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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 20, 2022 9:01:45 GMT -5
The man in the car behind shakes his fist, his mouth moving as he shouts some choice words into the solitude of the inside of his car. He doesn’t accelerate to give chase, and you suspect that he would regret it if he did. With that distraction, it takes you a few minutes to realize that Tombstone is just driving straight home. As he pulls into his neighborhood you begin to recognize where you are. As he pulls up to that shitty underground parking garage it confirms it for you. He pulls into his spot as normal, only this time there is a bike shaped tarp parked where his bike normally goes. “Figured if we didn’t meet final death this would be easier.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Sept 20, 2022 18:23:37 GMT -5
she climbs off the back of his bike and walks over to the bike shaped tarp. "mine?" she asks curiously as she glances back at him. a bit surprised that he had her bike brought back here. he had said a few times that he did want her around after everything was said and done but was still half expecting him to change his mind.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 27, 2022 11:26:10 GMT -5
Tombstone smirks, nodding as he covers his bike in the paint splattered tarp. When he’s done the shape is non-distinct, and given the debris around the area doesn’t look like something one might want to investigate. He pulls out his keys and heads into his place. “You look like the Elder handed you your own ass. Go get cleaned up, and I’ll heat you a couple of your blood bags.” He heads into the kitchen area, leaving you in his living area with your thoughts.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Sept 27, 2022 16:42:20 GMT -5
"yeah she did but i managed." she says with a chuckle as she heads for the bathroom stripping as she goes. Tossing her dirty and bloody clothes onto the top of her duffle bag as she turns on the water, pushing the door mostly closed as an after thought as she waits for the water to warm up before getting in and washing off. Standing there under the water letting it wash away the blood as her thoughts wander to whats going to happen next. They may have gotten the mole but the war is just begining. once she is sure she is clean she climbs out into the steam filled bathroom and reaches for a towel. trying to remember if she grabbed one or not.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Sept 28, 2022 12:01:31 GMT -5
Tombstone’s voice sounds far away as it follows you into the bathroom at the other end of his apartment, “She has that effect. I once had to pass a combat test against her, and she broke my arm. Never have I been more glad to already be dead than that day.”
Your dirty clothes now discarded on your duffle, you can really see the number she did on you. As a vamp you don’t really bruise anymore, but your flesh itself is chaffed and things feel tight all over. If you were mortal, you would be black and blue all over.
Exiting the shower you find yourself standing before Tombstone. He’s leaning at his ease against the bathroom sink, a nice fluffy towel casually tossed over one shoulder. He makes no effort to overt his eyes this time. “You look even better when you’re still wet from the shower.” He gives you a wink and offers you the towel, not letting it go right away when you pull on it.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Sept 30, 2022 17:55:42 GMT -5
she looks up at him and if she could blush she would probably be bright red right now but her mind was not on blending in with humans and more on the man standing infront of her while she was dripping wet and naked. "oh really now?" she says as she turns in a slow circle before taking the towel. tugging on it lightly, once she has it she starts to dry her hair first rather than dry off or cover up. letting him enjoy the view for a bit.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 2, 2022 21:20:21 GMT -5
You can feel his eyes on you, watching your every move. You can feel the tension in the room, so heavy that it feels like it might crush you both. Once your hair is wrapped up in the towel, he steps up to you, towering over you. Another towel lashes across your back as he whips it around your body. He pulls both ends of the towel a little, drawing you closer to him, but not quite touching. His hands move across the top of your breasts, the faintest caress before you realize that he’s tucking the end of the towel into itself, leaving you wrapped up and fully covered.
He exits the bathroom, leaving you tingling from the slight contact. You take solace in the fact that his fangs were out again. He has a hunger for you, but a will power that is so far a match for that hunger. A neat stack of your clothes are set on the counter where he was leaning. The clothes are outer wear, nothing you would wear to bed though. As you approach, you see a much smaller pile behind the first, consisting of your smallest panties and a cut off loose tee shirt that leaves little to the imagination.
