A soon to be catalyst.

[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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CJ slowed from a run to a melancholy amble, he glanced behind him. The snow that covered forest floor was scattered with a fresh coating of pine needles, the sheer velocity of his run has ripped them from the comfort of there natural habitat and had scattered them before their time onto the forest floor. His eyes drifted across the surroundings, everything was white, so blissfully white it probably should hurt his eyes. A lot of things in this situation should hurt him. The blistering cold, it must have been atleast in the minus numbers, yet there he was his torso and feet bare, the only flesh not on show was from a pair of tracksuit bottoms that he’d taken off a hiker he had come across. Needless to say he was feeling satisfied and the hiker wouldn’t be needing them. He didn’t feel the cold, if anything he was the perfect temperature, the cold couldn’t penetrate his skin- reaching his veins to freeze him to death. The cold would never succeed in this task, CJ was the worlds best predator, nothing could hurt him, nothing could stop him, everything about him lured people into his little trap. Even more it was near enough impossible for CJ to die, he had already died once. It had happened one Autumnal night, he had been riding his horse King through the vast meadow of his parent’s ranch the night before his unwanted wedding, a creature, like CJ was now had done this to him. CJ was sure if King hadn’t somehow distracted the creature then he wouldn’t be “alive” if that is what you call it, he would be like that hiker he had just attended to. He never made it any longer or painful than necessary, he didn’t see the point on the matter- the pain he had experienced that faithful night in the meadow though a distant blurred memory was still there, for that reason alone he often didn’t make himself noticeable to his victims, he crept up on them and ended it so they wouldn’t suffer more than a second. You see CJ was a vampire.
When he was younger he’d heard tales of vampires, during the time witches were burnt at the stake. CJ was a century and a half old now, yet frozen at the age of eighteen- not that he really cared, his looks had always been important to him. He had attracted female wherever he went, and it hadn’t stopped when he was given immortality, if he came across a female while he was feeding they would not run, he could feel their riveting gaze over his naked torso. CJ wasn’t interested in females, he’d never met one that had captured him, they were all the same, and nothing about them was different. He stopped, he had reached a small break in the tree’s in which he picked up the distinct scent of horses, he’d always loved horses, King had been his only true friend. He silently walked over to the fence that separated him and the horses, he laid his arms on the wooden fence that was glistening with frost, if a human had done so steam would appear from the heat melting the frost. The frost stayed perfect with CJ’s arms rested on them. A deep sigh left his throat and smile appearing on his face. The herd of horses, three in total, heads shot up, they were clearly startled that they hadn’t heard or sensed him around they tore away the ground ripping up beneath their hooves. “If I wanted to eat you running would be no good,” the horses held no appeal to him, he had always been on a stereotypical normal vampire diet of humans that was why his eyes were a startling crimson red. He stepped backwards heading back into the woods just as snowflakes began to fall, he could make out every single difference between each flake, strange enough he could even smell the snow. He decided he would take a slow walk through the woods, he didn’t know where he was or what time it was. Time no longer mattered to him, neither did where he was, when you have forever there is really no need to pay attention to these insignificant details. His nostrils flared, another vampire was near. He sunk down into an aggressive stance and crept forward, he rounded the corner the vampire was less than a meter away. A predatory growl escaped his throat, but was cut short. CJ straightened up, his jaw much to his embarrassment hung open like a goldfish, to heighten his embarrassment even further a gasp exploded from his open mouth. In front of him stood the most beautiful vampire he had ever seen (other than himself of course).

Tag: Indie.
Wordcount: 783
Notes: I got bored! So I thought I’d give it ago. You can eat all my cookies if its wrong.

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

It all smelled so tasty, so tantalizing, so tempting. It lured Indie to the balcony of the hotel room that she’d, ahem, “acquired” from an Italian woman in her mid to late twenties, clothes, money, cable, view and all. Included in the last category was a shower, which she’d already used to remove the goopy, still dripping black blood that only looked red where the light highlighted it from her alabaster skin with scalding hot water from a sterling silver faucet attached to mint green tiled walls. Out here on the balcony, the wind would have usually sent a chill down her spine, especially factoring in her damp hair and state of undress in the current winter month of December. But the breeze felt more like the caress of a long-lost friend, warm and welcoming, urging her to go out and enjoy the darkness like the creature of the night she’d become.

With a sigh of defeat, the female turned on her heel and sauntered casually back into the hotel room without bothering to close the glass doors to the balcony- she’d never admit it, but the sounds of the budding Massachusetts night life thrilled her. It seemed like the people thought that they could drown out the shadows with lights and the sheer number of them that still soberly populated the streets at the drunken hour of two in the morning. As she passed through the room, she opened the drawers of the dresser and the doors of the closet to inspect her choices for a wardrobe for the evening’s festivities until every article of clothing was on display for her already critiquing garnet gaze.

“Huh,” she murmured to no one in particular, edging toward the dresser and carefully plucking a pair of whiskered dark-wash jeans from the cherry wood tomb and holding them up to herself to admire. “Maybe I should move to Italy. They have good taste.”

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The bodies and smells and heat pressing against the poor less than two month old newborn vampire on all sides in the club had been enough to nearly make her attack the first human she saw. Probably the guy smoking a cigarette with an Italian accent when he’d purred that he liked her dress in her ear who had smelled like pine and the mineral in stream water. But, it had been worth it, as she’d gotten to hunt and was now overly full, sloshy even. That, and only that, guaranteed that she could walk through the snow covered forests of Erving State Forest, full of sleeping families on camping trips during Christmas break or late night hikers or horseback riders or the occasional couple getting it on in the bushes who didn’t even notice her as she skirted past them, casting an amused glance in their direction and then politely looking away. After all, that was what she’d become: a demon who needed their blood to survive, but who glided past them in the middle of the night when they were having sex in the middle of the snow covered forest. Common vampire courtesy and what all that other guideline stuff she’d had to sit through three days of torture and learn.

The further into the forest she went, the darker and quieter it got, which was a relief on her enhanced senses. Indie actually found herself reaching up and massaging the back of her ear, as if that could actually soothe the aching eardrum deep within her ear canal. The steady beat of the club, the chaotic illusion of a rhythm that the heartbeats around her had woven that made the back of her throat burn, the husky voice in her ear of the prey who’d mistakenly thought he was the predator calling her Becky after she’d bent the truth and told him her name was Rebecca. She stopped walking, leaning her shoulder and upper arm on one of the trees that were just everywhere, palms pressed over her ears.

