken, voices low beneath the powerful thud of music in the air that had the revellers writhing in delight on the dance floor. Seemingly immune to the fumes of desire and alcohol in the air. Just talking, parting ways eventually. One maybe lingering after for an extra drink before they headed out.
Eyes might have searched the crowd visible on the other side of the square bar, looking for trouble among those crowds. Fixing on those picked out as something other in those crowds of humans, wheels spinning behind them as mental notes were made. This town wasn’t just home to a heavy population of supernaturals, it had a problem with them. The number of bodies found around this town and the stacks of missing persons cases were proof of that.
Chris swallowed, the skin around his eyes tightening for just a moment as he recalled doing just that last night. A meeting with one of his people, a discussion about a woman who’d come here to party the week before and had been found in a parking lot on the outskirts of town afterwards. Fang marks at her neck, the body drained of blood. Forbes had called it animal predation after death from natural causes but anybody who’d seen that body had read between the lines. They knew it had been a vampire and his people were checking into it. Protecting those who could not protect themselves. Saunders had melted into that crowd after two drinks, leaving him to … the extra space in back.
The den.
He had gone in, signing the indemnification at the door. They were not held responsible for what happened in the inner sanctum. Any injuries or even death occurring within not the fault of management. He’d known better than to take it lightly but once he’d been inside it had been obvious what was happening there. He’d stayed, making small talk with the bartender, eyes on those dancing, those watching, those indulging. Another drink had been slipped across the bar … Chris remembered sipping. Then.
The frown didn’t crease his brow, not until he felt the weight settle at his hips. The warmth of a body against his own. Soft curves, a scent lingering. Unmistakably female.
Chris lifted his head finally, blue eyes focusing to fix on the eyes of the woman who settled herself on top of him, pinning him as effectively as the ropes that bit tight at wrist and ankle. ”I would have asked if you were going to buy me dinner first but this doesn’t look like the sort of place where you’d want to eat.” Not food anyway. Resisting the urge to try and draw back from her Chris studied her instead. That was the problem now, so many things here could hide in plain sight, flying under the radar until they took things too far. She could’ve been a vampire, the cold, pale flesh disguised by food and drink, not even having to worry about the giveaway of a daylight ring down here, not where the sun didn’t get to shine.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 158
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Dec 1, 2024 21:46:01 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Apr 17, 2021 3:37:18 GMT
 ━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
If she rescued them, it was only to consume them in some way or other later on. This one, though… she’d sensed a lingering sadness. It didn’t spark sympathy, only interest━a curiosity of how long it’d been since he’d laid with a woman. Abstinence made humans sad, didn’t it? In Hannya’s experience, the answer was always a resounding yes. The buildup he could’ve been feeling, and then the amazing release sure to arrive… well, Hannya wanted to be a part of that.
She watched from her platform as the two men attempted to be subtle. Whispering to one another and glancing at the human, then ordering a drink for him. Hannya surveyed the scene, dancing as she did, She did her job while her mind was at the bar with them. With him.
They slipped something in it, and Hannya didn’t make a move to stop them. She enjoyed watching other beings indulge in the darkest, most sinful actions they could━plus, they were doing the dirty work for her.
She didn’t abandon her post until they were carting the man off to one of the VIP rooms in the back. Nobody batted an eye━he’d signed the waiver; he was done for. Whether they were vampires or singling him out specifically didn’t matter to Hannya, either. Nothing did except achieving her end goal.
One heel landed on the floor, and then the other, a hand darting out to gently slide across one of the spectators’ jaws, giving him a light touch in passing. Something to repay her early leave, she supposed━another dancer was taking Hannya’s place within moments, though. He wouldn’t be left alone.
Not like the human that’d been stolen away from his drink; who was surely alone despite the group that crowded into the room with him. Hannya slinked in through the door after them, watching as they tossed his limpening body onto the red lounge chair and discussed their plan.