When you exit the bathroom, you pause in the hallway looking at Tombstone. He’s dressed in a small pair of boxer briefs that leave as little to the imagination as the clothing he picked out for you. As interesting as that is, you stopped because he had a sword in hand. He moves with a slow fluidity from one form to another, then with inhumane speed he bursts into action, his blade moving so quickly you can hear it slashing through the air.
After maybe thirty seconds or thirty minutes, it’s hard to tell lost in his movements as you were. He stops. Sheaths the blade and sets it back where it goes on the wall. You get the feeling that he knows how to use everything he has on display here. He looks over at you, his fangs no longer visible.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Oct 3, 2022 17:06:08 GMT -5
A small pout appears on her face as she watches him leave the bathroom, letting out a slightly frustrated huff as she turns to look at her clothes. a bit confused but she dries off and then dresses. leaving her hair wrapped in the towel till she can get to her bag and her brush. Totally lost in watching his movements and how expertly he weilds the blade she doesnt even notice when he looks at her... at least not a first as the spell seems to break she blinks and looks at him. closing her mouth with a snap as she realised her mouth was hanging open. "neat" she mumbles hoping he hadnt realized just how hard she was staring before heading for her duffle bag so she could get her brush.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 5, 2022 7:25:41 GMT -5
You reach into your duffle bag, withdrawing your brush, but then Tombstone grabs your wrist. He gently pulls you to sit on the bed, taking the brush from your hands. "Loose the towel." He commands. Then in a movement almost like getting on a bike, he sits behind you. His long, thickly muscled legs seem mountainous beside your more slender thighs. Searching the room for a distraction, you realize that there is music playing. Has that been playing the whole time? You think to yourself, but can't seem to recall one way or the other. The music is just drums, pounding out an impressive collection of different beats. As you tune into the music it's building in tempo from a slow and steady rhythm to something more intricate. Your head is jerked back a little as the brush catches in a knot in your hair, "Sorry." Bud mumbles in your ear, and you're reminded that the man exists again. He continues brushing your hair long past when you would have stopped. He's taking his time, savouring this time with you. Eventually you hear the brush land on your duffle bag, as his chin comes to rest on the top of your head. One of his arms wraps across your stomach, his hand holding the opposite hip. With the other he gently trails his fingertips across your skin. The trail begins at your knee, and winds his way up your thigh. Just as his fingers brush against the tiny panties he picked out he switches direction and trails the tips of his finger nails back up your thigh to your knee. "What are you thinking about?" He says, his voice quiet.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Oct 7, 2022 16:54:26 GMT -5
a soft gasp slips from her slightly parted lips at his feather light touch on her skin as she finds herself leaning back against him. letting his larger frame surround her smaller one. almost melting into him as she involutarily shivers as his voice comes just behind her ear. "you" she says her words soft like a breath in the night. the tension that has been building since he had first started showing up at the blood bank, though she wouldnt admit it back then was heavy in the room, the beating of the drums seemed to add more to it.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 7, 2022 17:11:59 GMT -5