It took her a second to gather her thoughts, to keep herself from breaking down into a pathetic heap of dry sobs, before straightening back up and letting her hands fall back down to her sides. She instantly went stiff, instinctively dropping down into a crouch and narrowing her violet- thank you blue contacts!- eyes. For a sixteenth of a second, she had the time to regret choosing the flow-y black dress that just barely reached her fingertips with decretive brass studding and tasteful little cutout notches to display the milky flesh on her hips. It really wasn’t going to be practical if she was going to have to fight a more experienced vampire. At least she hadn’t chosen one of the many pairs of stiletto heels; she may be more graceful, but the black suede thigh high boots- flat, black suede knee thigh boots- were definitely the better choice… especially considering the fact that she of the female variety and enjoyed being able to show off the fact that she’d gotten leggier.

Many things happened at once: The other vampire rounded the corner, a growl rippling from his throat and then cutting short as he straightened up and went slack-jawed, making him appear very similar to a goldfish. If goldfish were, y’know, all bare-chested and tan and macho and handsome and strong jawed and red eyed and embarrassed and awed and funny and menacing all at the same time. Despite herself, one corner of Indie’s lips quirked up into a smile because of just how hilarious he looked, all confused and caught off guard and what not, but she quickly admonished the little bit of emotion and growled, low and ferocious and very close to what she’d heard her friend’s dog do when he’d been backed into a corner before being taken to the vets. But that’s what vampires did, right? They growled when faced with another vampire, and then they either fought until someone died or ran away or they nodded to each other in recognition that they were both bad ass enough to live and keep keeping little kids awake at night and stealing the Boogie Man’s job and then part ways. Right?

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Posting with- Siege (medium-ish rant required to explain)
Lookin' like- this
Listening to- ANYTHING
Word Count- 1024
Notes- This is the real post. How many quote worthy quotes do I have in there, anyways? My friend would say seven, I think.

[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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CJ quickly recovered himself, his gaze riveting over her. The small black dress clung to her figure, insinuating her small waist and curves in all the right places. The long boots making her long legs prominent to his wandering gaze. His eyes met hers and a small grin lit his face, upon noticing that she was doing the same to him. A growl ripped from her throat, CJ raised an eyebrow. His eyes dancing with amusement, a low chuckle softly left his lips. He stood like that for a minute, while she was in her aggressive stance. His eyebrow was still raised quizzically; if he was human he would have been suffering from an acute case of facial cramps by now. He wasn't fazed at the fact he had a vampire ready to attack in front of him in the slightest, a slightly cocky smirk appeared on his perfectly chiseled features as he let out a long, low yawn and leant back against the pine trees jagged bark trunk.
"If you're going to rip my throat out please go ahead.¨ his voice echoed around the silent forest. His penetrating red gaze never leaving her face. "It would probably be of a tad more interest having you maul me than this,¨ gesturing around him. He purposefully dragged his gaze over her, insinuating it. With that he dropped down onto the snow, lying on his back, ironically making a snow angel. Yet he was unsure if being a creature of eternal damnation could it be possible for him to make a snow angel? Probably a snow demon, he wouldn¡¦t be surprised if some godly people came along and started spraying him with holy water. What did they think he was the wicked witch of the west. He knew he was a vampire but come on, The Wizard of Oz was just a tad to far fetched for even a vampire to believe. He lay there perfectly still for a moment, aware of the flakes that were settling gently on his toned six pack muscles. He raised his head, snow flakes settled in the back of his hair causing the style to go ever so slightly out of place, he flashed her a wicked grin and a tantalizing wink. "Come on then? Maul me? Even the eternally dead¡¨ haven't got all day." He watched her positioning carefully, infact what he was saying was true. He had lived for over a century as eternally damned and frankly it wouldn't bother him a whole lot if I really did end. It would mean no more feasting on humans and taking away their lives as the vampire had done him.
He sighed, standing up and brushing himself down. Ruffling the back of is head as he did so, making his hair perfect yet again. This natural ability to make his hair perfect was something people would envy, all it took was a slight ruffle and it looked as though it had been perfectly styled for hours on end. He stood for a moment taking in the expression of the vampire in front of him, wanting to be sure that she wouldn't attack. Though he wouldn't mind the attack, his predatory urges may take over and he could end up infact hurting her. He took a step closer to the vampire, and realized infact how much smaller than him she was. She was about a foot smaller than him, he smirked and brushed away a snowflake that had settled on her cheek- hoping infact that this action would not cause him to lose a hand. He had become accustomed to having his right hand and would miss it greatly if it met its end in such a way. With the same hand he held it out, taking Indies hand and pressing it gently to his lips. He may have been around a long time, but he hadn't forgotten manners or how to treat a lady.
"My name is Christopher James, but you can call me CJ," motioning downwards at himself with a grin lighting up his face. "And you are,¨ he mirrored the motioning image to the extremely tantalizing vampire, a slight playful spark appearing in his eye.


Tag: Indie.
Wordcount: 701
Notes: Took me longer than expected, the annoyingly bad timed phonecall from my male bestfriend Chris and his girlfriend Kayleigh was the cause of my distraction. Indie may eat them as her next meal, she has my permission ļ

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

His eyes unnerved her. The look they held made her uncomfortable, almost to the point where she wanted to bite her lip and shift her weight from one foot to another like a human would do when nervous. It wasn’t like he was looking at her like she was something to eat- been there, done that, got the scar and lost the heartbeat. Rather, he looked like he was sizing her up and stripping her down only to the skin, like he didn’t seem to care that she possessed a mind and a conscience and a thought process beneath the black clad alabaster front.

She blanched when he told- no, invited- her to come and rip his throat out, to maul him. He wanted to die? He didn’t care? She personally may not like this lifestyle, but she loved humanity- vampirity?- enough to not want her existence to end. Especially not when a whole new world of possibilities had just been revealed to her in the form of a tragic accident. Her eyes narrowed in confusion slowly, head tilting a fraction of a millimeter to the side as she wondered about his sanity and about her odds to stumble across the only vampire who could legally be in both the morgue and an insane asylum.

