KRISTA MAY
Human
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Mar 23, 2022 18:35:32 GMT
 ━ i can't get you out of my head ━
Apparently she was wrong, though, ‘cause he had a bunch of blood bags in there. Gross. And useless, too! What the hell did he need those for if he had Krista? It was a snap decision to cut them all open and pour them down the sink, but it meant that he’d have to rely on her, and she liked that more than the fear of any potential repercussions.
Anyway, that was, like, waaay before, and Krista had totally forgotten about it by the next night when she was over━or, rather, under. Curled around Mal like a koala, neck willingly bared to him while one hand scraped down, nails dragging across his shoulder and down his bicep. It was pretty much the only time she could cling to him without Mal gettin’ all pissy about it, and Krista liked that. It wasn’t a trade-off━she liked being close to him, this was fun! Who knew she’d lose her virginity to a freakin’ vampire, right?!
As they settled, she held on for just a minute longer, dipping her head down to plant a kiss on his shoulder. Krista turned her head as her arms and legs began to fall away, pecking his cheek and trying to get one on his lips before he was too far. She was a little dizzy, but made it almost the whole journey, landing one on Mal’s top lip. He tasted a little coppery, though that was as to be expected, and didn’t deter her whatsoever.
Krista latched on as soon as Mal was on his back, scrabbling to get her tiny limbs over him, one leg and one arm, nuzzling into his neck like a cat. A cute cat, though… she hoped. Mal couldn’t not like her that much, right? She’d known him for almost a whole year now, and even after the mall fiasco, she was still in his bed! That had to mean something!
“A whole year…” Krista mumbled dreamily, turning her chin up to beam at him. “Didja know that? We met in May━like my last name! That totally means somethin’. Anyway, just a coupla months and it’ll be a year.” One whole year of her first (and hopefully only) relationship. Settling back into his chest, Krista peeled her hand from where it’d locked him down, dragging her palm over his skin. “A year… hey,” Furrowing her brow, she looked up at him as if he’d offended her. “When’s your birthday? Did you not tell me? ‘Cause I told you about mine. I’m supposedta know these things.” She remembered trying not to make a huge deal out of it when she revealed it, but Mal made her night anyway. That was super special.
Suddenly, she settled again, voice returning to its previous gentleness, “... Unless it hasn’t passed yet?”
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Apr 30, 2022 17:24:23 GMT
He didn’t have to catch his breath at moments like this anymore. No racing heartbeat to slow in his chest, no numbness in his limbs to slowly melt away as that white wave of bliss carried on rolling out of him, no train like huffing of breath warming the crook of the neck he’d bitten into right before the end. The blood he carefully cleaned from her now with that damp skim of lips had him feeling almost all the way there though. A transfer of life from Krista into him. Mal shuddered lightly at it, that hum under his skin vibrating like the keel of a ship sailing on a strong wind.
Mal dragged his hand up her side and nosed into her collarbone. It was about as close to affectionate as he got to her, usually just enough given to get her lighting up. Krista running out the door all butt hurt at his lack of attention these days could be bloody dangerous. She’d seen too much, had come close to blabbing too much when she’d run out of that shop with the frilly pair of drawers in her hand. ’Can’t you just …’ Wipe their brains like he was a bloody Jedi. He shoulda done maybe, it would’ve saved him some trouble but against his better judgment he’d kept her around.
Masochist. The word rolled around in his head Krista gave up on seemingly trying to get a goose flesh rise out of him with that – alright, it felt pretty bloody good – scrape of nails up and down his arm, and dipped her head to kiss his shoulder, then his cheek. Nuzzling closer until he tipped his head just a little bit and let her get one kiss in. Masochistic bloody sap was what he was lately.
He patted her hip fondly as he rolled away. His hands fell to the sheets to tug them out from around his legs but Krista was already there, throwing herself on top of him like a blanket, just as warm of one as she nuzzled into him. Mal’s lips pinched slightly but he trailed his fingers up the dip of her spine all the same, falling into that almost loving touchy-feely-ness in the last remnants of afterglow. He almost lifted his head to tell her it didn’t mean anything but that would have that little line appearing between her brows again, the hurt swinging up like she was a puppy and he’d just booted her.