The music builds and builds throughout the entire length of the record. Each time you think the drummer couldn't possibly go any faster, he surpasses himself again. Layers of sound roll out of the stereo as this drumming savant pours himself into his craft. When the final track plays, you close your eyes and feel like your standing in a stampede of thousands of animals charging across a plain. As the record begins to skip at the end of it's track, Bud slips his hand under both your legs and casually lifts you up. The arm that was wrapped across your stomach carefully sets the needle back in it's place, and he turns off the device. Returning to the bed, he lays you out in the middle of the bed, then with one hand on your shoulder, and another on your hip he rolls you face down. For a few moments he doesn't join you on the bed, but just as you're about to look to see where he went you feel his weight as he crawls up from the bottom. He takes hold of one of your feet, his hands are oily now. You imagine what your tiny foot must look like in his giant hands. Then you find it hard to concentrate on anything as his powerful fingers begin to massage into your flesh. He works his way up your body, alternating from one side to the other over the next hour. He only skips the few areas that are still covered with clothing, however sparce given his picks for the night. You can feel the sun rising far overhead as he works on the back of your neck. You don't want the moment to end, but what amounts to sleep is quickly catching up with you.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Oct 7, 2022 17:48:49 GMT -5
as she lay there enjoying the feeling of his hands on her body, she cant help but wonder if perhaps her answer wasn't what he wanted to hear, but if it hadn't been than why was he touching her like this. telling her own brain to shut up as she lay there, slowly turning into a puddle on the bed as the heaviness that comes with the rising sun starts to settle into her already relaxed body, she fights to keep her eyes open and stay awake but is loosing quickly as her undead body is demanding rest.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 12, 2022 15:17:28 GMT -5
You wake in the morning to find yourself alone in Tombstone's bed. Instead of finding Tombstone beside you, you instead find the outfit he had picked out for you yesterday. On his pillow is a pair of blood bags. You poke your head into the kitchen, and find it empty. Since you're here anyway, you take the time to heat your food. Checking the bathroom, you find a wet towel, and a steamy mirror. He's been around this morning, but he isn't around now.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Oct 13, 2022 13:05:14 GMT -5
looking around a bit confused as she sits up, rubbing her hand over her face before getting up and pulling on the outfit he had picked out for her yesterday and heating up her food. Wandering around as she drinks from her blood bag like a juice pouch as she tries to figure out where he went.... "well thats one way to wake up..." she grumbles as she drains both blood bags then goes back to his room. Grabbing her hair brush and sitting on the edge of the bed to brush her hair.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 17, 2022 10:38:48 GMT -5
You barely finish the last stroke of brushing out your hair when you hear the tell tale noise of Tombstone's bike in the underground lot. A minute later the sound dies, and Tombstone makes his way into the apartment. "You been up long? I figured you might still be out. It's been an eventful week." Tombstone hangs up his leather jacket, and tosses a shopping bag into the bottom of the closet. "What do you want to do tonight?"
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Oct 22, 2022 9:46:58 GMT -5
"not that long." she says with a shrug as she gets up walking over to the duffle bag You she thinks to herself with a smirk as she squats down and starts sorting thru her clothing, currently dressed in what he had picked out for her. " umm i dont know, a ride would be nice, preferably one where we arent being run off the road." she says with a chuckle.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Oct 27, 2022 7:11:40 GMT -5
Tombstone nods, now leaning against the wall. His collection of swords and other weapons radiating out from him the like spokes on a wheel. "Sounds like a plan." You look at him, and he's looking at you with that same hunger in his eyes. You wonder if he's thinking about you riding him, instead of you riding your bike. Maybe that's just wishful thinking, but that predatory gaze leads you to think it might be correct as well. "I can't control the idiots on the roads here, and I have no idea if the Sabbat will make another attempt on your unlife." He opens his coat and you see four holstered pistols. Two under his arms, and another two by his hips. "Either way, I think we will be alright."