Her theory that he was insane was only being proven more and more right when he fell to the ground and made a snow angel. Had living longer than humans were supposed to live reversed his mental stability? Was he getting mentally younger, instead of older and therefore wiser as vampires were supposed to? With movements that would have been faster than she’d be able to see had she been human, he rose again- Indie tried to push away the thought of how much that sentence sounded like it should be describing a vampire rising from a coffin at night to go feed- and fixed his hair, and then stepped closer to her. The latter action set her even more on edge. She felt like she was balancing precariously on the tip of a knife, just waiting for this strange, loopier than Fruit Loops elder of hers to make her take one wrong step that would result in a fall off the blade that would chop her in half.

Time slowed as her eyes followed the movement of his arm, carefully tracking the ascent that the limb made up to her face. When skin finally came in contact with skin, everything came back into focus so fast that it left her mind a little dizzy. Everything was too clear: the crisp scent of the newly fallen snow, the sharp tang of pine, the rich scent that clung to this male’s skin, the fizzling of her nerves from where he touched her, the heat that was so different, so contradicting to the last time a vampire had touched her. In a panic-induced haste, she struck forward with the speed of the inter-phylum spawn of a cheetah and a cobra to sink her teeth into his forearm.

To her surprise, it wasn’t similar to biting a rock. More like biting into a perfectly cooked sirloin steak at the restaurant that her parents used to take her to on her birthday, except not as bloody or juicy or tasty. Hesitantly, she drew her teeth out of his skin, sinking away from him completely unsure what to expect. He may have the advantage of being older than her, but she was faster and stronger and more judgmental of others.

She felt bad about biting him when he introduced himself as CJ, and she straightened up, realizing just how short she was compared to him. Sheepishly, an apologetic smile worked its way onto her lips, though her mind was cranking away furiously at a choice that now lay for her choosing: did she tell him her real name, or make one up? The Becky Sawyer that she’d been using all night could easily satisfy him, but something in her tugged toward the truth. “Indie Hayes,” she answer simply, still a little sheepish after biting him.

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Posting with- CJ <3
Listening to- anything and everything
Word Count- 685
Notes- Gah everyone’s so distracting!

[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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CJ looked down at his arm, which had a large teeth indent in and a slight tear in the flesh. Only a vampire could cause this damage. He looked from his arm, to her face and back to his arm. Somewhat impersonating a goldfish, yet again. Something had troubled him though, not necessarily troubled in a bad sense. When he had touched this vampire’s face something strange had happened. It was almost as if electric currents had ran down his arms, everything seemed to switch into high definition yet at the same time it blurred. The only thing his eyes could focus on was this vampire, and since her teeth had clamped into his flesh he stood there shell-shocked. A logical predatorial immediate reaction from any vampire would be to react aggressively, yet CJ just stood there unmoved just staring. It wasn’t the same staring as before, the ogling. This was different. He looked at her and saw the fire in her eyes, the look of defiance when he had stroked her cheek, the slight amount of shock, disbelief, confusion and the one that made a smile mirror back onto his face also was the slight grin displayed on her face. She looked like a child who had been caught sneaking sweets when they know they’re not allowed to. Putting it bluntly CJ was dumbstruck, he’d never paid this much detail to a female before whether it be in his human lifespan or his eternal so far lifespan- yet here he was having illogical thoughts about her.
He took a step backwards once her teeth had released his flesh, as she introduced herself as Indie Hayes. He looked downwards at his arm one final time and glanced back to her. “Well I wasn’t using that patch of flesh anyway…” he muttered, poking at the slight wound. “On the plus side I suppose I’m lucky I still have a functioning arm right?” he gave her a reassuring smile, recognizing the slight sheepishness on her face.
“I wouldn’t worry about it…its only collateral damage. I’m sure my insurance company will love you. Relatively newborn? Or a vampire version of a human hermit avoiding all contact with other vampires? Though I wouldn’t blame you, I try to avoid contact with them as much as possible. Especially after Dracula… Transylvania was just a tad to… vampish for my liking, what with the cape and everything…” he looked at her face and realized his was babbling on. “Way to go CJ” he thought, cursing himself. “Ah man, that was so cheesy… I’m not usually this… well… this,” gesturing downwards. “I’m usually Mr. Smooth and all that shizz, yet here I am bumbling around for words rambling about a fictional vampire. I’m putting it down to the aftershock of being viciously mauled by a fierce blood thirsty vampire…” giving her a playful grin. “Did I just say shizz!? Oh holy Jesus on a bicycle… why am I talking about Jesus on a bike!?” CJ kicked himself inside mentally. “I think I might just shut up now before I make even more fool of myself in front of you,” he shuck his head, in disbelief how much he’d just blown it. CJ had never had problems attracting or impressing girls let alone talking to them. Yet here he was being growled at, bitten and now talking about the lords son riding a bicycle… something was seriously wrong in the world, CJ gave up and dropped down onto the snow putting his head in his hands in disbelief laughing to himself, maybe eternal damnation was finally getting to him.


Tag: Indie.
Wordcount: 612
Notes:Nom Nom Nom the joys of eating olives and talking to stephii about radioactive spiders seem to send CJ into mental instability. I was sat here for most of this thread like “CJ WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” it was news to me as much as it was to Indie

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

She really was surprised that he didn’t try to get back at her, the whole eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth deal. In this case, she supposed that he should have gnawed a piece of her flesh off or something… which probably wouldn’t have been the smartest of ideas. Lately, she’d found that in times of high stress (and she couldn’t think of anything more stressful than having another vampire trying to bite off a chunk of her arm) her mind seemed a little less like her own. When she hunted, for example. Stressful? Check. Not entirely in control of what she was doing? Check. Since becoming a vampire, it seemed that an autopilot setting had been implanted into her mind. Though she’d never had the misfortune of testing if it triggered when another vampire attacked her, she would stake any amount of money she could steal on a bet that it would. Stake, ooh, bad choice of wording.

So when he merely prodded at the piece of epidermis hanging on by a very thin little fragment of a millimeter, her theory that he was clinically insane cemented itself into the forefront of her mind. True, he wasn’t really using that patch of flesh (she considered him lucky that she didn’t bite down hard enough to tear off any of the dermis, which she figured would have still hurt like hell even for a vampire) but still! No reaction? Not even a “What the hell was that for!?” She’d have been satisfied with that. People yelled at her, or scolded her all the time. Well, not lately; but up until two months ago she’d been to blame for anything that went wrong in the house because her little brother couldn’t possibly have done it: he was only fourteen!