“I’m thinkin’ he won’t be too happy ‘bout this, boys,” She interrupted their discussion, side-stepping from the entryway. Her heels were off, leaving those impossibly white stockings to touch the bare floor, fastened by clips to the dark blue garter belt secured around the smallest part of her waist. The lace set matched in colour and style, revealing just about every piece of skin it attempted to cover.
Clearly, they thought she was just another human dancer, crowding around Hannya as though they could intimidate her into leaving. There was a large, calloused hand raising and cupping her waist, drawing her in. She played along for the moment━well, until she was grabbing his wrist and snapping it backwards. Hannya made quick work of the rest of them; one stiletto forced into an eye, fire and telekinesis used to get rid of the bodies and keep her outfit free of blood. As long as they were outside the door and absent from the little sanctuary she wanted to create, then Hannya was satisfied.
Finally, after a little too much effort than she would’ve liked, Hannya was alone with the human. While he was still out, she carefully searched him, hands wandering over his body. The demon stripped him of all but one gun, the one at his back, finding them a little too… fast for her taste. She left the knives, though━Hannya loved those. He’d come prepared for a human. Obviously, he knew what he was getting into, not just wandering into the club and signing away his life as if it meant nothing. Was he suicidal? That would go hand in hand with the sadness she could sense, but he seemed to be ready for a fight. Hannya supposed she’d just have to ask when he woke up━if they ever got around to talking.
The guns were set on the table by the now-closed (and locked) door, the same place where she’d scooped up the restraints. It was soft rope, meant to be gentle on the skin, but not easy to free yourself from. Hannya didn’t tie him as tightly as she could’ve, though, and that was on purpose━just as she’d bound his wrists at his lower back for easy access to the pistol she’d left behind.
With her little pet tied up and ready for play, all she needed was for him to wake up. Hannya straddled his lap, settling there. Again, her touch was gentle, something not typical for Hannya━and probably wouldn’t be used for much longer. Fingertips traced up his chest, to his neck and the rough hair on his jaw. He was a pretty specimen, the human ageing doing him well. Others had saggy skin and faces that weren’t inviting whatsoever, but he wasn’t so bad. A worthy meatsuit━if she ever chose to step into a man again. Hannya didn’t like them so much; the jealousy between men often born of testosterone and competition, not usually of a sexual nature, which was all she was interested in.
Finally, as her hands fell from his hair to his chest again, his eyes opened, revealing a colour that made him even more appealing. Truly a prize example━for a human, anyway.
A cackle came in response to his words, reaching around her own body to grip at his knees. Hannya leaned back to put herself on display, blonde hair draping down like a platinum waterfall. “Ya sure you don’t wanna eat at all?” She asked, plump, candy-coated lips drawing up into a smirk. She wiggled slowly, languid, pressing and shifting just a bit more into the human.
“Who wants t’go through all that bullshit anyway? Can’t we have fun without learnin’ everythin’ about each other?” Hannya was leaning forward again, arms slithering around his shoulders, nose brushing his own at her proximity. “Like… why you, a human, came wanderin’ into this place with a whole artillery on ya… only to be taken down by a spiked drink? Were you lookin’ for trouble, or are ya just not the sharpest tool in the shed?” She was condescending, knew he couldn’t be if he’d come packed to the nine’s. Hannya was trying to draw a reaction out of him, to see what exactly made this one tick━and find where she could begin to peel at his wrapping.
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
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Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Sept 28, 2024 17:39:30 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Jun 19, 2021 19:34:48 GMT
Hunting was a dangerous game. Not just the things that would turn on you when you hunted them into a corner but the people who were meant to be hunting alongside of you. Alliances shifted, the rules they were all supposed to abide by ending up little more than suggestions or lines to step over.
