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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 4, 2008 12:30:51 GMT -5
It was a long night. Busy and exhausting. It was one of those nights she wished James would hire another bartender. But always thought twice about asking him or mentioning it. Another bartender would mean she would only get to keep half her tips. She didn’t like to share. She sighed softly and got onto her bike. Zipping up the jacket and pushing the helmet down on her head. She started the bike and it roared to life. Thundering below her she smiled form under the helmet and took off. They could always hear her coming or going with her bike.
She was half way home when she remembered that she had forgotten something at the bar. Her house keys. Dammit. She turned and drove back to the bar. There was barely anyone around it at that time. Ass late at night or ass early in the morning depending on how you looked at it. She pulled out in front of the place. Debating if she wanted to park in the back or not. She didn’t want to but it would be the only way James would actually hear her knocking if he was in there.
Anyone could drive a bike, and he probably was not expecting her to go back to the bar tonight. Cutting the engine she glided down the alley way easily. The head lights still on. Her heart was racing. She was a bit nervous. She pulled the helmet off her head shaking her hair easily as she hopped off the bike and moved quickly too the door raising her hand to knock.
But she couldn’t knock on the door. Something grabbed her hand. Her wrist. She took in a deep breath and screamed Turning around and hitting him hard. The man was older pale and had odd colored eyes. She kept hitting him but he didn’t let her go. In her mind she screamed not again please not again not again not again not again. Over and over in her mind. Vocally she just screamed wordless sounds as she kicked and hit the man that pushed her against the wall. Her body pinning her there.
‘its happening again, im sorry im sorry’ she thought in her mind. But only was silent now a tear rolled down her cheek as he came closer to her and she pressed her face against the wall. Turning away from him .. Her arms and legs pinned to the wall.
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Post by Crusifix Corvin on Dec 4, 2008 16:10:49 GMT -5
Standing upon the rooftop of the building, the young mans icey blue eyes seemed to randomly stare out into the sky, and then his soft gaze fixed upon the full moon above him. Work had ended late that night again, which didn't really bother him other then for the fact that he had to listen to a few of the other bouncers complain about still being there at three in the morning to help close. His hands were inside the front pockets of his jeans, and his torso was now covered by a black long sleeve turtle neck shirt that his mother had gotten just before she died. A half smirk spread across his lips at the very thought of his mother, and then his father. The young man missed them so much it was hard to bare at times. There were even times that he blamed himself for what had happened to them. If Selene and Micheal hadn't been trying to protect him they would probably still be alive today. Shaking the thoughts out of his mind, he knew better then to blame himself. He was doing what his mother and father both would have wanted for him. Living a normal life, well as normal as he possibly could.
Pulling the pack of Marlboro Mediums from his pocket, he slowly pulled out a single cigarette and let the filtered end of it rest between his lips as he replaced the pack back into his pocket. Next he pulled out the plain silver zippo and flicked it open. Liting the naked end of the cigarette he puffed on the filtered end to get it lit before replacing the lighter back into his pocket. Taking a slow darg from the cigarette his mind seemed to think about the past, and his future. Whatever that may end up being, all he knew is that the war between Vampire's and Lycan's had never ended. Even with the death of Marcus and William. Exhaling the thick grey smoke from within his lungs, he blew it out toward the moon letting it cause a silouette infront of it as he did. Turning and heading toward the hatch the led into his apartment, the young man figured that the television would be alittle more intresting then standing outside by himself.
Just as Cross pulled back the hatch which led into one of the many rooms of his secret apartment on the second floor of the building he could hear the roaring sound of a motorcycle engine. Arching a brow in wonder, he stood back up and strolled toward the edge of the building. His movements were slow, and quiet enough for only himself to her his muffled footsteps. Stopping directly above the back door of the club, his icey, electric blue gaze seemed to glow as he peered down below where he stood to the woman at the door. Fixing his gaze upon her he wondered what in the hell she was doing, until he realized that it was Hope the bartender that worked for him. Well worked for James as far as she knew but Cross was the true Owner which no one knew that at all. He worked as the head of security to stay out of the public eye just for his own safety.