Now, it didn’t mean he was giving his full attention to what was tripping out of her mouth, not even when she tipped her chin up to shoot that sunshine like grin at him like he was a God and she couldn’t be happier worshipping him. ’A whole year … met … som’in about May … a year’. Since they’d…? Bloody hell. He had to have had a knock to the head or developed some sort of Stockholm syndrome. What had happened in San Francisco had left him gun shy, no walking blood bag kept around for more than a night … probably for good reason too.
Mal made a little noise, his mouth pinching like he was happy with it. A year. Jesus. Honestly, where had the time gone? Why were they still here? The Doc would’ve moved ‘em on before now even if him or the others had tried clinging on for their personal reasons, but the Doc hadn’t exactly been the same since he’d gotten back what he’d wanted. ”’s a shocker, love. Time flies, dunnit?” Or crawled when you weren’t looking. Next thing he knew she’d probably be talking ‘anniversaries’ or gabbling on about proposals, it was a shackle, that was that was, and he’d spent years under one of them so to speak.
More than once he’d cursed himself for getting caught the day he’d knocked that midshipman down on his pompous arse, knocking the stick far enough out of it that the admiralty had decided to make an example of him. Every rough shift after that, all those freezing cold days at the mizzen, grape shot flying overhead, he’d cursed himself. Being some bottom feeder at the docks had to have been better than that … the bite had changed it all. What a long way he’d come, hey?
The little line sprung up between his own brows as he glanced back down at Krista. She didn’t look so happy now. Birthday? Why was she …? For the love of God. Mal bit out a rusty chuckle, baring his teeth at her in a half grin as he dipped his head down close to hers. ”I’ll tell you if I ever learn when it was love. They don’t exactly go registerin’ it when it’s some madam talkin’ one of her girls through poppin’ out another kid none of ‘em want anythin’ to do with.” He hissed out a sigh, turning his head back to shake it like he could worry it down into the softness of the pillow. ”You wanna ‘ear my whole life story Krista? Like a …” His voice trailed off as common sense bit. The words ‘like a good little girlfriend’ were only gonna give her delusions of grandeur that he’d never stop hearing about.
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KRISTA MAY
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Post by KRISTA MAY on May 17, 2022 21:00:26 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━
She felt so good with him, too, and she didn’t wanna blow it like Leah had with her not-boyfriend. Krista nuzzled in closer (as if that was possible), wiggling her hips into the single one of his she was on. She was always kinda tired and blissed out, and this time wasn’t any different━Krista was just running on pure adrenaline at the minute. It had her trailing off about birthdays, happy with only making half-sense until she realized she was missing a key fact about Mal. Did he not wanna tell her? And why not? Was she not special enough?
The anger melted behind a thin veil of nerves━it hadn’t been a year yet. There was still a whole month where he might’ve been born. She was just… being crazy, right? She wasn’t supposed to use that word anymore, but it really felt like she was being crazy and…
Then Mal was tellin’ his story, and Krista was pretty sure it was the most she’d ever heard him say about himself. Anger and anxiety fled completely, leaving only that tiny frown and sweet, caring puppy eyes.Oh, her Mal, her lil’ baby Mal with nobody to look after him. She knew what that was like, too, but she’d been blessed to grow up in the early two-thousands with parents who wanted to love her when they’d adopted her… and indoor plumbing.
She didn’t say anything yet, not even as Mal thunked back into the pillow, a pout still pulling at her raw, pink lips. But he kept going and… what was that supposedta mean? Her brow furrowed, frown deepening. Was he gonna say somethin’ mean? “... Like a what?” She puffed. “Yeah, I would, but I don’ want you t’be mean ‘bout it.” Krista sniffed, dropping her head heavily to his chest again. She hoped it frickin’ hurt him (it kinda hurt her, though, ‘cause some collar bone or something stuck right into her temple. Gosh darn it).
“I was gonna say that that’s really sad. Everybody should have a birthday. And parents. I… didn’t have a birthday or parents for a bit, either, an’ that really sucked.” Alright, so she was feeling bad for him again. She could never stay mad at Mal for long; she liked him way too much. Maybe even loved him. Krista shook off the intrusive thought, glancing up again. Her therapist said she wasn’t supposed to suppress them, but it was really flippin’ annoying. “... You’re wanted now, though.” Krista meant it genuinely, and gave Mal a pure smile to prove it. She really thought saying it would make him feel better.