Not his own kind this time. Chris’ eyelids fluttered as he tried to piece together the moments before he’d come to here, feeling the bite of restraints on bare skin, knowing he wasn’t alone in the room, even if he hadn’t opened his eyes to locate who had him. The meeting with one of his people had been over. He’d been at the bar, eyes sweeping the crowd looking for some sign of what might have happened to the woman a week before. Following her footsteps he’d retreated, heading back to the Blood Den and … that was where it had stopped … with a drink … with leaving himself wide open to them .. to her.
There was no mistaking the difference in feel as she’d settled on his lip. Men had a different solidity, a way of moving that left no doubt who you were dealing with. This wasn’t a slab of muscle settling on him but heat and soft curves instead. Pressing him down into the chair, radiating through his clothing as he’d ‘come to’ and opened his eyes to fix on her. Hands tied behind his back Chris couldn’t get himself free of her or that intimate touch.
Chris drew in slowly breaths as her hands stopped that slow trail over his skin and settled at his chest. She used him as a platform to pose on, her hips shifting as she leaned back to brace herself on his knees. He stayed still in the seat, not stiffening at her touch, those husky blue eyes just fixed on her as she bowed back. Blonde hair cascaded down her back, a cackle rolling out of her as he found his voice. She wouldn’t have been the only thing to try and use seduction against a hunter. If it had been Gerard she’d tried this on he would’ve cut her down for it in an instant.
Shifting, he felt the blades still on him, wedged into crevices in his clothing, pressing against his skin in all of those familiar places but the weight of everything else was gone, except for the gun in the front of his waistband. She’d stripped him of it all, he presumed, what was left there for some effect. Not disappointing her Christ was already rolling his wrists gently, fingers tingling faintly but working their way under his belt. ”Why?” he asked, in a low drawl, his eyes narrowing faintly with humour as he lifted his chin. ”Is this a dinner date after all? Tie me up, feed me, feed back?” The place had been filled with vampires, until he learned otherwise, he wouldn’t put that past her either. A slice of the blade across some of that exposed skin would confirm it all in an instant. If she was going to continue to play whatever her game was.
The pressure of her hips on his shifted subtly, a slow roll in that had his body responding on automatic pilot even if that voice in his head that held an edge of Gerard’s training tried to talk him down. Those blue eyes ticked up to meet her hazel ones as she slithered in, his teeth flashing. ”You’re right, talk’s overrated, especially when it looks like time’s gonna be short.” Chris’ voice was a low rumble, almost a vibration in his chest that echoed the light scritch of the small blade against the ropes holding him. Hands free, he’d be able to use the blades on her. ”You’re making assumptions.” Chris pressed his lips to the line of her jaw, dragging his teeth over her skin, up towards her ear. ”That I didn’t know the viper pit I was walking into, or that I was really taken down by it. What happened? You wanted to have a little fun without all that getting to know you getting in the way? Or is this just your game when you want to feed?” He nipped harder then, drawing back with a smile on his mouth. That blade was still working away, threads of the rope parting slowly from the tightly wound strands that snared his wrists.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 158
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Dec 1, 2024 21:46:01 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Jul 12, 2021 15:32:45 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
As she showed off tonight’s specials, Hannya had a gleam of entertainment on her face, as if this really were dinner and a show. And it was, for her, at least. A human bound with rope, caught in a trap like an animal, backed into a corner━though he had tools for escape. He was good at this, subtle, and Hannya didn’t bother to watch his arms for any small movements. She trusted he was working himself free.
“I guess you’ll just haveta find out,” Hannya purred, thought one bit of that stuck in her mind━feed back? It was a poor innuendo for a man, and though he was caught in a compromising position, he didn’t seem to be struggling for the right words.
She crowded into him finally, fingertips finding his hair and tracing lazy, slow circles on his scalp. Tongue slipping out, the tip of it brushed over the centre of his lips while he spoke, her other hand darting back to latch onto his jaw. “Short?” Hannya smirked, and then feigned a pout, “But I wanted t’stare into those baby blues all night, sweetcheeks.”