Watching over her like a hawk, his ears seemed to perk up as he heard footsteps from alittle ways away from Hope. Shifting his gaze in the direction from where the sound was coming from, his eyes widened as his nostrils were filled with the scent of a Vampire. Cross' ears seemed to ring as Hope screamed when the bald figure grabbed her. Intantly his own heart seemed to beat uncontrollably within his chest. Flicking the cigarette behind him, he stood straight up and peered down into the alley way with now crimson blood red eyes that glowed more intensly then his normal blues. Stepping forward, his body dropped down the two flights of the building gracefully, and within a split second he was back upon his feet infront of the door that Hope had been knocking on. The vampire was ripping at the womans clothing when he heard a noise behind him. Mumbling something in latin, the man slammed Hope's head into the wall before turning around.
Cross' blood red eyes narrowed as Hope's body fell motionless upon the wet asfault within the alley. Hissing in disgust at the vampire, he started to circle to the right. The vampire hissed back, irriated that someone had interupted what he was doing. Watching as the figures nails started to point out, a wicked smile crept across the young mans lips. Darting to the right, and then to the left the vampire tried to keep his eyes upon Cross but it was nearly impossible. Standing directly behind the vampire, his right arm went around the mans throat and his left hand upon his bald head to give him leverage. With a graceful ease he jerked the Vampire's head to the side, and a loud snap echoed throughout the alleyway that was empty except fro Cross, Hope, and now... the dead vampire. Releasing his grip from upon the man, Cross let his body fall to the ground before darting over to Hope's side. The back of her head was bleeding and she was unconsious.
Ten minutes or so had passed and the unconsious woman was laying upon the Italian leather couch within his sicilian styled apartment that was much like a fortress and hidden from the outside word except for the black silk drapes that covered the four windows throughout the east corner of the building. Cross had stripped the leather coat she wore off her slender frame, and placed an ice pack upon a pillow for her head to rest upon. Going to the hospital was out of the question so while she layed there within his well furnished living room, he had rolled her motorcycle into the garage that he used to house his own vechicals that he rarely ever drove. His apartment was very much that of a bachelor, or a man that hadn't lived with a woman since he left his mother. Yet it didn't seem plain and boring, the furniture was obviously expensive along with the floor rugs, and the end tables. The paintings upon the dark colored walls almost seemed to make anyone think they were in Italy, or maybe even France.
Each room of the apartment was fashioned in a way that was unique to a mans taste, yet the kitchen was very pleasant it wasn't stocked with any food what so ever. The only things within the fridge were bottles of water, beer, and liquir. Within the freeze were at least twenty blood packets that he needed to survive. Cross had become accustomed to the coldness of his apartment right away but once he felt the womans skin he knew that it wasn't going to be pleasant for her when she woke up. Walking out of the living room and into a small room to the left, he balanced a large handful of wood and heaed back into the living room and infront of the black marble fireplace that hadn't seemed to be used since he built the apartment over six motnhs ago. Within moments he had a fire started, the logs started to crackle and pop as it warmed the entire room. Dusting the small pieces of wood chips from the front of his shirt, he slowly stood back up and walked to the middle of the room. Starring over at the couch that Hope layed upon he wondered why in the hell he hadn't just brought he to the hospital and left her there.
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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 5, 2008 16:04:04 GMT -5
Hope couldn’t remember anything, or even if this was all real. She started to toss on the couch. Moaning softly. She was dreaming of having a nightmare was more like it. Remembering what had happened to her a few years back. She panted softly as she moved. “no… no” she said softly tossing more. Under any other circumstances the small panting noises may have been enjoyed but not now. Her eyes darted back and forth under the thin skin of her eyelid.