“On the plus side I suppose I’m lucky I still have a functioning arm right?” His comment snapped Indie out of her revelry. The one good thing she’d found about being a vampire was that her thought process was faster, so that she could get more off topic thoughts crammed into a smaller amount of space before being rudely dragged back to the present. A good thing, with as fucked up of a thought process as she had. Nodding slowly, she smiled. Though, it was more a way to show her teeth than a genuine show of happiness of amusement. “I’ve been known to break a few things that aren’t easily broken, so I guess you are lucky to still have that arm.”

His insurance company would love her? Her eyebrows knitted together at that, lips turning down at the corners in the slightest hint of a puzzled frown. Was there such a thing as a vampire insurance company, and if there was would they really love her? Oh God, this was giving her headache- was it even possible for vampires to even get headaches? What even caused headaches anyways? Indie very much wanted to press her palms against her skull to hold it together, because it currently felt like it was shattering all over again. Twice in two months: a new record. A quiet groan escaped her lips as he continued his insistent babbling- the questions now bobbing around inside of her head had been drowning him out, but she’d distinctly caught the word “shizz” twice. Her eyebrow had arched the first time and then drawn closer to her hairline the second. “Would you please just shut up?” she asked, a tad bit rudely she realized after it was too late to reel the words back into her mouth. He dropped down to the ground, head between his hands, and she thought for a second that she’d really hurt him emotionally or something until his words caught up with her. All the babbling and bumbling aside, his final sentence dawned on her. “I think I might just shut up now before I make even more fool of myself in front of you.”

He’d been trying to impress her? Why!? She wanted to know so much that she almost vocalized the thought, going so far as to mouth the word, shaking her head in disbelief before leaning back against one of the abundant trees. She finally allowed herself the luxury of pressing her palms into her skull, finally completely sure that it wasn’t splitting in two with her brains spilling attractively out the side. Her eyelids slipped closed, and she let a quiet sigh out. “You are… one of the weirdest people I’ve ever met.” She peeked open her eyes a fraction of an inch, looking down at his form all hunched over on the snowy grass. “You’re trying to impress me, for God’s sakes! Why on earth would you want to do that? I’m temperamental and judgmental and I just fucking bit you! If I were you, I’d be attacking the shit out of me right about now.” But maybe that was just the newborn in her talking. She realized that it probably was; she didn’t swear quite that much.

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Posting with- Siege
Listening to- thirteen different songs
Word Count- 845
Notes- I’M BACKKKKK! HERE’S YOUR POST!

[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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CJ lay back onto the snow staying stock still for a great length of time, the leaves rustling were his only indication of the time passing everything else remained frozen (there was no pun intended in his notification of this fact). After much mental self motivation he had managed to prep his ego, convincing himself that he wasn't going to babble incessant crap to this breathtakingly beautiful vampire. Knowing his luck she probably had a big butch bloodthirsty vampire mate who would come eat him in the next minute or so.
"You don't have like a big killing machine vampire mate or anything do you? That's going to appear out of the woodland and make into dog food in the next minute or two?¨ he stayed lying down on the grass but listened carefully to his surroundings. Just in case- you could never be to careful. He did sit up with a start when she said her next remark. "You're trying to impress me, for God sakes! Why on earth would you want to do that? I'm temperamental and judgmental and I just fucking bit you! If I were you, I'd be attacking the shit out of me right about now.¨. He looked at her, her skull appeared to be being crushed by her hand. He raised an eyebrow and sat like that until he caught her attention.
"That is exactly why I want to impress you, i wouldn't attack you ever. Even if you decided to rip me to pieces. Stupid i know because its instict but i wouldn't for my own personal reasons that i will not disclose.¨ he looked down at the snow, if he had been capable of blushing he probably would have. Raising his eyes up to hers with some difficulty, somehow she seemed to see through his bravado. "It's not very often that a girl is rude to me and insults me AND bites me and surprisingly, I like it, its like all my Christmas's rolled into one, Santa leaving me, infact scrap that I¡¦d eat Santa. Then I think I'd been hunt down by an angry mob with the trademark wooden stake. I've had that a few times in my couple of centuries of life,¨ a little smirk appeared on his face before he looked away. The oak tree next to him suddenly became very interesting, all the intricate details of bark on the trunk meeting at set points and disbanding.
He moved his gaze up onto her face, taking in every detail. It scared him quite a bit, for some strange reason he wanted to know her. Her high cheek bones, almost glaring intelligent eyes, the snow seemed to reflect off her pale soft skin refracting every colour of the rainbow to his acute eyesight. "You're beautiful,¨ his lips rushed before he could close them. A sudden urge was for him to run away as fast as possible, avoiding more embarrassment. "Ah man, I'm making such a dick out of myself its unreal- would you believe I'm normally cool with all this? I'm debating on running away, but due to my display of current affairs in this conversation I¡¦d probably embarrass myself even more falling over a tree root or maybe even radioactive beaver,¡¨ he glared at the perfect vampire across from him.
"I blame you. Look at the effect you've had on me. Damn perfection. See this is the effect your gorgeously perfect people have on mere average people like me¨ with that he collapsed back into the snow, face first and lay there, sulking.

Tag: indie x3
Wordcount: 595
Notes: my muse got throttled strangely.

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

A mate. A mate? Indie disregarded CJ’s choice of adjectives- big, killing machine, and vampire to be exact- and just looked at the other vampire like he’d lost his mind. Had he not gotten the memo that she didn’t like other vampires when she’d bitten him? Or had he just interpreted it to mean that she didn’t like him, him, and only him. She cleared her throat to try and cover the short giggle that bubbled off her tongue before answering. “You’re the first vampire I’ve met since becoming one myself, so that hardly leaves any opportunity for me to have found a boyfriend”- mat e was such a strong word, with such an air of commitment- “let alone one who could turn you into dog food.”

Okay, now she was beginning to think he wasn’t a vampire at all. Maybe something like a faerie posing as a vampire of something, but not a vampire. Vampires all had the instincts to rip each other apart if they were being attacked, to save their own skin, right? And you couldn’t simply just ignore instinct, push aside thousands of years of knowledge passed down by poison that went through your bloodstream and all of your vital organs including your heart and your brain. You just couldn’t.

Or maybe they were faeries? It explained a lot, as somewhere down the line she’d heard a theory that faeries were a mixture of angels and demons, breathtakingly beautiful, and never aged. Hell, they probably sparkled and drank blood too, making her and CJ both faeries going through an identity crisis as they both thought they were vampires.

