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Post by Devlin Tempest on Jan 8, 2011 13:55:12 GMT
"Stab," I shoved the bottle into Arions torso from behind and blood spurted out, splattering crimson droplets onto Barbie's face, arms and shirt. Arion dropped her, and looked down at the bottle shards protruding out from is stomach. Oh come on, he didn't have to make it seem like he hadn't seen that one coming. He'd recover in the morning. "Devlin!" He turned on me. "Hey, you can't say I didn't give you fair warning." I shrugged. He lunged for my throat, but I managed to dodge him. "Phew! Two words, Arion; 'Tic Tac'." I frowned, glaring over to Barbie. She looked paler than usual, and terrified. Definitely terrified. That minuscule moment of distraction on my part was all it took for Arion to pin me down, fangs barred and snarling. I began to snarl involuntarily, like a dog warning another not to even think about it. And then we began to fight in a blur of motion; I busted his jaw a few times, he cut my brow with a cheap scratch attack. In all honesty, I should be winning. I'd gotten the most attacks in, as well as dodged the magority of his... Then how did I end up with him pinning me down?? "When I'm done with you," He snarled, pinning me further. "I'll enjoy her even more." He looked to Barbie, who still looked petrified that he guy with a bottle lodged in his stomach wasn't dying...
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Post by Frankie Blake on Jan 23, 2011 18:57:55 GMT
I stood, petrified, dumbstruck, as I watch Arion and Temp fight. They were moving so fast, doing so much damage, yet not seeming to do anything at all. Their movements were so fast they couldn't possibly be real. There was blood everywhere but they were still fighting. Then Arion pinned Devlin down. This wasn't looking good for either of us. It didn't help that the guy with the bottle stuck in his stomach was still alive... I thought about running. But Devlin came back to save me, I couldn't just leave him. Even if I did want to, I couldn't make my feet work. I had to do something though, or we were both screwed. I closed my eyes tight, trying to empty my head. I knew I didn't have much time. I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes. I breathed out hard and Arion flew backwards. I let out a sigh of releif, before fainting.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Jan 25, 2011 19:20:39 GMT
It was weird, I'd never seen a flying vampire before... Two things happened in that one minuscule moment; One, Arion was shot into the air somehow... I'd seen vampires with abilities before, but none of them could do what I'd just witnessed Arion do. It didn't look voluntary either; he looked like he hadn't been expecting it any more than I had. Oh well. I could ponder it later. The second thing that happened was Barbie blacked out. Possibly from shock caused by any number of things she'd just witnessed, like flying immortals and speedy, red eyed, fangtastic vampires. I took the moment that followed the first to snatch Barbie up from the wet pavement and speed to my dormitory, which was huge and literally all mine. A penthouse, with multiple rooms and a balcony. Basically a big apartment. A 20th birthday present from my daddy dearest. I let her on the guest room bed and pulled up a chair in the lounge. Fainting from shock didn't last that long did it? I didn't have all night to wait... Plus, I didn't really want to have to explain that whole fight back at the pub. But where else could I go? I knew some pretty nice benches down in central park... Perfect.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Feb 4, 2011 0:08:03 GMT
My eyes began to blink slowly open as I regained some consciousness. I had a bizzar dream about a big fight between... Holy shit it was real. That woke me up. Well, that and the fact that someone was lifting me off the bed I had been lying on. "Let me go" I screamed, kicking my feet. I hadn't realised it was Devlin until I was in his arms. It didn't make me feel any better though. I had a feeling he had ulterior motives. And it didn't help that he was dome sort of... Something! I stopped kicking but I stared at him. "Temperance Devlin if you do not let my down right now I will bite you" I think he thought I was joking...
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Feb 7, 2011 18:42:45 GMT
I’d been laying her down on a guest bed, when she began to kick, and scream, and seriously go mental in my arms. “Hey hey! Calm calm!” I hushed her, growling. “Temperance Devlin if you do not let my down right now I will bite you!" She snarled, sounding perfectly serious. I blinked at her, hen burst out into a fit of laughter as I dropped her onto the bed like a rag doll. “Did you really just threaten to bite me, Barbie?” I knew she didn’t see the irony in that statement, which just made it a hell of a lot funnier for me. I chuckled and fell back onto a sofa n the room. “Ah, Barbie, innocent little naïve Barbie...” I coined, grinning crookedly. “That’s... that’s pretty funny.” I nodded, loving the intense annoyance in her eyes.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Feb 18, 2011 23:46:40 GMT
If he hadn’t put me down I would have most defiantly bit him by now. “What the fuck was that?!” I demanded, gesturing towards the street. “With you and that Arion guy?! First of all, I’m not some pimp you can bet. Ever. So never try that again.” I was standing at the edge of the bed, looking down at him. I felt kind of tall. He looked less than bored. “And another thing, how the hell are you still alive?! He bet the shit out of you. And him... him... he had a fucking bottle in his stomach?! But he still kept fighting. And if it wasn’t for me you’d probably be dead so don’t look so bored when I’m talking to you” I was almost screaming at this stage. I was absolutely furious at him. And I probably wouldn’t have let that last bit slip. Shit.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Feb 23, 2011 10:12:32 GMT
I was suddenly much less bored with her rant when she mentioned that last bit. “What do you mean, if it wasn’t for you?” I questioned, pushing her down so she wasn’t so tall. “You’re telling me you had something to do with that little flying lesson Arion took back there?” I leaned against the bedpost, scrutinising her expression. She looked pissed off, defiant and weary, all at the same time. I could see she was regretting letting that slip. I grinned crookedly. I suppose, anything was possible these days. I was a vampire, after all. I cleared my throat then held my hand out for her to shake. “I think we need to start again. A proper introduction. Shall I go first?” Yeah. I was going to anyway. “Hi. My name’s Devlin, and I’m a bloodsucking hunter of the night. A vampire. I like girls, my leather jacket, pissing people off, long strolls on the beach...” I chuckled. “Your turn, Barbie.”
