Raphaelle "elle" Cunningham. (nsfw)

[DM-Delfon]

Tombstone just smiles as she lays down beside him, "It seems silly for both of us to sleep on the floor." Tombstone stands up, and you think he's going to go to his bed as you intended. Then he picks you up again, "I know you have a thing about me picking you up, and I'll stop doing it when you start following directions." He abruptly tosses you across the room so that you bounce off of one side of the bed and land on the other. You bounce again as he lands on the bed beside you. "There, now we can at least both be comfortable. If you wanted to be close to me you could have just said something." He lays out exactly like he was on the floor, only now because of the size of the bed he is laying almost close enough to touch.

[lilmsdarknes]

Bouncing across the bed her boobs nearly bounce out of the corset top as she finally stops moving and looks over at him, pushing her hair out of her face she sticks her tongue out at him much like a child at the moment. " i don't have a thing about it, i'm just not used to it, its just been a very long time since someone's touched me....."it took a few moments before her sluggish brain kicked in and she realized what she said.... She quickly laid down and turned so her back was to him so he couldn't see the embarrassment on her face as she slapped her hand against her face as she couldn't believe she had just admitted that to him.

[DM-Delfon]

Things are quiet for a long moment. Quiet enough that you think he might have fallen asleep. Maybe he didn’t hear you at all? You finally start to relax when he says, “Bud Ekins.” With no context, or perhaps because the sun is up, it takes you a long while to realize that he’s just told you his actual name. “You’re the only person that has ever been here.” He confides.

You feel him shift behind you, his weight depressing the bed makes you slide into contact with him again. Then you feel his massive hand envelop your shoulder, gently turning you onto your back again. He’s up on his elbow, looming over you in this position like a wave crashing over a surfer. “You need to know that I don’t mix business with pleasure. Earlier you presented me with two offers, one business and one pleasure. I want to do both, but mixing business with pleasure has burned me in the past. Once we’re done with business…” he trails off, his tongue wetting his lips as his eyes scan down your body. You can feel the desire radiating off of him, but you can also feel the iron will holding it back.

[lilmsdarknes]

as his words sink into her brain and she is rolled onto her back as she looks up at him. Swallowing hard past the lump in her throat as she nods. Desire dancing in her eyes as she watched him look her over. "i understand.... i don't mix....." her words trailed off as she tried to figure out how to explain the fact that she doesnt let anyone get close enough to enjoy pleasure. "i've been burned by men more times than ive been burned by the sun." she said as she looked away, her eyes growing heavy. "Raphaelle Cunningham." her words quiet as she yawned.

[DM-Delfon]

Tombstone, or Bud if you prefer rolls back onto his back. His weight still causes you to slowly slide into him. “Rest well Miss Cunningham.” He says simply before closing his eyes and remaining perfectly motionless. Even after all this time it’s still strange to see someone not breathing when they sleep.

You wake in the morning engulfed by Tombstone’s arm protectively, or perhaps possessively, wrapped around you. The length of your back pressed tight against the front of him. Your lithe legs wrapped around the tree trucks that are his legs. You feel him breathing, which at first is a comfort. It brings you back to your mortal relationships. Then you realize that him pretending to breath means he woke up before you.

[lilmsdarknes]

"just Elle is fine" she whispers as she watches him for a moment before letting sleep consume her as well, waking up she is confused at first and yet oddly comfortable wrapped up in his embrace. Till she realizes he is breathing and she instantly tenses in his arms her first thought to get up. Though part of her doesn't want to move and rather enjoy the comfort of being in another's arms for the first time in a few centuries. Their brief conversation fliting back threw her mind as she slowly turned her head to look at him over her shoulder as she forced herself to take the first waking breath, feeling the burn in her chest as her lungs reacted to the oxygen after being so still. "morning." her voice a soft whisper as the traces of dead sleep fade from her eyes.

[DM-Delfon]

You tense, and he doesn’t move at all. At least until you try to pivot to look at him, try being the key word. Though he does move his arm once you try to turn. “Morning.” He says simply, looking down at you from where he rests on his side with his head propped up on one hand. “I’ve been trying to figure it out.” Realizing you have no context he adds, “I never move when I sleep, and I’m a very light sleeper. How did we end up entangled?” He rolls off the bed, and goes to the wardrobe for a change of clothes. “I’m going to grab a shower.” He says as he walks off to where he said the bathroom was. A moment later you hear the water start spraying and see his jeans hit the floor through the open doorway.

[lilmsdarknes]

"I'm not sure, I'm a heavy sleeper and don't usually move... at least i don't think i do....... not that im complaining...." she says as she sits up and runs her fingers threw her hair. She knows she probably looks a mess with smudged makeup and her hair loose and all over, so its a surprise he didn't run away sooner. as she heard then saw his jeans hit the floor the thought of joining him in the shower crossed her mind but he had said he didn't mix business with pleasure and she didn't have a change of clothes so she would just wait till she got home to shower. Getting up from the bed she walked over to where her boots and jacket were and picked them up then headed towards where he said his kitchen was, intending to at least wash the makeup off her face. So she didn't look like a complete mess.

[DM-Delfon]

Kitchen is a strong word, there is a microwave, a hot plate, and a mini fridge that contains the supply of blood bags you provided him last night, and the supply from the time before that. Both sets untouched. Maybe he just wanted to see you, or maybe he was casing the joint. He did know right where the guy from the monitor would be, and he killed him so casually. The water’s still running, you could get to your bike and be gone before he got out… or…?