Shifting to smack a kiss on his cheek, Krista nuzzled her head into the side of his face quickly before readjusting her cuddle position. She was higher now, one arm wrapped around his chest, leg still over him, with her brow and nose pressed into his cheek and temple. Krista didn’t really take Mal’s willingness to snuggle (or lack thereof) into consideration. “You should have a birthday. We should pick a day for you.”
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on May 21, 2022 18:59:37 GMT
He’d never paid for it – not in the traditional sense, given how bloody wrong it would’ve been – but Mal felt a little like he was now. It wasn’t coin pressed into sweaty palms and a smack on the rump that’d have the madam squawking at the bruises on alabaster skin the next morning, but these moments of affection. They seemed to keep Krista coming back around, pushing her way into his life on occasion – shoving people out of it if whenever she felt like it (god forbid she found out about the Doc or the others. While she was willing to be here, nuzzling in against him in a way that had Mal patting her arse fondly, she was willing to let him feed too. Giving with one hand and grabbing greedily with the other. The pair of ‘em.
In her questions Krista was grabbing, like she wanted to get both hands on what lay beneath his skin. She was relentless and probably would’ve been bouncing on top of him if he hadn’t dipped his head to tell her the sweeter side of a past filled with more salt than the seven bloody seas. Hips squeezing around his, that scowl darkening that pretty face as she prepared to claw it out of him.
Mal had dipped his head though, lips practically at her ear like it would keep it between the two of them – not likely when Krista was telling everything she knew about him to both Kitty and random strangers at the club. Maybe he ought to feed her a little of his blood from time to time, something to stop her from being able to get so roaring drunk that she’d tell anybody anything – ’oh yeah, my vampire boyfriend, he’s the biggest and baddest around!’. Jesus. That should’ve had him shutting his mouth immediately but Krista was already turning those big puppy dog eyes up towards him and he was relenting.
Shit! See, this was the problem when you started to spill you guts, especially with a bird like her. Krista had danced right past all the ‘poor lil Mal part of the story to fix on the bit about her. Mal froze with his neck straining back, hazel eyes fixed on hers like a mouse who’s just realised the cat’s come strutting into the room. ”Like a … confidant,” he told her cautiously. He pursed his lips, giving her a little nudge with his wrist, a soothing gesture that was about as tender as he usually got unless he was talking his way into this. ”I wasn’t bein’ mean now, was I love? We were just talkin’, I was tellin’ you already.” You don’t have to sulk about it love, pouting ‘til you know that caving’ll happen.
He stifled the ‘oi’ that would’ve tripped out at the heavy thud of her head. Mal frowned instead, dragging his hand up her back, curling it around his chin to rub gently at her cheek, her temple. Like he was easing away the hurt and not just looking to avoid the argument that could quiet easily bubble up on that wave of hurt. ”They should, love,” he admitted on a sigh. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard about the new parents, or the brother who’d given him the stink eye at the police station. ”The madams did a bit of parentin’ at least. ‘Til the navy took over. They don’t exactly go makin’ you blow out the candles either.” He imagined that once Krista had been adopted her new family had done all of that. Let’s make the new kid feel at home, give her the happy life she hadn’t had … until he’d taken a nibble and she’d bolted away from the lot to come find him.
Mal winced faintly at it. If they’d had half a clue about what was really out there maybe one of them woulda turned up at the door with a stake and a major issue with the little thing him and Krista had going here now. He made a rumbling sound low in his throat, his hand sliding back to curl around his waist, fingers drumming lightly on the curve of her belly as she beamed up at him like he was a God. Maybe that had a little something to do with keeping her around here too.
He gave her a half smile, almost wished he hadn’t when she seemed to take it as permission to wriggle up on him. Kissing his cheek, nuzzling her face into him – one of these days she’d burrow right through his skin if she weren’t careful. Octopus style, Krista wrapped around him, an arm thrown over his chest, her leg pinning him at the hip, her face still mushed up into the side of his so his nose pressed to hers as he tried to turn his head towards her. ”You wanna just pick a random day for my birthday? Bingo, March 15th you turn three hundred and seven. Don’t think it works that way love. You wanna scoot over for a minute? Lemme get up for a little snack to get my energy back up.” He eased his hand back, giving her hip a little swat, like it’d do anything to dislodge her when she was like this.