“You’re beautiful,” Whoa, random much? Indie turned her head to the side, using the excuse of a distant heartbeat and the echo of footsteps to do so. Her throat tightened slightly, venom pooling on her tongue as she shifted uncomfortably against the tree. She’d just hunted no more than half an hour ago, she even still felt the liquid sloshing around inside of either her stomach or her veins, wherever it was that the blood went after sliding down her throat.

Wait, off topic. Bad Indie, bad. The brunette looked back at CJ, eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “You’re not making a dick out of yourself.” she decided, crouching down so that she was more or less at his current level. Awkward, considering he was taller than her. “You’re being stupid and rambling a lot, but not making a dick out of yourself. In fact, I think it’s a little bit adorable.” She grinned, probably resembling an imp as much as she could without having pointy ears.

Then he glared at her and blamed it on her and all the gorgeously perfect people like her. She balked at him, feeling like she’d been physically been slapped in the face or been punched in the stomach. “I’m perfect?” Indie asked, pointing at herself even though his face was buried in the inch of snow that had accumulated. “You’re the perfect one!” she accused, jabbing a finger at him. “You at least don’t look so pale that you blend into the snow, and your eyes fit you, and your hair, well…” She reached over, hesitated, her hand hovering an inch away from him, before she reminded herself that this was stupid. If he had no qualms about being bitten by her, than she should have no problem simply touching him. She tugged at a lock of his hair, ducking down so that her mouth was close to his ear. “Well, the only adjective I can think of is perfect.”

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Posting with- kate aka cj
Listening to- the evil box known as television
Word Count- 597
Notes- my friend and I actually think they’re faeries.

[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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“…let alone one who could turn you into dog food.” a smile spread across CJ’s face, showing the odd little dimple. Though CJ wasn’t sure whether it was the fact that she had outright said that he was rather tough or the fact that she was infact mateless. He sat up and stretched himself backwards, the muscles in his arms, broad shoulders and his torso contort making them even more apparent. He held the stretch for a moment longer, enjoying the feeling of his joints stretching- when you have all eternity to live the slightest things humans take for granted mean a lot to you, giving a good form of entertainment. Humans would usually ignore this brief pleasure, such as when they stretch after a long nights sleep. They acknowledge how nice it feels, but never really pay that much detailed attention to it. CJ had all the time in the world, so that gave him the time to do whatever he wanted and pay attention to such none necessities.
The sound of a distant heart beat made Indie’s head turn, CJ’s followed in an almost mimicking action. His nostrils flared and a glint appeared in his red eyes. Though he had only eaten yesterday- the tempt of human blood was great, the thought of it trickling down his throat, quenching the constant thirst he had to endure. He swallowed the venom that had salivated in his mouth and turned his head with great effort back to hear what Indie was saying. Maybe it was the fact that she had kneeled down to be on the same level as him that caught his attention back to her. The grin on his face was short-lived, another teasing scowl appeared on his features.
“Pfft! Adorable? Not Manly, heroic, egoistic, predatorial. Simply… Adorable. Whoa that would look really good on my single’s advert in a newspaper don’t you think?"

CJ, 18 year old male.
Slightly adorable
Weirdest person you’ll ever meet
Clinically insane.
Single for over one century
Also has a tendency to eat Santa Claus at Christmas.
No women scared of needles or blood please.
Call 0800 I-WILL-EAT-YOU.

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By the time he had finished yet another insane rambling, a wide grin was plastered on his face. If he was human his face would probably be aching by now due to the sudden change in facial expressions. It wasn’t used to smiling so much, maybe when he had the odd sing along he’d crack the odd grin but that was about it. The last time he’d actually laughed out loud before this conversation was probably around a decade ago when he witnessed this hiker falling down a hill. Horrid he knew, but it was an easy meal- by the time he’d got down there the man was dead anyway.
““You’re the perfect one!” he raised an eyebrow at her when she started jabbing her finger at him. He reached out and grabbed her finger for the brief second. Electricity ran through his body, yet it wasn’t the kind that would have thrown him fifty feet back into an oak tree rendering him unconscious (if this had been possible for a vampire). He glanced down at where he was gripping her finger and released quickly averting his eyes. His excuse for this was that he didn’t want to lose the same hand, there was only so much vampire assault one arm could take before it was rendered useless “I think you’re as clinically insane as me if you think I’m perf…” he froze, much to his later embarrassment when she reached over a touched his hair. “fect… see there you go again making me speechless,” he inhaled deeply as she ducked down and her mouth was in a very close proximity to his ear. He twisted his head slightly so that his nose swept slightly across her jaw line, until his mouth was millimeters away from her ear. “I think your concept of perfection is wrong… I will have to disagree, in my eyes you are…” CJ heard a slight shift in the tree’s above him, and the sensation that something was falling. He wasn’t sure if Indie had sensed this, without thinking about the risk of losing another limb he flung himself at her. She ended up underneath his body, which was shielding her from the ton of snow that had just fell from the sky high pine tree’s. He lay on top of her for a brief moment, breathing heavily. This was illogical as he didn't even need to breath. He was expecting to feel a set of jaws clenched around his throat. He waited. He imagined the scene must have been highly amusing, he was practically buried in snow, his hair ruined, every part of his back with a good few inches of snow resting on it Yet this didn't bother him, he was simply aware of how close his body was to hers. It only then occurred to him the fact that the snow wouldn’t have hurt her. He looked into her eyes, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His voice came out a somewhat hoarse whisper. “As I was saying before I was interrupted, and you see my hair is no longer “perfect ”,” he leant down ever so slightly, watching her carefully with his eyes. His face was so close to her neck that the scent of her was drowning him, yet he wanted to drown in it. “You are… even if you tried to savage my poor arm to death,” he gently placed his lips into the hollow of her jawline before her ear. "Perfect," he murmered softly. "As long as you don't eat my face for that..." he added for good measure into her neck.

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Notes: CJ got his smooth back eventually. I would Love to be a faerie. Have you ever read the book “Faerie. I only read it because Stephenie meyer said it was a brilliant debut… its brilliant.

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

In that one spoken single’s ad for the some imaginary newspaper- at least, Indie hoped that it was an imaginary newspaper and that a telephone number that was o800 I-WILL-EAT-YOU didn’t actually exist. If it did, she prayed people weren’t stupid enough to actually call it, or else she’d have to dig a new low for humanity in her mind.- a lot of personal information had been disclosed. For instance, he’d stated his age and how long he’d been single, giving her some insight as to his actual age. So he’d been stuck at eighteen for over a century? She wanted to glare at him for being changed at a decent age: at least he was allowed to vote on the shitheads who would run the country and choose the one who would fuck it up less. All she could do at sixteen was drive, and what was the point in that when she could run faster than any car invented thus far could drive?