She released him by the time his lips and teeth traced the soft skin of her jaw, a gentle sigh escaping her. “So you’re trynna tell me... you came here for fun? Or that you were really gonna take down all those boys on your own?” Her last question was more of an amused pondering, giddy at the thought of this little thing, practically still an infant by her standards (though he was decades older than her host), getting ready to take on a whole group of supernaturally-enhanced men. She didn’t know how much he remembered after his drink was spiked, though, and the idea that he might think Hannya was the sole perpetrator had her extra excited.
“What’re you searchin’ for, baby?” Hannya whispered once she got to see those pretty eyes again, leaning forward to just barely touch her lips on his own. “‘Cause I think you’ve found all ya need.”
But then he used that word again. Feed. Suddenly, it dawned on Hannya what he thought she was, and her grin only widened. Oh, that was hilarious. He thought he would just be a snack, a fulfillment for some need for blood. No, Hannya wanted all that sadness, whatever it was from, to come out in droves and sink into her. She wanted him to indulge in sin because of it.
“You think I have a habit of savin’ my meals before I eat ‘em? No, you’re special, sweetie.” It would be no fun for the truth to come out just yet. She wanted to see the surprise on his face when he broke free and thought he could take down a simple vampire with, what? A little vervain? As if.
Hannya dipped her head, pausing with her breath on his neck to build the anticipation. She licked the spot before biting down with blunt, human teeth━hard, but not enough to break the skin.
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Sept 10, 2021 21:42:00 GMT
A snick of one of a dozen blades, the right leverage and he would’ve snapped right out of what they’d tied him with. Lunging up off the chair, driving her back, no matter what the blonde was. It was all doable. Gerard didn’t believe in leaving either of his children unarmed in situations like this, even if they were stripped bare of anything anybody might’ve usually considered a weapon. Argents prepared for them all to be violent, vicious, they also prepared for them being smart and Chris knew better than to underestimate any of them, including those who’d dosed him at the bar.
He didn’t twist his head, didn’t push off to desperately study the room, trying to buck the blonde away from him. In her own way she was telling him everything he needed to know about his situation. She wouldn’t have been half as focused on him if there’d been someone else in here, it wasn’t just human, it was nature to feel that ripple of awareness under your skin at someone else’s presence. Even if they’d been in the grave for a hundred years, leaving only some angry remnant of themselves behind. You felt it and Chris didn’t. The only two in the room were him and the blonde. Wrapped close together, her just as confining as the ropes themselves.
The low rumble of his voice tailed off in his chest to something closer to a croak. The things in this town were better at hiding than they usually were, the cover pulled over tight like that would stop the interest of other parties. Those that would stop them. ”And if I don’t wanna find out?” Chris winged a brow, his eyes thin slits between. Irises pale even in that light, leaving the pupils looking as though they were floating in ice.
It didn’t look like he was going to break free any time soon, at least not from her. She’d wrapped herself around him, fingers tracing circles on his scalp, nerves that’d been numb longer than he could now remember fizzing to life under his skin. Chris breathed in slowly, feeling the heat of her breath on his mouth, that tickling brush of her tongue against his lips before she grabbed for his jaw. He lifted his chin, his gaze still languid as he half smiled. ”I’ve never seen the point in dragging it all out. Especially when you’re just gonna get all tied up.” The disappointment on her face was fake, those painted lips pouting but she had some interest here, had to have done to keep him fenced in.
Those fences were falling, the strands of the rope snicking free as he sawed through each. Less of a tug now to have those ropes snapping. A rough jerk of his wrists, hands coming around to grip at the narrow dip of her waist, carrying her backwards until he was the one bearing her down. ”Isn’t that why most come here? Drinking, dancing, dipping out.” A different sort of drinking from the things that had made this place their base. Chris chuckled low, lifting his head to nuzzle at the arc of cartilage before he sank his teeth into it. ”You know what they say about assumptions, making an ass…” Out of him. He hadn’t seen the dose in his drink or the blonde coming after all.