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KRISTA MAY
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Last seen Nov 3, 2024 20:40:26 GMT
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Post by KRISTA MAY on May 30, 2022 19:21:56 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━
“You were gonna.” Krista whispered, pouting into the skin she’d just thumped herself into. She was over it in a minute, though, ‘cause she was actually really upset about Mal not havin’ a birthday and stuff. That was more important to be sad about. Pecking his collarbone almost as though she was reluctant about it, Krista rattled off how she felt and what she thought was imperitive for him to know.
“Only a bit of parentin’ isn’t enough.” Krista admitted quietly, just before she’d started to squeeze him. For a moment, she was still tracing little hearts on his chest with the tip of her index finger. “My psychiatrist told me that, even though my new parents love me so much, it doesn’t make up for what happened before. For what it did… ‘n stuff.” Embarrassed now, and feeling like she might never get better, Krista let out a big sigh and looked at him. That was when she told him the truth. He was wanted, and she’d snuggle him to make up for all the hugs and kisses and cuddles he missed growin’ up. It didn’t matter that love now wouldn’t fix either of them; she wanted to shower Mal with everything she had.
“It does work like that, ‘cause either way you’re gonna be a year older. Why not jus’ give you a day? I dunno why you don’t want one.”
She was almost completely flabbergasted at the ‘three hundred and seven,’ but he’d told her when they met that he was two hundred, and they hadn’t been together for a hundred years (yet). Krista chalked it up to him just talkin’, but she was still so excited about the prospect of knowing (and dating) a vampire—even if it’d nearly broken her family and definitely could’ve killed her on multiple occasions.
Krista gave a little whine when he suggested they move, clearly not getting the hint and set on snuggling Mal until one of them suffocated, all pressed together like that. Him turning his head gave her the wrong idea, though, like he was trying to Eskimo kiss. Krista happily bumped the sides of her nose against his, back and forth, completing the ‘kiss’ for him. “Only if you get me a juice box while you’re up. I put ‘em in the fridge.” She didn’t add ‘after you abandoned me here’ because she wasn’t upset anymore, not while they were cuddling. Also, even though the skin on her neck was still raw and opened, she didn’t clue into what he meant by ‘snack,’ as if Mal was gonna grab a granola bar and then he’d be all good—also totally unaware he was about to discover what she’d done.
Slipping off slowly, Krista gathered the sheets to her chest as she sat up, like she was suddenly protecting her virtues. A lot of this still felt weird; pre-marital sex, dating a vampire, and her religion. The first two didn’t really mix with the last. She still prayed every night before bed (even if she didn’t join her hands, she still talked to God quickly, like catching up with an old friend), but she didn’t wanna be slacking. Or lukewarm. That would be awful.
There was one way to tie them all together, though. The idea came quickly, and burst from her mouth with just as much excitement. “Hey! We could make your birthday Easter Sunday. ‘Cause… y’know, you rose again.” Alright, she thought she was pretty smart for that one. Giggling cheekily into the sheets balled in her hands, Krista leaned back against the wall and drowned in deep consideration for his birthday. “Actually… maybe Lazarus Saturday? The day between Good Friday and Easter. That’s better.” A lot less sacrilegious, too, and it still had the same meaning. She was on fire!
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Jun 11, 2022 20:00:21 GMT
She swung so fast between sulking, that sugary sweetness he could’ve rotted his teeth on as drank it is, and that angry sort of possessive affection. It was like being on the ship in a storm, violent swings swoops that left your stomach pitching until suddenly the sun broke through those roiling clouds and everything went still. Thank God he still had his sea legs, and that glib tongue that took the worst of the steam out of the emotional waves of Krista’s moods.
Mal sighed lightly, twisting his hand to circle his fingers over her skin until the sulk abated. He could’ve nudged her over as she seemed to self-sooth with the smoosh of her lips against his collarbone, quietened her down by giving her mouth something else to do other than babbling at him in a way that he’d end up just misstepping into. The consideration had been there for a heartbeat but as it always did Krista’s mood seemed to leap straight back from what’d stung her to the next tiny phrase. Clinging onto it tight as it wrung all sorts of feelings out of her.