She remembered so vividly. They grabbed her from behind. She didn’t even hear him. They threw her on the ground she tried to fight them but their hands their arms were like steel bands around her. Her heart is racing in her chest. She tries to get away. Struggles. His arm wrap’s around her neck and squeezes. She can feel her clothes tearing. Feel the pull of unconsciousness as he began doing unspeakable acts to her body.
She thrashed on the couch and panted sweating now. “No no no”
She cried. In her mind it was happening again. She was being violated again. what happened tonight was almost the same as what happened so many years ago and part of her wondered if it was the same man as before. She was a good at fighting. Very trained. But something’s were just too strong. And maybe she was just too scared. This guy what ever it was, affected her in both ways. She was in a daze her eyes fluttered as she started to come too. Almost out of it yet trapped in her own version of hell.
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Post by Crusifix Corvin on Dec 5, 2008 16:17:54 GMT -5
Arms crossed over his chest, he watched over the woman as she started to move about upon the couch. It took everything in him from going over to her and waking her up from the nightmere she was having but he knew that if he did that he'd after to answer questions that he wasn't exactly ready for at the moment. Hope had been attacked in the alley and he rescused, or saved her somehow. How was he going to explain that he had jumped from the rooftop to help her. Lifting his hands to the sides of his head, his finger tips slowly started to rub his temples working out the thoughts of what was soon to come. Turning his gaze to the red hot coals within the fireplace, he starred at them intently for a what seemed to be a very long time. Until the soft moans she made sent chills of horror up his spine.
Turning on his heels, his eyes fixed upon Hope once again. Hearing her plea's for whoever it was attacking her in the dream to stop his eyes shifted back to a crimson red color as anger built inside of him. Someone had hurt her before, the nightmere she was having soon engulfed his mind and it was almost like he was there. Standing a few feet away from her and the figure tearing at her clothes. Taking a deep breath he shook the vision out of his mind. Watching over Hope once more he tried his best to not see what was running through her mind. Inching toward her, his steps were quiet. Now only a foot or so away from the couch he starred down at her face.
Hope reminded him of someone that had been very special to him at one time that very moment, and a horrible memory flooded his mind as he saw his mother being killed right infront of him. Tears weld up in his eyes as he starred down at Hope's restless body. Reaching up and rubbing his eyes he pushed back the tears of sorrow, and pain as her eyes started to open. "Hope..." His words were soft, and gentle toward her. Kneeling down next to the couch he waitted for her to fully wake up before he said another word.
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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 5, 2008 16:27:41 GMT -5
Her name he said her name. but only in her dream it wasn’t the nameless bouncer, it was the attacker that said her name. her heart pounded in her chest, blood pumping through her veins rushing past her hears giving everything an underwater effect. Her eyes opened and she took in a deep gasping breath as she sat up abruptly moving quickly against the sofa ready to swing at anything that approached her before she could associate herself with the surroundings.
Her heart seemed to pound harder. The smell of fear poured off her as she looked around the room and at the male kneeling beside her .her hands were shaking. She blinked this didn’t look like the club, or the alleyway. “what…” she shook her head and stood up the look in her eye was almost feral in nature as she stood onto of the couch cushions. Her head was throbbing pounding it hurt so bad. “What happened.. “ she asked. You could tell by her body position she was going to hit him if he moved.
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Post by Crusifix Corvin on Dec 5, 2008 16:43:54 GMT -5
Cross' eyes widened as she quickly sat up and starred directly at him. Her swift movements surprised him and made his lips press together tightly as he debated on backing away from her or not. Deciding that wouldn't be a bad idea, he slowly arched a brow as she jumped up to her feet. Her body language told him that she was going to try and fight him which also told him that Hope didn't know weather he was the attacker or not. Bright blue hues fixed upon her shaking hands as she asked him what had happened.
Staying quiet for a moment, he slowly held his hands up infront of him so that she knew he wasn't going to try anything. "I was walking down the street when I heard you scream from within the alley." He might have been lying about walking down the street but explaining to her that he had jumped from the rooftop would only bring up questions, he decided to beat around the bush about what had exactly happened and give her a false story that somewhat told the truth. "I ran up and before I could get to you he had slammed your head into the wall... I ran him off and carried you up here."