He crosses the room like a cat, only the light being blocked by his body lets you know that he's right behind you now. "We're going to have to find you a new place too. That duffle isn't big enough to live out of for overly long." After a second he adds, "You're welcome to stay here as long as you need of course." He grabs your empty blood bags, and moves to the kitchen to throw them out. "Since we don't need to hunt tonight, it should be a pretty calm evening."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Oct 30, 2022 15:26:45 GMT -5
"yeah i guess your right." she says as she looks down at her duffle bag, realizing she has lingered here as long as she can before she stands up and glances towards the kitchen where he was. " don't worry i wont stay to long." she whispers to herself as she pulls her hair back in a long braid so that it will stay neat-ish under her helmet before grabbing her leather jacket and lacing up her boots. "guess its house hunting we go." she says as she slides her coat on and heads for the door. excited to be back on her bike again, though she would rather be riding tombstone but at least she would get to have something powerful between her legs for now. The tension was still there but she was beginning to wonder if that's all it would ever be between them. The eternal question of what if but never acting on it for one reason or another. Stepping into the elevator as the doors slide open she is lost in her thoughts as they head down to the garage. Almost on auto pilot as they head for their bikes.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Nov 2, 2022 8:38:08 GMT -5
As Tombstone leaves the kitchen he takes you by the shoulders and turns you to face him. "You can stay here as long as you need." He says slowly, holding eye contact so you know that he's serious. "I only meant that we might want to collect some more of your things, or maybe do a load of laundry." He releases your shoulders, but you can still feel the weight of his hands on your skin. When you grab your coat, and head for the door Tombstone follows right behind you. He only stops to lock up as he leaves. Now that you're getting a good look at your bike you can see that there have been a couple modifications. There is a discreet roll cage worked into the body of the bike, and the gas tank as been replaced with a new one. They matched the paint pretty well, but there was a little dent right there before. You tap the tank with a knuckle, and instead of the thin metallic noise you were expecting you get a thick dong back. The tank is armour plated. Tombstone's voice comes through the headset, "The tank can take small arms fire without puncture. It's not bulletproof, more like bullet resistant. The roll cage will stop the bike from getting damaged if you have to slide it again."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Nov 5, 2022 11:50:18 GMT -5
"thanks, i'll pay you back."comes her response as she looks over the bike before climbing on and fireing her up. feeling the hum of the engine between her legs makes her happy to have her bike back but also miss riding on the back of tombstones bike. "my place first?" she asks curiously as she turns to look at him as they back their bikes out of the garage and get ready to pull onto the street. the roads are still busy but it will get quiet soon and its a nice night, not to cold and the sky is free of clouds so they get a peaceful view as she revs her engine and takes off down the street. in the direction of her place.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Nov 9, 2022 12:02:06 GMT -5
Tombstone shrugs at the mention of payback. "The work didn't cost me anything. I provide those boys a service from time to time, and they fix things for me from time to time." Tombstone backs his bike out of it's spot, then weaves around a few of the pillars that support the building above. As the pair of you reach the first underground level where a majority of the parking is located for the people that live in the apartment building, Tombstone falls in line and rides in the lanes to avoid hitting anything. The rickety garage door raises inch by noisy inch, always seeming on the brink of failure, and yet always trundling on it's set course. The streets are still quiet, a lot of people are still eating their evening meals or finishing some last minute shopping. The ride to your place is uneventful, and before long the pair of you find yourselves pulling into the parking lot.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Nov 12, 2022 13:22:45 GMT -5
she heads to her usual spot in the parking lot and parks her bike, before swinging her leg over and standing beside it as she takes her helmet off and looks over at him before glancing around for anything that seemed out of the ordinary before pulling out her key card and heading for the front door. figuring he would follow behind as she headed inside and over to the elevators, waving at the door man as she waits for the elevator.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Nov 17, 2022 10:33:11 GMT -5
His bike cuts off a moment after yours. As you expected, he falls in a step behind you and a little to one side. You wave to Jerry, and he waves back. He excuses himself from the little old lady he was talking too, and makes his way toward you. Tombstone moves forward a few steps to put himself between you and Jerry, but he stops and falls back at your touch on his arm. Jerry arrives a second later, eyeing Tombstone on the approach, but shifting his focus to you as he arrives. "Miss, there's been an incident with your apartment. It might be best of you go to the security office first."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Nov 22, 2022 13:57:46 GMT -5