Something inside of him bristled. He hadn’t been looking to wring his own out like a shirt soaked in one of them storms either. Mal made a low sound in his throat at her admission, catching that squeeze of hers with a grunt. Hazel eyes swivelled down to just catch her doodling her way through the scattering of hair on his chest. ”Some’s better than none, maybe we best tell your psychiatrist that.” That was not a surprise, Krista certainly had the sort of issues they’d toss you to a professional for now, in his day they’d just called you a loony til you did something bad enough to be tossed somewhere like Bedlam. ”I’m sure they’re doin’ their best, love, but you’re right, none of it really goes away, does it?” Some head shrinker would probably look at him and point to a dozen faults in his personality that could probably be traced right back to those docks.
An admission or two about it, him shrugging it off and there was another swing, the whole threatening to go over. Mal resisted the urge to roll his eyes up and thump his head back into the pillow. That was a sure fire route right off the boat and into the waves that just grew more violent as he went under. He sucked in a breath over a damp lower lip, his eyes meeting hers up close. ”Like I said, love, I dunno how it works. That’s the problem, innit?” He could’ve just picked a random date, nipped all of this off when it was just a bud but now it was growing into one of them big monstrous flowers. ”I didn’t say I didn’t want one.” That was a hair Krista would be happy to split though, right down to the point where it was practically invisible to the human eye.
Getting up wasn’t entirely about escaping, although it’d give him the brief reprieve until Krista realised he weren’t snacking on her. His little spank had the grumble starting like distant thunder – it might roll in and rattle your bones or it could vanish in the other direction. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 …. She’d pressed in as he’d turned his head, nudging her nose up against his like she was trying to poke it right through his cheek but she didn’t fight him. ”Course I will.” A promise given without the meaning of what she said actually biting.
Like a good girl she slipped away from him, tugging the sheet with her as she sat up, covering up like the women in the bawdy house used to, like suddenly their modesty had reappeared. Mal didn’t bother with the same, wasn’t like Krista hadn’t been all over him numerous times now. He slipped out of the bed naked as the day he was born, padding across the cheap motel carpeting. The laughed cackled out of him as he bent down to open the fridge door, his eyes full of mirth as he looked back to catch her lean back into the wall. ”I’m a God now, am I? I guess I can see the comparison.” He’d never been one to peacock but he flexed a little now, muscles standing out in his back as he crouched.
”Any day you want, love, you’re probably gonna be the only one … what the hell are these?” He held a juice box in his hand, turning it back and forth as though a gallon of blood would suddenly splash around in that flimsy little carton. ”Where’s the blood? There was a half dozen bags in here, I stocked it up from the hospital. Krista!” Her name was a sudden bite as he turned, tossing the carton down on the bed. What the bloody hell had she done? First trying to keep any other willing live donor out of his bed, now she’d done a little cleaning. Was it some attempt to make sure he only had her to feed from?
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KRISTA MAY
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Jun 18, 2022 22:58:54 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━
‘I’m a God now, am I? I guess I can see the comparison.’
Err, maybe it was more of a test than a gift. If it was, then she was definitely failing, especially because his comment had her smiling, hazel eyes drinking in all of him. “You shouldn’t say that,” Krista whispered, though her voice was full of the grin she couldn’t manage to be rid of. Her lower lip became captured between her teeth idly, as if that would stop the dark colour that rose to her cheeks. He was so… hot. So muscular, such a man, right down to the curve of his backside, and everything else was just… well, she was still embarrassed to be looking, but his focus was back on the fridge, and Krista was getting that warm feeling in her belly again, mouth practically watering when she remembered how heavy he was and…
He stood suddenly, leaving Krista to suck in a sharp breath and ground herself, though it wasn’t long until he was yelling.
She didn’t like that. Krista could yell and scream and have her own little tantrum whenever she wanted (her family certainly knew how bad it could get), but she hated when it was turned back on her. Or, rather, when her actions caught up with her and she felt guilty. She did, honest! Krista didn’t wanna make Mal upset, and maybe she shoulda asked or… perhaps just not thrown out his stuff… but she should’ve expected this kind of reaction. They’d been so soft and comfortable and sweet a second ago, so much so that she’d forgotten about the blood bags, and now it was all ruined.
Tears clouded her eyes, flinching (perhaps a bit dramatically) as the juice box was flung onto the bed, one of the cardboard corners jabbing into her shin through the blanket. Well, she certainly didn’t feel lightheaded anymore.