Pausing for a moment, his eyes shifted to the pillow where the ice pack that her head had been resting on before he continued. "I brought you up here, he tore some of your clothing so I covered you up." Nodding to the rip in her shirt and her leather pants, he slowly shifted his weight upon his feet. Cross didn't know whatelse to say to her, his eyes stayed fixed upon her own as he waitted for her to say something, anything.
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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 5, 2008 17:02:32 GMT -5
Hope took in a deep breath when he spoke. She blinked at him and relaxed her body slightly. She looked down and saw her pants had been ripped. Torn at the seems on the left side. Bothe back and front sides were folded out away from her body. If her pants hadent been so tight they might have fallen off her body already. The tear was large enough thought, to expose the small group of black stars on her front hip and to show that she was wearing only those pants.
She looked down and then back at him. Was she ashamed and embarrassed.? Hell no she was glad to be alive. She relaxed a bit and blinked again still standing on the couch with her boots and everything. Her body still shaking a bit as she took in yet another deep breath. “Thanks…” at least this one is still alive, she thought briefly remembering what happened to the last guy that tried to help her. That poor guy, she had almost killed him.
She licked her lips and stared at him before asking. “Where am I?” she sighed softly looking down at her pants. How was she going to fix these…. Her hand moved up tp her head. Hissing as she touched it she said “fuck im bleeding”
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Post by Crusifix Corvin on Dec 6, 2008 14:12:21 GMT -5
When he noticed that her body was finally beginning to untense he took in a deep breath that seemed to releave his mind of thoughts that passed about her wanting to kill him with her bare hands. Trailing down her slender, curvy body with bright blue hues his gaze lingered upon her bare hip where the small stars were upon her lightly tanned skin. Tracing the outline of her tattoo's his eye pupils a soft smile spread across his lips. Cross hadn't noticed that before because he had been worried about her well being. Sure he had noticed that her pants were barely covering anything but he hadn't let his eyes linger upon her attractive body in anyway other then care after she had been attacked in the alley.
Hearing her thank him, he nodded slowly before saying a word. "There's no need to thank me, I'm just glad I got there before..." His voice drifted off and his eyes turned as he remembered her plea's for whatever she had been dreaming about while she had been upon his couch just moments before. Slowly standing straight up he turned slowly and sat down upon the couch. When she asked where they were, he hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "We're in my apartment... Above the club." He told her truthfully hoping that she didn't question why he lived above their work place. Watching as she felt behind her head, he gently reached out and touched her arm. "Don't touch it." Taking ahold of her wrist he stood back up and puleld her gently to the bathroom down the small hallway.
Motioning toward the tiolet he waitted for her to sit down as he pulled upon the cabinet above the sink. Taking a bottle of cut cleaner and a couple of cotton balls from a platic bag he layed them upon the side of the sink. "Lean forward so I can clean it up." He told her as he stood directly infront of her waitting. The more she seemed to relax the more she reminded him of his mother which in a way was very disturbing yet relaxing even to himself. Hope was beautiful, he had noticed she was attractive when they were at the club working but he hadn't even been up this close, to notice how bright her eyes were, and how curvy her body was behind the little clothing left upon her body.
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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 6, 2008 15:20:31 GMT -5
She was so grateful for him being there. She didn’t want to imagine what would happened to her what would have happened to her had she been left there. That guy could have and probably would have killed her when he was finished. But she was alive now. And that’s all that mattered. Right.
She stared at him for a moment and tilted her head a small smirk cracked her lips as she looked at his line of view, noticing that he was looking at her, really looking at her. She flinched slightly when he touched her arm but licked her lips for a moment and took in a deep breath as he grabbed her wrists. He led her to the bathroom. Her heart started pumping again as she moved behind him.