The questions weren’t stopping. What were you doing here? What do you want? The offer to give it all to him probably next to roll off of her tongue. Chris stared into her hazel eyes as his own breath came just a little faster. You bared your soul to these things and all they did was turn around and carve it out, turning that soft spot against you. ”Answers … a little time out …” Trite enough answers that didn’t trip over to oblivion. Just a few hours without all of this on his shoulders, in his head. Swimming around. ”Let me guess,” he crooned, tugging at the ropes around his wrists, feeling the strands slither away faster now. ”What I want you can give it to me. My little miracle worker.” His damnation. He recognised that well enough.
He just wasn’t sure what it was he was looking at in the first place. Vampire, not in a way he was recognising up this close, although they littered this place. Old and young congregating together to whisper behind closed doors, like every other thing in town wasn’t straining to hear. He alluded to it, saw realisation dawn as he grin grew. Chris shrugged his shoulders, that low sound rolling out of him in a grunt yet. ”Should I be flattered? Or worried?” Special in his line of work was never a good thing. In a single heartbeat her head was dipping, hot breath washing against the pulse in her neck before she traced her tongue over it. Another heartbeat and then she bit him. A louder grunt, a yank of his wrists and his hands were finally free.
Pushing off despite his ankles and hips still being tethered, Chris did push her back then. Hands on her, one at her waist, the other at her throat as he pushed her head back. Meeting her eyes again, he flashed a smile that left his teeth gleaming in that low light. ”I’m not the only special one tonight. What are you? Why are you stalking around here? It’s not just to save people from becoming dinner.” His eyes dipped to her mouth. Human teeth, still inflicting pain but not tearing at the skin and bleeding him dry. Not what he had believed at all.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 158
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Dec 1, 2024 21:46:01 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Oct 1, 2021 13:25:08 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
‘Let me guess…’
Oh, this was just darling. Hannya propped her elbows on his shoulders, resting her head on her palms while she admired him, lashes batting innocently. Now that she knew his theories, she was more than interested in hearing what he had to say about what she would do. His impresson of vampires. “Well, of course.” She grinned, “I’d perform miracles for you, sugar. Tit for tat, though. Ain’t gonna do it for free.” But he hadn’t a clue what she meant by that, and Hannya knew it would only prove his little suspicion. He thought she wanted a bite.
And she did, but not for his blood.
“Meant it as a compliment.” Hannya hummed, dipping in closer, “But it’s always more fun when they’re a little scared.” And she dragged that out, knowing he’d break loose soon enough, but she hoped to deliver the faux bite first. She could feel his heart beating harder, the increase of breath, and it wasn’t all about her. He thought he was reaching freedom.
She imprinted his skin with teeth marks, marking him, but not in the way he’d surely expected. He was free of his bindings, finally, and she loved the rush of it all. He truly thought he’d one-upped her, didn’t he? Oh, that was delicious. Hannya was going to lap up this pretty boy’s soul like a dehydrated puppy, starved for it.
Human instincts forced both hands to slap down around his wrist, but where Dolly would have dug her nails in and tried to force him off, Hannya only held him securely. Hazel found blue, offering a sly smile in exchange for his wicked grin. She relished in the constriction on her windpipe, breathing only slightly laboured━not nearly as much as she’d hoped for. “I really hoped ya’d use the gun,” The demon pouted for only a moment before she smiled again, squeezing his wrist lightly, experimentally.
“You think I’m special? Aw, dumplin’, I’m flattered.” But of course she was, and he was the fucking idiot who hadn’t noticed it sooner. No matter━she wouldn’t hold it against him━he’d still be fun to play with. Stalking?” She spat the word. How dare he. “This place is mine, you’re the intruder. You’re lucky I saved your sorry backside when I did.”
But he’d figured it out━finally. He knew she wasn’t a bloodsucker. She watched his gaze drop to her teeth, bared them for show, then snapped them together to create a harsh and distinct clack clack of bone on bone.