“I dunno why you needed them!” Krista shouted back, immediately on the defensive, though the shame was obvious in her pitchy squeal. “You have me! And they were just takin’ up space, so I put some juice in there ‘cause sometimes I get dizzy givin’ you all my blood! You’re friggin’ welcome!” Her arms waved wildly as she yelled, momentarily forgetting about the sheet that fell to her lap. Krista nabbed it as soon as she was done and frantically pulled it up again. Honestly, both the blood bags and the juice boxes could fit in there, she just didn’t want him to have them anymore. Who knew where they came from and… y’know what? That was another thing!
“I mean, that’s just random blood from anyone, isn’t that kinda gross? Don’t you… wanna know where you’re gettin’ it? Doesn’t it make it better?” More romantic, like they were sharing something special every time he took from her. It was willing, she’d told Leah that at the bar. She liked when Mal fed on her; it made Krista feel needed and important. And she wasn’t scared of him, not since he’d ‘helped’ her not be, but she was scared of making him so angry that he didn’t wanna see her again. And she was terrified that, if he had a bunch of backups, then she wasn’t needed or important.
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Jul 16, 2022 21:26:24 GMT
There’d been no exceptions to Sunday services on the boat. They could’ve been in forty degree heat, in the belly button of nowhere in the middle of med, and still they’d have to spruce up and stand there on the deck for the captain’s sermon. Men’d be squirming by the end of it, choked up with fresh collars, plaits tarred back from their faces, slowly boiling until eventually the captain finishing spouting his nonsense and let them go back to duty. You paid lip service to it if you knew what was good for you. Mal had never believed the crap in that salt crusted little book though, he’d too much that went against it by that point. Had seen worse since.
Krista though … Mal pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, squinting at her as he tried to tiptoe his way through this one. She was whispering to tell him off, but she was still grinning at him. That had to mean he hadn’t landed on the landmine with both feet, just the one rather delicate tootsie that he could maybe wriggle off. ”No? I guess the good book does say no worshipping false gods…” And there was definitely some worship going on there. The nip of her teeth where his had been just an hour ago, the colour that rose into her cheeks – thankfully he hadn’t taken enough that it couldn’t, although the juice would perk her right back up, just like someone who’d gladly donated blood at the hospital (and always left a little extra like a tip for their doc – eyes that’d follow him again as he bent down without an ounce of self-consciousness.
Maybe if he’d a bloody clue what she’d done he’d have realised that maybe it wasn’t that hint of embarrassment she always had about her feelings for him that’d reddened her cheeks, but regret instead. Regret for throwing out every bloody ounce of blood he’d set by in the fridge. This was worse than the call for the tow truck, then she’d just been trying to slide herself onto his plate for a single meal, now it was like she was ready to open herself up neck to groin to hand over every last drop in her veins.
Tossing the juice box on the bed Mal stalked back towards it, his teeth gritting as she flinched like he’d thrown a sodding hatchet at her instead of a little carton of orange juice. She was lucky he hadn’t dragged her off to their lab when she’d come sniffing around instead, lucky that he was willing to put up with the tears and the jealousy and that vicious little bite that she gave when she got mad, for everything else he was getting here.
Mal’s brows rose a second before he cackled out a laugh. He dropped onto his knees on the foot of the bed as Krista threw her arms up, complaining about ending up light headed when he took too much. The sheet took a dive, leaving Krista’s bashfulness rising. She snatched the sheet up a second before he gripped one of the folds of it between his fingers. ”You’re worried about gettin’ all dizzy, and yet you dunno why I needed the blood bags? Think Krista, use that brain in your head and think about how those things are connected love.” So… it hadn’t all just been about her needing a little something to perk her up after he was done. He knew it.
He tugged at the sheet as he crawled closer to her, pulling at it like an anchor until he could get a hand around her calf and give her a tug instead. Like a fish he started to reel Krista in, eyes narrowed far enough that the squint lines that’d carved themselves like sunbursts around his eyes two hundred years ago deepened. ”You want me to feed on no one but you darlin?” he asked, his voice purposefully level. Mal bared his teeth, dipping down to nip at Krista’s bare collarbone. Not hard enough to break flesh but a threat of it. ”You know what happens when too much gets taken Krista? It's not just dizziness. You wouldn’t know it though, you’d let me keep goin’ and goin’ until you started gettin’ sleepy, only you wouldn’t be wakin’ up ‘ere an hour later. You’d be six feet under. You want some priest talkin’ ‘bout how you were a good little girl as they shovel dirt on your grave and I stand there sheddin’ a tear or two over ya?” Maybe he should’ve bitten down and proved it, let her get close enough to learn her lesson. Random – and it wasn’t really since he knew every sample that passed through his hands – meant safe, least for his willing little donor here.