“Well, you’re egotistical, too.” She said, shrugging. “Most people would rather hear adorable over egotistical.” Over the past two months, she’d learned a lot about people, about what they liked to hear or how to affect them in just the right way that they’d do whatever she wanted. She blamed it on her leech instincts kicking in, training her mind in the ways of people manipulation so that she wouldn’t have to try very hard to lure some poor fellow over into a dark corner or alley where he’d be expecting something completely different than what he got. A thought occurred to her. It wiggled deep into her mind, piquing her curiosity and refusing to leave until her interest was satisfied. It already seemed like CJ was wrapped around her little finger like a pretty little ring or some other trinket, but what if she actually tried? Just how much of a reaction could she get out of her elder if she actually put an effort into pushing his buttons?

“… see there you go again making me speechless,” “Exactly,”

[/b] she thought, fighting the grin threatening to work its way onto her features. “And that’s without even trying.”[/b] But CJ was just a bundle of sparks that set her nerves alight and surprises. When she’d placed her lips close to his ear, he’d turned his head to trace her jaw line with the tip of his nose until he’d switched the circumstances in his favor. A shiver rippled down her spine when his breath fanned over her ear, warm and soft and ticklish and contracting everything that went along with the whole picture that sprang into her mind when she thought “vampire.” “I think your concept of perfection is wrong…” He said a few words more, but his next crazed or ill thought out action caused them to get lost in translation, somewhere after she’d heard them but before she’d processed them. Somehow, he ended up pressed on top of her, breathing heavily despite the fact that they didn’t even have functioning lungs and ergo didn’t even need to breathe, with a couple of inches of snow layered on top of him. From her position caged beneath him, peering over his shoulder, it almost looked like someone had traced his silhouette onto a thick pad of cotton batting, cut it out, and then lined it up flush with his outline. Almost. The gleaming crystals of color flecked in the pure white of the snow downplayed the aforementioned idea.

But now the newborn was faced with a dilemma: she was almost literally trapped in a corner by another vampire. Although one part of her mind didn’t mind the warmth spreading over her, the reassuring weight pressing onto every curve of her body without crushing her; the stronger, usually dormant part was pulling at its restraints, just begging to sink its teeth- her teeth- into the exposed flesh of his throat, to push him off and claw off a limb just so he’d get the message that she didn’t like having her personal space invaded.

She tucked her head under her chin, eyes and jaw clenched firmly shut as she pushed away the newborn instincts. Instincts were generations of knowledge and experience and personal comforts passed down for survival of the species. They weren’t the way that the species had to act; they weren’t the way she had to act. She exhaled slowly, only now realizing that she’d been holding it. Slowly, carefully, she trailed the tip of her nose down to the hollow of his throat while his lips found the spot where her ear met her jaw line. A shuddering sigh escaped her as the wild thought about how crazy she was flitted through her mind. Maybe he was right, and she was just as insane as he was. Shrugging the thought off, she brought her hand up and skimmed her fingertips along her collarbone, relishing in the little jolts of electricity that she’d never felt before tonight.

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[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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CJ realized the danger he had put himself in, being balanced on top of this unpredictable vampire. Yet he didn’t care. If she decided to take a bite out of his exposed neck, he wouldn’t blame her. He had been right to trust her, she didn’t at that point rip him limb from limb, which proved to him she was exerting a great deal of self control. If another vampire came and plonked himself down on top of him- whatever the reason, they would probably end up running around on one leg. He could see the battle she was having, her raging predatorial survival instincts verse whatever he was feeling for her but in her own format. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed, he could feel her bunched up muscles underneath him. He began to debate whether to move, to allow the vampire the space she needed to calm down- it was a pretty stupid action to put himself in such a vulnerable position. As he was about to move her nose trailed down his jawline, the motion sending volts of current down his bone structure from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. These currents went into overdrive when a shuddering sigh came from underneath him.
He had never felt anything like this, in all his years as a vampire. He had encountered many vampires over the years, yet none had made such an impression of him. Though vampire females were much more beautiful than the human females they had still held little interest for him. He noticed the sound of the birds singing, being a vampire he could distinguish between birds which came in useful for a boring day. He could hear the slight echo of water cascading into the rocks in the distance, the rate the world had changed over the past century indicated to CJ that it would continue to change. He was sure before long either most people would be vampires or vampires would rule the world. A slight nickering feeling doubled with this thought as he was sure that the Volturi wouldn’t mind ruling the world. He had come into contact with them a few times over the century, and stayed with them for a brief period yet had grown tired of being in one place all the time with the same boring people.

He placed one hand at the side of her-crushing the snow into ice- the kind that took hours and hours of heavy vehicle transport to mimic the same effect. Thus removing some of the weight of himself she had been pressured with. The other hand he ran gently up the side of her body, stopping briefly on the inch of flesh on her hips, before cupping the side of his face gently in his palm. Doing so stretched the tear in his skin exposing the wound to the venom that was still in and around it. He groaned in pain, maybe it was the fact that since they became vampires they were exposed to little pain that it hurt him, maybe it was the fact he had never been bitten by another vampire. One thing it did make him realize though was that this venom hurt, it stung, worse than the stings he had uncounted by in human life.
The venom stung his body replacing the pleasant electric currents with ones that made him uncomfortable. He rolled off the top of her, lying on his back in the snow. The stinging would depart eventually, his eyes closed wincing at the occasional twinge. His head was pretty much all over the shop at this point, all he could remember was the feeling when her nose had skimmed his jawline, how right it had felt when their bodies had molded together (with or without the half a ton of snow situated onto).
“Man, I’m such a cry baby…” he growled wincing. “Only a little bite and I’m rendered useless, some help I’d be protecting you…”
He looked into her eyes, searching them, he had expected the initial glint he had seen to have been imagined. He could picture himself metaphorically speaking waking up from this dream, yet as he gazed at her he realized that infact he wasn’t going to wake up from this dream. Atleast not anytime soon.
”Indie… he muttered, leaning over gently and nuzzling her neck. “How did this happen?” gesturing to her with his mauled arm. “I think you owe me, I don’t think I could survive if I was exposed to another vicious attack,” feigning the innocent "I'm sweeter than small puppies and candyfloss" look, which was soon to be his trademark facial expression. CJ may have lived for over a century but he hadn’t forgot the tricks of the trade over the years- if anything his time as a vampire had made him wiser. Well apart from the fact he had obviously turned homicidal exposing his jugular vein (which had at some point be gushing with the crimson substance blood that kept him alive) though he was sure that if she ripped his jugular out it wouldn't do him anyfavours- to a the worlds best predator.