“Like I said before, tit for tat. Gimme somethin’, hm? Why’re ya so sad, baby? It lingers off ya like a bee to honey,” More like flies to shit, but she was still trying for sweet. “No reason somethin’ so pretty should feel like you do. You okay, sugar?” Acting like she cared━well, she did, but not for his sake. One hand trailed up his arm, toward’s the hunter’s shoulder until it veered off, palm laying flat to his chest. He was firm, but more than that━warm. Truly and undeniably human, blistering heat even through his clothing. She wanted to wrap up in that, take it all for herself, syphon it out of him until he was bone dry.
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
Posts: 160
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Sept 28, 2024 17:39:30 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Dec 14, 2021 19:58:10 GMT
Sins laid heavy on his soul. There was only so much blame he could lay at the feet of others for that. For years he’d allowed Gerard to drag him around, despite knowing there were plenty of lines his father had stormed right across. He’d steeped his own hands in blood though, beliefs wrapped up in the mantle that came with being an Argent. You didn’t befriend the things you had vowed to put down, you didn’t allow yourself to turn if one of those things got the upper hand and sank fangs into you. Chris’ hands flexed as he pulled free of those ropes, willing feeling back into them. Those same hands had closed around the blade when it had been Victoria slowly turning into an animal, had held her as she’d slipped away in his arms. Those same hands had reached for his daughter when she’d arrived at the hospital, taking every bit of blame Allison had to throw at him. It was all deserved.
That meant more than a time out. No simple naughty step or a grounding for him. When the end came and he was sure it would happen sooner rather than later, he’d only be heading in one direction. An eternity of punishment, the same Allison had been cut free from by that thing that had taken over her and tortured its way across the country. Chris’ lips twitched faintly as he braced himself to rise, to bring an end to this. ”You can’t smell it on me?” he asked tightly. Like any of them reeked of the evils they’d done – no stench of sulphur rising from his skin.
Hell. Heaven’s flip side and none of them were getting a walk there. She could offer it … and of course did, but what was offered in a place like this was nothing but lies. The entire club within a club was established for things to hide beneath that sugared coating. Chris flashed teeth in a grin of his own. ”I don’t think I can pay the price you’re gonna ask for.” Those teeth shifting into sharp points, veins crawling beneath her eyes, he’d catch a glimpse of it just a heartbeat before she bit him. Pale eyes studied that pretty face, fixed on her eyes as she eased in closer. Ice blue on hazel, narrowing faintly as she taunted. More fun when they were scared – that wasn’t going to work for him.
Teeth latched on him, not breaking skin but pressing hard enough that the marks would linger. Purple blooming under his skin by morning, half hidden by the scruff, some satisfaction in seeing them because he’d have put this one into her grave for good.
Hard hands gripping her, fingertips biting into the column of her throat as her hands slapped down, delicate fingers curling around solid muscle and bone as his weight bore down on her. Faint lines sprung up between his brows as she returned his grin with a smile all too sly. Chris swallowed, knowing she’d have trouble doing the same too easily now. ”And spoil the fun too early?” He clucked his tongue, his thumb pressing a little heavier as she squeezed at his wrist. ”Flattered enough to talk, honey?” Dropping his own pet name back, Chris snorted. She hadn’t had a problem with that so far, although she’d revealed nothing except for the fact that she liked to play.
He tilted his head, blue eyes lifting to the door for a moment. The club was supposed owned by a vampire, old enough to know better than to draw trouble in this town. Make too many moves and the Founder’s council would slap the place down and not just to put down any sort of public lewdness. ”I just came for a quiet drink,” he lied glibly, a warmth to his voice for a moment before he chuckled. Chris lowered his head towards hers, his lips brushing her ear. ”What are you getting from the deal? You’re no saint, and mine or not, you let them come for me in your place.” That put it on her, rescue or not. Blame could still see her dead.