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KRISTA MAY
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Post by KRISTA MAY on Aug 4, 2022 23:00:26 GMT
━ i can't get you out of my head ━
Grabbing at the bedsheets, Krista stilled when he nabbed them, too, thinking he wanted to… y’know, go again, and that maybe he wouldn’t be so mad anymore. But then he was bein’ rude again, and she couldn’t exactly pinpoint what it was he was saying, but she knew how it made her feel. Mal was, like… talking down to her, which earned him a frown. She liked being with him ‘cause he didn’t treat her like a baby, but now here he was, being a meanie.
Admittedly, she didn’t know much about being a vampire. Mal didn’t share a lot━plus, Krista usually got distracted and started yammering, but he let her. She knew more about his upbringing than the logistics of vampirism, and even that was still minuscule. Like, she’d just learned he didn’t grow up with parents, either.
And now that softness was all ruined… ‘cause he got mad for no reason.
It didn’t make sense to her. Krista didn’t get that he had to have a lot of blood all the time, she figured it was, like, a once in a while thing. More often than she was already around, which was a good thing, but not constant.
“Well, if I have my juice boxes, then I can just… replenish my energy. Were you goin’ in the fridge for one of them?” Her voice began to raise then, accusatory and offended, “I just let you bite me! I dunno why you gotta be so… greedy. I’m sure you don’t need it that often.” Krista rolled her eyes, though her gaze snapped to Mal as he stalked closer.
She watched with intense focus, hazel eyes widening while he began to crowd her. He tugged her closer, forcing out a soft sound from Krista, one born of surprise. “Uh huh,” She whispered, barely nodding, refusing to break eye contact. Mal’s head dipped down and she shifted to accommodate him, palms pressed hard to her chest as if that would ease the rapid thundering of her heart. Krista let out a cross between a whine and a gasp, hands jumping out so her fingers could curl around his biceps. She held on for dear life, listening intently to Mal’s words, though it was difficult when he was so close and she could still feel the burn where his teeth had been and the scrape of his beard.
Krista caught on one thing in particular, though, and lightly pushed at Mal’s arms, turning her head so she could look into his eyes. Her own were still wide, glassy and focused. “... you’d cry if I died?” She squeaked, growing a smile that stretched from ear to ear. “Oh, Mal! I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said t’me,” Krista cooed, throwing her skinny arms around Mal and dragging him in for a bear hug━she squeezed like she was gonna lose him, and rocked them from side to side a couple times.
There wasn’t a low thrum of anxiety in her tummy from Mal or his not-so-subtle threats, only the burst of happiness that flooded through her. She wasn’t afraid of him━couldn’t be, actually, but it was too late even without his compulsion. Krista adored Mal, and the consequences of draining all his blood bags wasn’t registering. “I know you wouldn’t do anythin’ to hurt me,” Krista whispered, thumping her head down on the pillow and beaming up at him. “I trust you, Mal. Mal-ee.” She giggled, bringing back the nickname from the day he’d saved her in the bar. He’d really shown her how much she meant to him, and today was just another testament. “You’ve been ‘round for… what, a billion years?” She laughed, threading her fingers through his hair. “I’m sure you know when t’stop. I think I’m feelin’ less dizzy, though, if you wanna…”
Trailing off, Krista spread her knees to accommodate his weight and get more comfortable. One hand drifted down from his hair and squished between them, patting her thigh lightly━where there had to still be a mark from earlier━as an invitation. She grinned stupidly up at him, eager to melt away that bad mood and prove that she was a viable substitute.