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notes: *eats crisps* philosophy killed my muse. Blame God.

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

Indie’s forehead creased- she didn’t have to worry about getting wrinkles, what with the flawless skin that’s just another perk in the vampire package- as she turned her head to look at CJ. He’d rolled off of her, falling onto his back on the ground next to her and wincing every once and a while with his eyes closed. She had no idea what was wrong with him until he mentioned the bite- the one she’d given him- and it kind of clicked in her mind. The venom stung, was causing him pain, something he hadn’t felt in over a century.

She was on her feet in an instant- well, crouched down and inspecting his arm scrupulously- pressing the pads of her thumbs over the edges of the tear. Shouldn’t the skin have started to stitch itself back together by now? Spiking off of that thought, she wondered why the venom hadn’t been absorbed into his system yet, mixing with his until it just dissipated and wasn’t even her own anymore. She applied a little bit of pressure down onto the wound, swiping at the excess venom that oozed out whether it be his or hers. “You’re more fucked up than I thought,” she mumbled, still at loss for why the super vampire healing wasn’t taking affect. They could be torn into little tiny pieces and still manage to survive- somehow- so long as they weren’t set aflame! And here CJ was, unable to heal from a tiny little bite. His regeneration could just be a little slow, or the theory about all vampires being faeries with identity crises was seeming more and more likely.

“How did this happen?... I think you owe me, I don’t think I could survive if I was exposed to another vicious attack.” She tried to think around the mind blank caused by the nuzzling of her neck, tried to untangle the point he was trying to get across that she just couldn’t somehow comprehend. “Siege, sweetie,” she smiled sweetly as though to indicate there was nothing wrong with either the nickname that had just slipped out or the title that she was hoping would calm him down “You need to elaborate just a bit. How did what happen? Why do I owe you? There are a lot of things that I could explain for you, but I don’t exactly know what you want to know.”

Her fingers trailed up and down his arm, careful to avoid the bite mark, and she took in a little bit more about his appearance that had just slipped under her radar before: the toned muscles of his torso, the way his skin stretched over his collar bone, the curve of his shoulders, the way certain muscles twitched under her touch. She’d never really taken the time to actually look at people since becoming a vampire: they were just meals or donors for her bank account or wardrobe. The outfit she was wearing now, for example, the one CJ seemed to like so much, was only one of many donated to her by an unsuspecting victim to the innocent beauty of the vampire society.

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Posting with- Siege
Listening to- MY AUNT WON’T SHUT UP!!!!! -twitchtwitch-
Word Count- 525
Notes- i refuse to blame God. you can blame my aunt for my lack of muse, though.

[Christopher James]

C H R I S T O P H E R

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CJ saw the confusion lined in Indie’s features when saw was leaning over him admiring the cut. It took him a great deal of concentration to be able to think of anything except the way her eyes showed a brief glint of concern, how her hair cascaded down her soft shoulders, the way the dress was hugging her slender curves as she bent over him. He vaguely heard her state something, “You’re more fucked up than I thought,” ”yet with all these images crowding his mind it took him longer to process than it normally would. He raised his eyes to hers with a small grin. “I used to heal quicker as a newborn, maybe that is because as a newborn you tend to fight more-learning how to get to grips with your strengths, testing yourselves out against other vampires… well I did atleast,” He indicated to back of his neck, a few inches back from his jugular vein, gently twisting around to give her access. There upon his neck was a slight scar, so faint that human eyes wouldn’t be able to see it, yet acute vampire vision would easily make it out. He took her hand and softy put it against the scar. “Back when I was… a younger vampire, there was a brief period where I thought I was unbeatable. I was very strong as a newborn, very determined and rather cocky. Lets just say one day I took on rather more than I could chew, metaphorically speaking, a more experienced vampire who saw through my façade, my basic attack strategy that all newborns have since they only know their brute strength. He managed to get his teeth into my neck and take a good chunk, I was lucky…” He smiled sweetly letting go over her finger that he had placed on his scar. “As I get older I seem to heal slower, maybe it’s just me, and maybe it’s an all round vampire trait. I just don’t know. My theory is the fact we do not fight as often as when we are a newborn, we develop more common sense and unlike me in my younger days don’t try and take on vampire double the size of me… it will heal, it’s not a lot slower, just not as fast,” As he nuzzled her neck, he experienced the most amazing feeling of her voice reverberating out of her chest, he caressed her jawline a moment longer taking in her words. Placing delicate lingering kisses every inch along her jawline until he reached the hollow in-between her jawline and ear. He was still processing the words as he was about to bring his lips down onto hers, he was so close he got the sweet scent of her breath tickling his face. He was millimeters away yet he stopped, and leaned back, pulling the other trademark quizzical eyebrow raised look.
“Seige?!” he pulled a face. “SEIGE?!” he glared playfully. He leant down and gently kissed the tip of her nose. “I sound like some bleeding type of cheap foot deodorizer! BUY SEIGE SWEETIE! AND SEIZE SWEATY FEET,”. He raised his head again to look at her; he decided to take a risk and pounced playfully on top of her. Totally aware of the fingers tracing gently up the contours of his arm, it felt as if someone was… infact he couldn’t even describe what it felt like as she traced up and down his arm. It was the nicest thing he had ever felt, bar being crushed by a ton of snow on top of her. Though he decided he’d take the trade anyday. “I could mean a great deal of things… how did this happen you being here… how did it feel kissing you… though what I actually wanted to know is how you became a vampire… but now you’ve tempted me to answer one more of those questions…” he gazed down at her from where he had somewhat inappropriately straddled her, he was hoping that she didn’t decide she’d had enough of him and grab him in between the legs. Whether it was human and vampire that did that, he was sure that it would not be the pleasantest of feelings. He leant down, running the tip of his nose gently down hers before meeting her lips. It was as if everything had been switched in high definition, he became very aware of the vampire underneath him. At first his lips brushed hers gently, but he didn’t seem to be able to get close enough to her, a hint of urgency took over and his lips met her more forcefully. His hands intertwined in her hair, tipping her head back slightly, breaking from her lips only once wanting to utter some form a witty remark yet a groan escaped his throat, the urgency to put his lips back onto hers becoming more apparent. His mouth crashed back onto hers. He wasn’t sure how long they’d kissed but when he broke away a satisfied sigh broke from somewhere deep within him. He looked down at her, a small smile crept onto his features.
“Well… that’s one answer I sure won’t be forgetting anytime soon…” he leant down and gently kissed her lips once more. Just checking she was real. “Tell me… how did you become a vampire… if you’re answer for that is at all close to how good the other answer is, I will be most impressed…” he murmered into her lips.