Probably not the time to do so but her eyes wandered. Her thoughts were less then tasteful on the surface of her mind. ‘he’s pretty hot, don’t know why I didn’t really notice before. Well his face was always attractive but I never really got a chance to look at his body, it was always dark.’ she thought as her thoughts trailed in and out. She sat down in front of him on the toilet and in some sick way as she watched him she got suddenly excited. This was quite a position she was in really. The level of where she sat to where he stood.. His words interrupted her and she tilted her head forward. Hissing softly as he touched the wound in her head.
How could she be thinking of sex at a time lie this. She snarled her lip and made a funny face as he continued to clean her head. Making some kind of conversation to quell the silence of the bathroom she said “So you live right above the club huh. that’s interesting, you must have been their first employee..?” she chuckled softly
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Post by Crusifix Corvin on Dec 6, 2008 16:01:49 GMT -5
Standing there infront of her he slowly poured some of the disinfecting liquid upon one of the cotton balls. Suddenly, he stopped what he was doing as her thoughts consumed his mind. Slowly a soft smile appeared upon his face as he realized that she thought he was attractive. Hpe's thoughts weren't like the rest of the females were most of the time when he was walking around the club or so he thought. Most of the women that seen him at the club found him mysterious and imagined what they would do to him if they brought Cross home. Chuckling softly to himself, he gently touched the top of her head and guided it so that she had to stare at the floor. Slowly pulling back the long strands of hair, he dabbed the cotton ball around on the shallow cut.
Reaching over for another cotton ball, Cross almost knocked the bottle of disinfectiate to the floor when he next set of thoughts made his ears ring. Chills of excitement showered over him and he had to take a deep shallow breath to calm his nerves before she figured he was as attracted to her as she was him. Cross was thankful when she finally started to speak again breaking the ackword silence. "Ya, I suppose you could say that." It was better for her to believe that he just worked at the club and didn't own it. The less he told himself about her the better. All he knew if that if she needed anything from the fridge he'd have to get it. The idea of seeing the look on her face if she seen the bloodpacks seemed to make his skin crawl.
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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 6, 2008 16:14:16 GMT -5
No Hope didn’t generally think like other woman did. She thought more like a male. Sheer male thoughts corrupted her brain and thinking process. But the thoughts generally weren’t text or voice recognition. It was images that she would piece together. Images that she would paint in her mind. She took in a deep breath and she liked her lips trying to clear her mind. Trying to grab hold of the norm and push the pornographic scenes out of her mind.
The hard bodies fading in and out together teeth pressing on lips biting nails scratching a back. Legs wrapped around bodies. Beads of sweat rolling down the curves of the entangled bodies, the pants and moans grunts and groans that came with the territory. She bit her own lip and took in a shaky breath from her nose. He looked strong. Like he could pick her up and hurt her. But it was always different when she wanted it. Scary yes a little but it was a good kind of scary, the kind of scary that made her want to rip her own clothes off.
She swallowed hard and thought to herself that she was totally damaged. She nearly got killed and all she could think about was doing some bad naughty things to this guy that saved her. Maybe it was his heroics that was so attractive, or maybe it was just his ass.. Either way she didn’t know. She reached up and grabbed his hands at the wrist. Her head hurt, and him touching it didn’t make it feel better.
She brought his hands down away from her head and placed them on her face so they cradled her face and she leaned into them easily slightly. Closing her eyes for a moment before she looked up to him. Her eyes held something something different in them. Something wild.
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Post by Crusifix Corvin on Dec 6, 2008 16:27:28 GMT -5
Cleaning up the cut on the back of her head, he tried to be as gentle with her as he possibly could. Cross was just about finished when her thoughts flooded his mind once again. His heart seemed to stop as his lungs hesitated from taking in another breath. The sheer images off their naked bodies tangled together sent his mind into the depths of somewhere he hadn't traveled in a very long time. The young man stood as still at a statue as he followed her the images that consumed both of their minds. An electricity shot through his entire body as her small hands touched his cool skin. He couldn't move, couldn't breath, couldn't even think as his hands were brought to the sides of her face. Trying his best to look away from her eyes as his finger tips touched her face, but he couldn't look away from her. Not now, and he didn't have a clue as to why not.