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MAL BLACKTHORNE
Vampire
dread doctor
Posts: 137
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 14, 2024 22:12:34 GMT
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Post by MAL BLACKTHORNE on Aug 14, 2022 16:13:22 GMT
All that TV and teenage vampire book shit got a lot of things wrong – none of them sparkled in the sodding sunlight, not unless you counted the ones without rings going up like roman candles, they could handle as much garlic as a rampant Italian could toss their way – but in some ways they got it. Least where he was concerned. That innocent act had gotten under his skin. He’d had his fill with women playing coy between the bawdy houses and the women who’d drift in to other ports when the ships came in, all rouged cheeks and that bashful little laugh that just had him cringing. When half of ‘em coulda been your mum it was off putting immediately. The real thing though? Mal suspected that was what had drawn him to Krista in the first place. She wouldn’t have seen any of it coming and there was that little shiver of excitement in corrupting something that radiated purity.
Despite the number of times and ways he’d despoiled her there was still that there. It was there in those big blinking hazel eyes, the ones that could flash with that sudden burst of temper, like storm clouds suddenly split by lightning, in the way she clutched at the sheets his hands were on now. All balls when she wanted to be, then practically whimpering when the real set came swinging in to give her a taste of the reality that Twilight twaddle never would.
Oh she’d have to learn one way or another, if she wanted to live past her next birthday. There were people out there who would’ve shrugged off the risk of killing her and just feasted on what was being offered up petulantly. There was always someone else out there to play midnight snack and it was less work just to toss the empty box aside, so to speak, and grab themselves a fresh one.
He’d put in work though, trained Krista up enough that the frown could be turned around in a second. A little pat on the rump, a little sweet talk and she’d melt under those sheets rather than stiffening up and trying to pull away. More than a little pat maybe. For fuck’s sake.
Mal growled low in his throat, slowly easing closer to her. A predator’s approach, muscle playing under skin, that dangerous hint in the sound, the crooning words he spoke. It wasn’t enough for Krista to pay attention like she should’ve been doing. She was rolling her eyes, daring to snap at him like he was the one being an idiot here. ”We need more than you could give love. How often do you eat? I can guarantee this is worse than you on your hungriest day and no matter how much you wanna just perk up for me, there’s not enough juice in the world to make that equation work out.” He wasn’t about to admit that one of those blood bags would’ve been a chaser to the shot she’d given him – like the beer after the whiskey.
Krista had no real idea of the greed a vampire felt twenty four seven. The burn down inside that wasn’t quenched the same way other desires were. Forget a refractory period, that was on the whole time. It would consume Krista in minutes if she really found herself drowning in it. Mal made a negative sound in his throat, denying her whispered confirmation. She didn’t know what was asking for but he could show her, take her right to the brink of it with his fangs sinking into the subclavian artery. The press of him against her already had her letting out those small sounds that were music to a predator’s ears, her fingers clutching onto him. Pulling him in? Ready to push him away? Maybe the latter until he’d said the magic words that turned that frown and pouting into a squeak that coulda deafened him if he was purely human.
Oh God.
Dropping his head, Mal rested his brow against the hollow of her throat as she clutched at him. Sweet and almost certainly a lie. He mumbled against her skin, glad he didn’t have to breath, if he did she’d likely have held on til he was turning blue before it occurred to her that he was being choked out against her. His fingers curled around her rib cage, waiting for her to get over the giddiness of him caring that much. ”Oh, love,” Mal sighed against her as she started to whisper to him again, finally releasing him. Bashing his head against her ribs like she was the brick wall she seemed to be felt awfully tempting. ”That’s good of ya, but I don’t know if I can trust myself around you. You’re so ….” He made a little sound of pleasure, shivered in a way that was only half to do with his own excitement. ”Oi.” The word rolled out on a bark of laughter. Sometimes it felt it when he realised how empty heads had gotten these days.
One dark brow rose as she started to card her fingers through his hair. The cringe over the nickname bleeding away. She hadn’t even sipped out of the juice box he’d tossed at her. He hadn’t taken too much before though, she was right he knew when to stop, not wanting to spoil his fun. ”Oh, I’m real careful alright,” he muttered. Krista shifted under him, things moving in interesting ways until he was cradled against her, with her hand squirmed down between them. She grinned at him and he sighed, grinning back. His own hand fumbled down the bed, closing around the juice box. ”How ‘bout we both have a little drink … you suck on this and I’ll …” He broke off with a little hum, sliding down the bed. Eyes fluttering close, Mal sank his teeth back into her thigh. At this rate Krista was honestly going to kill him.
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