"oh great....." she says as she glances to tombstone "looks like you were right." she whispers as turns and heads for the security office. Tucked off to the side of the lobby she knocks on the door and waits.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Nov 24, 2022 19:17:17 GMT -5
"A moment!" Comes a familiar voice from behind the door. A moment later the door opens revealing a tidy office, and a short squat man with an epic beard. The man is the head of security for your building, Mr. Biggs. His uniform is pressed and spotless. Even his belt and the gear that hangs from it is polished and shiny. "Oh, hello. Do come in." He eyes Tombstone with suspicion, but allows him to enter once you make it known that he is with you. Mr Biggs gestures to a pair of chairs in front of his desk, then he circles around to take his own seat. Tombstone stands behind his chair, his arms crossed and face stern. "You've been away for a time now. Everything is okay I hope?" Once you answer he continues, "While you were away, your apartment was ransacked." He picks up a remote off his desk and aims it at a television on the wall. A moment later it flicks to life, showing the time in the corner and a beautiful grassy vista. He pulls out his keyboard drawer and makes use of his computer for a moment. The television changes to four security feeds. The footage in the top left is of the rear entrance, the top right is the elevator, bottom left is the hallway outside your apartment, bottom right is the lobby. "The footage doesn't tell us anything as you will see." He clicks his mouse and the feeds begin to play. The back door opens, but the rear entrance blurs for a few seconds, then returns to normal. The elevator camera blurs, then returns to normal to reveal the panel open and the floor number is now set to your floor. Your hallway blurs, returning to normal to reveal your door is ajar. The blurring happens again a short time later this time in reverse order. First the hall outside your apartment, then the elevator, then the rear entrance. "I'm sorry to say that I don't know what kind of device they were using to mess up the cameras."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Nov 27, 2022 9:40:43 GMT -5
"i was spending some time with my... boyfriend." she says as she slides a quick glance at tombstone hoping he just goes along with it before looking at the cameras. "fuck" she mutters more to herself than anyone else as she watches what the cameras cant pick up. tombstone was definetly right her apartment had been compromised but by who she wasnt sure. " has anyone been inside the apartment since?" she asks as she turns her attention back to mr.Biggs
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Post by DM-Delfon on Nov 30, 2022 22:29:29 GMT -5
Tombstone doesn’t even flinch as you mention a boyfriend, though you know he’s going to say something at some point today. “Yes ma’am. I went in to check things over myself. Nothing appeared to have been touched. Nothing broken. Without evidence of any crime, or perpetrator I locked the place back up and waited for you to come home. We did try to call you, but your phone went straight to voicemail.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Dec 3, 2022 14:40:19 GMT -5
"oh yeah.... forgot to charge it... "she mutters and shrugs as she stands up. "i'll go take a look and make sure nothing is missing and then let you know." she says not wanting to involve mr.briggs in it any more than he already was and also hopping none of the synthetic blood she had stored in the mini fridge in the back of her closet was taken.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 8, 2022 22:24:27 GMT -5
Mr. Biggs stands as you do, his hands falling naturally to the equipment that hangs from his belt. It's a casual stance, but he still exudes a quiet authority. "Thank you for coming in." He says quietly, adding a polite, "Miss." afterward. Once the two of you leave his office, you make your way up to your apartment. Tombstone raises his finger to his lips once you unlock the door. Gently moving you out of his way, he enters the apartment and slips from room to room. He might look like a mountain, but he sounds like a stalking cat. He beacons you in, and everything looks exactly as you left it. He puts a finger to his lips again, suggesting quiet. Checking around more closely, none of your belongings are out of place. Between you and Tombstone however, the pair of you find three small electronic devices that were not there when you left. He pulls out his phone, and points at it as a way to communicate.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Dec 10, 2022 8:20:39 GMT -5
she lets tombstone do his thing as she waits. when he motions to his phone she pulls hers out aswell. not happy that her place was compromised as she walks towards her closet and pushing the boxes out of the way to get to the mini fridge with her synthetic blood was stored. intending to take everything from the server. she grabs her spare duffle bag and unlocks the safe. pulling out the 12 bags that were stored in there and sticking them in the bag then standing to gather more of her clothing and pull out her hidden cash. She had learned to keep some cash hidden over the years even had some currency from other countrys just incase. stuffing that in her duffle bag aswell and then heading for her dresser to get her underwear.
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