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Notes: Oh yes we’ll blame your aunt. I blame my father and mother for calling me to dinner. Preventing this reply.

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[Indie Hayes]

"INDIEHAYES!

“Siege?” She giggled, nodding sheepishly but pulling her best innocent face out of the expression catalogue located somewhere in the back of her mind. “It’s what your name would be if you pronounced the sound the letters made instead of the letters themselves.” She shrugged, a simply roll of the shoulders that caused a few flakes of snow from their previous tumble in the substance to shed themselves from her hair. It didn’t bother her much; she could always take another shower in the newly acquired hotel room. Smelling like cucumbers and melons wasn’t the worst thing that she could think that could come about from suddenly obtaining a new hotel room. They could figure out that she wasn’t the one who’d bought the hotel room and arrest her and then she’d have to break out of prison and then she’d be on a wanted list of some fashion and then…

And then he kissed her. He insert an abundance of swear words that could work as adverbs here kissed her! Indie’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch to indicate her surprise that he’d actually plucked up the guts to attempt such a feat. She should have seen it coming, really she should have, what with him trouncing her over again with no excuse that he was attempting to protect her from a ton of falling frozen water this time. Everything about this just screamed wrong in her mind: the way his body pressed against hers, the way his lips gently skimmed over hers, even the way everything had been turned up to the finest quality possible. The rational part of her mind reasoned that this was wrong, that she should push him away and make a run for it. The absurd part of her mind decided that it wasn’t so bad, a little unexpected, yes, but not bad. Better than anything she’d ever experienced as a human, that’s for sure. Suddenly his lips pressed more vehemently to hers; melding down with such urgency that it appeared he believed that she’d disappear into thin air if he didn’t pull her closer to him, if he didn’t get his fill of her now.

And the female responded, proving true whatever scientific theory it was that stated every action has an equal and opposite reaction. One hand toyed with the bristles of hair at the nape of his neck, the other exploring the gently sloping ridges of his spine with semi-sharp nails just above soft fingertips. He pulled away once- why, she’d never know. It’s not like they needed to breathe, and it’s not like he couldn’t have groaned against her lips. He certainly had no problem speaking in such close nearness to her that their lips brushed. She frowned in response to his request; the smartass comment that all vampires were changed the same way sitting on the tip of her tongue. Reluctantly, she began. “It was about a week before my seventeenth birthday, and my friend lured me to a party at Brown.” -No, no she would not take the time to explain where Brown was or that it was a University. He’d lived long enough, he should know.- “The entire time I got the feeling someone was watching me. I still had a blast, and by the time I got home I’d completely forgotten about the whole being watched feeling. Went to my room, opened the door, found a gorgeous guy sitting on my bed, three days later I was this.” She disentangled her hand from around his neck to motion down to herself, giving him a defiant look that told him not to pry for any more information or she’d bite him again.

Her fingers went back to his neck, tracing the scar he’d shown her with the barest tips of her digits. The ridge felt odd to the touch, like it didn’t belong among the smooth plains of his tan skin. She could only imagine that hers felt the exact same way, odd and foreign and awkward amongst her flawlessly perfect skin.

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Listening to- “Draco and Harry” the Whomping Willows
Word Count- 676
Notes- My muse is too busy on another site.

[Christopher James]

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CJ’s muscles gave the occasional twitch where her hands were in contact with him, when she wrapped her hands into his hair and gave it a seductive tug, he gave a tiny shudder of pleasure in response. If it had been any other vampire touching his hair they would have lost their windpipe by now, it would have probably been placed somewhere the sun doesn’t shine. Their feet.... He was listening to what she was saying, but he was also finding it a very difficult feat to see her lips moving, and not move his on top of hers. It was only courteous since he asked the question that he should allow her to answer it. The fact that she’d been to a party at “Brown” wherever that was, he wasn’t entirely sure- he tended to avoid hugely populated area’s unless he had been on best behaviour and deserved a treat. Jack the ripper for example… but CJ would avoid details of that; it was all just a simple misunderstanding. It had given him a brief period of entertainment when humans began to mirror his actions making them even more horrific and then writing letters to the press. But come on, what vampire in their right mind would remove someone’s womb and other various essential organs, he had simply fed, the next thing he knew it was an atrocious serial killer removing peoples vital organs. “Humans are fucked up.” he muttered quietly into her neck. This way it could be interpretated to have also meant about the party and he could avoid difficult questions. It was obvious from her facial expression, a somewhat deadly stare that she didn’t want to expand on the subject, he wasn’t going to push it out of her. Humans lives were somewhat private, eternity gave them a long time to mature and learn from their mistakes.
“Hmm, I always wonder why they do it. You know… change us. Mine almost killed me… I suppose I was lucky again thanks to…” he trailed off into silence, the story was quite painful when he had to relive it. The fact that the vampire had gotten bored and gone off ripping his horse to pieces who had tried to save him right in front of his eyes made it unbearable. He gave another pleasured little sigh as her fingers played around the base of his neck on the scar he had just exposed to her. He moved closer to her, wrapping an arm gently around her waist pulling her closer in. The feeling of when his bare chest met her flesh that the clothes didn’t cover was magical, he began very aware of not only himself but her as well- every curve, every contour in her flesh. He ran his hands slowly over her hips, leaving one pressed into the small of her back the other he cupped her face with. He simply sat there staring into her eyes holding her close to him. The snow was falling heavily becoming a blizzard, if they weren’t so close he wasn’t sure that even with super vampire vision he would have been able to have seen her across the meadow.
“I come here today, a lean mean killing machine with unparallel senses… and here I am now… a cheap foot deodorizer that for some strange reason has become a big softie,” he glared at her. He leant down tracing her jawline with the tip of his nose, “I am so not adorable…” giving her a playful nip but replacing it with a lingering kiss on her neck.

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notes: my muse got eaten by voldemort he didnt like me laughing at his naval piercing.

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