Not at the end of a stake though. Chris’ chest heaved slightly as he stared at that painted mouth. His frown grew deeper, lines carving deep into a face seemingly made for them these days. He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. He should’ve rolled off of her, walked, but something was still ringing enough bells here that her stayed put. Eyes finding hers again as his grip on her throat tightened slightly. They cut down, the muscles in his jaw flexing as he settled on the gold band on his left hand. ”You wanna play priest? A confession in exchange for you absolving me of all my sins?” The huff of laughter was weak, the thought of what Victoria would’ve done now sending a bolt of grief through him afresh.
Chris lowered his head, nose brushing the hinge of her jaw before all of that grief and pain poured out in a holler that would’ve echoed outside the room. How far had he fallen? Too far, grubbing around a place like this and nearly leaving Allison an orphan. Those gripping hands shook her for a moment before they slid up and into her hair, fingers tight, pulling her head back to bare her throat to him, no shriek this time, just a fierce press of lips and teeth, chasing some sort of heat to burn all that black feeling out of him.
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HANNYA
Demon
Posts: 158
Played by:
Julia
"Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?"
Last seen Dec 1, 2024 21:46:01 GMT
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Post by HANNYA on Jan 6, 2022 20:15:38 GMT
━ make you beg for it, plead for it, until you feel like you breathe for it ━
“I’d rather ya pulled everything but words outta me.” The demon offered instead, tipping her chin up to allow movement if he needed━she wouldn’t want to hinder his grip on her throat.
A quiet drink. Ha. Amusement dripped across her features━if all else failed, at least he was funny. And who came here for one of those? He knew the answer, though, and so she didn’t question his lie━poor baby knew what he was doing, and she loved him for sinking deeper into the depths of his despair. “I get you,” She whispered back, Dolly’s skin lighting up in little prickles at his breath on her ear. Hannya shifted her head as much as she could to speak into his, feeling that familiar tightening around her windpipe. She almost wished he’d get carried away and crush it, but obviously this one was too good for that. He was older for a human, practiced, calculated━couldn’t figure out how not to get his drink spiked, but she’d forgive him for it.
Slipping her legs up and around his waist, Hannya curled around him like a spider ready to wrap her prey, though her hands stayed on that muscular chest. She felt his heartbeat quicken, a rough thumpthumpthump that promised his shock at her reveal. She liked that━being predictable was boring, and he definitely hadn’t planned to come across a demon tonight, especially not one like her.
Hannya hummed when his digits pressed harder, drinking in every slip of his humanity. Guilt, grief, torture━it wasn’t pure jealousy, but she’d take it all anyway. He was wrought with darkness, and she couldn’t feed fast enough. Priest. She laughed then, cackled this time at just how humorous this one really was. “You can think of me that way if it makes ya feel better, baby,” Hannya squeezed his hips between her thighs, just enough to remind him she was still there. “But I ain’t gonna absolve ya of nothin’. I wanna hear ‘bout all your sins, every last one, and wait ‘til ya indulge in ‘em. You can do that safely with me, buttercup,”
Her arms ensnared him as he finally moved in, claws scraping lines into the fabric of his shirt, not strong enough to tear through━yet. And then he cried out, and Hannya’s eyes fell closed, pleasure washing through her with a greater force than anything he could give her otherwise. It drew its own loud sound out of Hannya in return, though this one was from the pit of Dolly’s belly, the kind she’d told the hunter she wanted━he seemed to keep his promises. Head yanked back, Hannya’s spine arched into his body, nails ripping through his shirt this time.
“Give me everything,” Voice somewhere between a whisper and a growl, she wanted another explosion, another admission of everything buried deep within. That strife she talked about, the one that made his heart heavy, body so laboured until it was barely functioning. If he let it all out, into her, then she’d suck enough power out of him to satiate her for… well, for the rest of the night, anyway.