Watching intently as Hope leaned into his touch, his heart started to beat abruptly in his chest now as he was finally able to take in a deep breath. Everything in him yearned to touch, caress, and protect this woman but deep down he knew that it was wrong to take advantage of her state of mind right now. Cross knew that he held the power to do whatever he wanted just by the sheer images inside her head alone and that didn't sit well with him. "Um..." Hesitating for a moment, his eyes lingered upon her soft lushish lips as he tried to find words to say but he couldn't. Kneeling down some he slowly caressed her warm cheeks with his thumbs as he leaned forward only inches away from her own lips now. Shifting his gaze back to her beautiful eyes a warm smiled crossed his lips. "Better?"
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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 8, 2008 13:53:20 GMT -5
Hope just stared at him. His face was so close to hers. Was it better? Was what better? She thought? No no it was not. Was her answer. Time seemed to pause at that moment. Or at least slow as her mind raced. Her heart raced. Pumping blood through her veins that lay just under her skin. She licked her lips and scooted forward on the seat easily. So each one of her legs was touching the sides of his body easily. Almost teasing. If not teasing him most certainly teasing herself. “No “ she whispered softly and smiled.
She stared at him her eyes meeting his easily before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his softly. She wanted to kiss him, he saved her, and she was thankful. But how thankful she was really didn’t matter when she kissed him. that’s not why she did it. Her lips parted and she pushed her tongue past her lips to caress along his for a moment, begging for entrance into his mouth. If he denied her then so be it. She would pull back and probably be a little embarrassed. If not, well that was another story.
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Post by Crusifix Corvin on Dec 8, 2008 16:34:05 GMT -5
Cross' body shuddered slightly as her legs parted and pressed against the sides of his legs. He wasn't on his knees but he was standing directly infront of her with his hands upon the sides of her face. As her body scooted forward, excitement coarsed through his entire body. Suddenly is mind went foggy and he didn't even know what in the hell was going on at that very moment. His mind came to as she whispered one word that seemed to make his ears ring. No, she wasn't better? Finally noticing that his heart had almost stopped he took in a deep breath trying to gather his composure.
Starring directly into her eyes as she leaned forward more, he didn't pull away as her lips pressed against his own. All he could do was kiss her back passionately as his hands trailed down her shoulders and around the small of her back. Kneeling down more, he held onto her tightly as he easily lifted her off of the toilet. Now craddling her within his arms as her legs stayed wrapped around his waistline he turned he placed her upon the counter of the sink making her at eye level with him now. Feeling her tongue against his lips, he couldn't help but smile into the kiss as he parted them and let her enter his mouth.
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Post by Hope Michaels on Dec 8, 2008 17:45:30 GMT -5
Her arms wrapped around his neck her body tense yet relaxed. Heart pounding in her chest. She sighed softly into their pressed lips and even made a soft noise of shock when he lifted her off the seat placing her onto the sink. He parted his lips and her tongue slid into his mouth, finding his tongue and caressing it gently. Her fingers moved to run through his hair easily a few times ending on his face. Her hands small and soft tenderly touching his face.
Her breaths a little heavy as she leaned into him. What was she thinking. What was happening? She didn’t even know. All she knew is that she wanted to kiss him. She had some kind of feeling of safety when she was here now. Safer then shed ever felt before in her life. She kissed him like she would crawl right into his mouth. Pulled him closer like she wanted him to do the same. Only for a few more moments before she pulled away slightly licking his lips playfully. Her mouth hovering over his slightly. “that Better?” she asked arching a brow. Her mind said No still. The tension of her mental images was almost crippling to her. She bit her lip and stared in his eyes waiting for a response.
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