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Post by Frankie Blake on Feb 24, 2011 1:09:17 GMT
I glared at him, after her pushed me down. He was such an asshole! He demanded answers from me, but then just grinned his cocky grin. He looked as if he wanted to charm me. But then he started introducing himself, again. A vampire? I was a bit shocked but I certainly didn't let it show. I thought about this. It kinda made sense. A vampire could have survived that. And Arion was one to. Devlin wasn't selling me for sex. It was for blood. This made my blood boil, but I breathed out slowly, taking his hand. "Franklin Blake. Witch. I like to stay up partying all night. I also like girls and hate people who try and sell me for sex. And blood" I glared at him again, ready with countless spell if I needed them.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Mar 4, 2011 23:17:58 GMT
I grinned. "We have those things in common then." Rightio, theres something else I learned about Barbie here; she believes things way too easy. "Alright Barbie," I pulled up a chair. "Lets chat. You say you're a witch? I know a witch." My mind flashed to Jinny. "But I've never seen any 'bite-my-lip-off-and-call-me-Sven' awe-inducing magic. Its been bugging me. You say you're a witch... So do something... Witchy." I sat forward and sanded my hands together. "Oh! And awe-worthy." I added.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 24, 2011 4:20:44 GMT
I raised an eyebrow. Just one, it was one of many strange things I was skilled at. If he expected me to do anything for him he was sorely mistaken. I opened my mouth to tell him to go fuck him self but I stopped and smiled sweetly. "Okay, fine," I shrugged, "Have it your way." I started to make objects fly across the room, dancing in the air. From books that were left on shelves to shoes and clothes. As I was doing this though, I concentrated on one particular object. A bottle of what appeared to be red wine. He watched, grinning, as all the objects flew back to their place, except one. The bottle remained floating above his head. "Awe-worthy enough?" I asked, keeping the bottle steady above his head without drawing attention to it.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Mar 25, 2011 20:47:22 GMT
I scrunched up my face thoughtfully, just to piss her off, as I grabbed the bottle I'd noticed floating above my head. Ah, she didn't seem to like that I'd noticed it. "Hmmm..." I grinned, tipping the bottle back and forth. "Doesn't really wow me." I put on a disappointed face, enjoying the annoyance in her expression. Ah... Barbie. Ye of such short temper. "But; if that's the best you got then..." I shrugged, pretending to brush it off as I ignorantly read the label of the bottle. Nineteen forty seven? Post war times? This bottle wasn't as matured as I'd thought.
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Post by Frankie Blake on Mar 26, 2011 6:26:52 GMT
He was an ass. A complete and utter ass. I was losing my patients with him. But I wasn't going to show him what I could do, cause then he'd know. I might not be the brightest crayon in the box but I wasn't thedullest either. I was around blue. "Sorry I had to dissapoint, Temperence. And I do appreciate your... hospitality," I snarled, "But I must be off. So you can call me a cab and I can go back to campus." I didn't know where I was or how late it was, but I did know that even if Temperence tried to keep me herehe couldn't. I had various spells running through my head.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Apr 2, 2011 0:03:21 GMT
Cab? Ha. Yeah, she wanted to leave, she could call one herself. Or better yet, she can walk. Ooh, yeah, I like that. "So soon?" I chortled. "Look, Barbie, I know I'm a prick, but lets face it, you're a bitch and I think we work well as friends. Well, maybe not friends yet, more acquaintances with wine," I held up the bottle a little. "Plus, you're kind of entertaining to be around, and I dont say that to just anyone." Twas true. Most people who weren't me sucked. Seriously. "Stay for a bit." I encouraged lightly, popping off the cap on the wine, taking a sip and offering her the bottle. "You seem like the type who likes drinking games?"
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Post by Frankie Blake on Apr 2, 2011 11:53:04 GMT
I weighed my options. I could probably get a lot more out of him if he was drunk. But then he could get a lot out of me if I was drunk. And coud you even get a vampire drunk? Also, how did I know what he was going to do to me. He could poison me. I really didn't trust him. But then how could I get out of this? "Fine," I shrugged. "Can you play Kings?" One of my favouite drinking games. If I was going to put my life in risk, why not have some fun while I'm at it?
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Apr 3, 2011 13:29:54 GMT
I chuckled and walked out of the room, waiting for her to follow. Was she really okay with drinking with a vampire? Well alright then. I wasn’t going to hurt her, but still; wow. No wonder she seemed so… Easy? Was that the word to describe her? I chuckled again as I grabbed my shotglass set and laid them out on the dining table. I sat at the head, saying, “Never heard of it. But I’m sure you’re going to tell me,” as I nodded expectantly to the chair to my left, waiting for her to sit down.
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