Her fresh manicure, though filed into soft squares, could still tear through his skin if she so wished, but Hannya thought she’d leave that as a final measure if he didn’t give up more of that delicious darkness. Creating lines in his back that left red streaks without breaking, the demon cocked her head to find something for her own teeth to grab hold of. They scraped that rough patch of his jaw, then found his ear, biting down hard on the lobe to see if that would rip another scream outta him.
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Last seen Sept 28, 2024 17:39:30 GMT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Mar 5, 2022 19:29:54 GMT
For once a thing didn’t want to talk. Give something enough power, enough temper and they always wanted to spout, pontificating like Caesar himself, as though all of that made them untouchable. From time to time Chris had used it to his advantage, waiting for something or someone to reveal what they hadn’t meant to, spilling out those tiny truths on the tidal wave of all the things that didn’t matter, the lies and the furious spew of exaggerations. What he’d gotten from this one wasn’t that desire to brag or dominate, not that way at least. It was an offering of temptation, dangled in front of him like he’d let himself slip and drown it all. Gerard hadn’t taught his children that way, you gave in to nothing.
It wasn’t that ice cold core that Gerard had always pushed them towards that burned in him now though. The woman was stoking other things as he gripped her throat, loosening those ties that had held everything, including his sanity, in place since Victoria had died. All of that was volcano hot, wanting to explode out of his mouth as he made a sound of disgust. Chris’ thumb pressed down harder on her carotid as she tipped her head back. Too tight, too long and even her kind would black out. He would’ve had to take her head that, or her heart. Put an end to that lancing of all that was held back.
She’d bitten him, those first strands breaking. Chris had lifted his head to meet her eyes but she’d shown nothing but amusement. It wasn’t what he wanted from her, not now she’d started to pluck at him with those painted nails. Her whispered words had his lips trembling with his sneer. ”Never,” Chris growled bitterly. ”Nothing is ever gonna get that. We don’t surrender to things like you.” They fought and if they were brought down they …
Chris wanted to pull his hands back but dreaded seeing the blood there, staining them the way it had done the night he’d killed Victoria. By the time Allison had reached the hospital that day they’d been scrubbed clean but the real stain had remained, tearing at his gut as he’d pulled his shattered daughter into a hug. His gorge had risen then, threatening to choke him as it did now as she clung to him. Legs locked around his waist, hands pressed to him as his heart lunged up into his throat. Chris’ chest heaved as his fingers closed just a little tighter. So easy to rid the town of another of them, even if he had no proof that this one had taken a single life here. All that was behind the wall wanted to spill out and not care.
The road wasn’t enough when it came. It was no answer for her crooned words. He should’ve torn free of her grip, shoved away from her to stalk away from this place. The club needed to be razed to the ground, all that would lure in the people of this town erased. The little voice in the back of his head warned against it though. Against her. Chris growled again, the sound rising in his throat, almost keening, raw and painful enough to be bloody. ”I killed her when she would’ve been something like you, like them. It was our way. She could’ve lived and been nothing like them but there were rules.” Victoria’s face swum into focus, the pain bubbling higher, barely pinned by the nails that scored their way down his chest. ”I could do the same now. A blade, right here. It would be a relief.” A release. There would be no safety if he did that, not for her, not from her.
His other hand pressed hard against her chest, feeling the bow of bone beneath the bared skin. If he had their strength he could crush it, flatten those arcs into dust. Control slipping, he dragged her head back, latched his mouth onto her in the same way she’d done his. A gritting of teeth, feeling warm flesh give slightly between his teeth as she growled herself and tore through his shirt, nails scoring down his back. Her teeth found his jaw, his ear, unleashing that beast. Hard hands tore at her, violent, the clumsiness of when he’d first woken disappearing in an instant. Rolling, straining, fighting until something broke loose and in the hot wash of blood, Chris took what he needed and let all of the rest wash out of him in that hot, violent rush on the floor of this hellhole.
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