[lilmsdarknes]

Standing there staring at both orders of blood bags before slowly closing the fridge and turning around in the direction of the bathroom. The first thought that crossed her mind was run and that she was stupid for trusting him, but something about last night and what he said made her want to believe that he wasn't behind the robbery. "why am i always so stupid." her voice just a whisper as she walked back into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed facing the bathroom, with the intent on confronting him about her suspicions though it might very well get her killed. Her brain said run and never look back, that this is why she never trusts others because they always lie ,but some part of her deep down in what remains of morality said that he wasn't behind this.

[DM-Delfon]

Lost in thought, and only half listening to the shower running in the other room you’re surprised to find Bud standing about where he was laying last night. Doubly surprised when you see him only wearing a towel. It’s a normal sized towel that looks delightfully small on his glistening hard body. “I left it running for you, the faucets can be tricky sometimes.”

[lilmsdarknes]

"thanks" she muttered as she walked into the bathroom and quickly washed off the makeup on her face. Her head spinning with the possibility of him working with the people that robbed her. Coming out of the bathroom with her hands tugging at her hair trying to get it pulled back. "so care to explain why you still have the last blood pack order still in your fridge untouched.... You know what actually I don't care.... " Anger flashing in her eyes as she walks out the door, pulling on her jacket and heading down for her bike.

[DM-Delfon]

Bud stands there freshly dressed in jeans, a slipknot tee-shirt, and his leather motorcycle jacket. He tries to respond, but is cut off. “Alright then.” He says too quiet for her to hear. He stoops to pick up her helmet from the corner, and then goes after her. He knows it’s too late when he hears her engine start up, so he doubles back to grab his own helmet. “I don’t know what has you so pissed off, but you forgot your helmet. I’ll leave it on the skids for you.” He says not managing to hide his own growing anger from his voice.

Grabbing a spare headset, he quickly installs it into her helmet before setting it on the skids like he said he would. Then he heads back into his apartment to arm up for what he hopes will be a fun night of hunting the minions of the Followers of Set.

[lilmsdarknes]

Realising she her helmet wasn't where she thought she left it she turns around to grab it as he places it on the skids and walks away. Snatching it up she pulls it on and speeds off. Barely waiting for the garage door to open completely before dissapearing into the street. "he still has the last order of blood bags in the fridge.. and he came early to get his next batch.... Just before those guys showed up.... He could have been casing the joint for all I know. How could I be so stupid.... This is what I get for trying to make friends..." Her words spill out of her mouth in a rush as she weaves in and out of traffic. Completely unaware that she was being tailed since she pulled out of the garage. Or that he could even hear her cause of the mike he installed. Curses fly as she cuts around a taxi that decided to break last second. Just as her back end is clipped and sends her and the bike skidding

[DM-Delfon]

You’re so caught up in cursing out Tombstone that you don’t hear the telltale rumble of his engine through the noise canceling microphone. Your bike is faster than his, but not by much. He has had every aspect of that bike custom fitted over the years for peak performance. Add in traffic and he’s managing to keep up with you just fine.

As you skid to a halt, smacking the curb hard enough to put a big dent in your helmet you see the car that hit you angling straight toward you. At first you think the driver is checking to see if you’re okay, but then you notice the front end rise as it accelerates toward you to finish the job it started. You bike slides under the backend of a pickup truck, wedging in there hard enough to lift the rear suspension.

(Will edit in damage for you to soak, and I’ll need a roll to get out of the way of the on coming car.)

[lilmsdarknes]

her eyes going wide in fear as she realizes the car is comeing towards her she quickly rolls out of the way and up onto the curb, looking around she realizes her bike is stuck under the rear end of a truck and she cant help but let out a string of curses, as she had just finished getting it fitted to her preference and now she would have to get even more work done if it was even salvageable at this point but she had more pressing matters like the car that had hit her. her head whips around to look at the car as she tried to get up rather glad she had been decked out in leather still. "guess letting me walk away wasnt enough was it." she muttered though who it was directed at wasn't clear.

Dex 1 + Dodge 1 = 10, 7 crit, pass

[DM-Delfon]

“Stop swearing so much, you’re making it hard to think.” Tombstone’s voice comes in loud and clear. You realize now that you have a new piece of equipment in your dented helmet. “Dive behind cover, now!” His first words surprised you, the second set were given as a command. His voice full of bravado and dominance.

That’s about when a lot starts to happen all at once. The car that tried to kill you mounts the curb, missing you by inches. It’s windshield spiders and a hole the size of your head appears in the middle of the passenger side. An incredibly loud bang explodes behind you by maybe thirty feet. A pistol falls out the passenger side window, and the mostly headless passenger slumps against the dash. “Get the fuck down.” Tombstone orders again. This time you hear shattering glass as the windshield gains a new hole, and so does the driver’s chest. Glancing back toward the loud bangs, you see Tombstone with a heavy shotgun pointed basically at you as he pumps another round into the chamber.

Dex 2 + Fire arms 3 = 9,1,2,5,7.
Pass, Fumble, fail fail, pass. 1 success.

Celerity
Dex 2 + Fire arms 3 = 7,6,7,1,2
Pass, pass, pass, fumble, fail. 2 success.

[lilmsdarknes]

Not having the time to process the fact that she can hear him in her helmet as she quickly takes cover behind a nearby car as there isn't much else in the way of cover on the side of the street. The two loud shots echo in her already sensitive and pounding head even with the helmet on earning a groan from her as she grabs for her head which doesn't do much good as she still has the helmet on her head. Peaking out from her cover she realizes the shotgun he holds is pointed at her and he is loading it again. "if you wanted me dead you could have fucking killed me in my sleep, or just let the car run me over" she said as she looked up at him threw the cracked visor. Even with the leathers on she could feel the pain begining to set in from the road rash that ran up the right side of her body, the tell tale wetness of blood starting to run down her thigh where the worst of it was and where there was now a gaping hole in her leather pants, hopefully there were no hungry vamps out tonight as the scent of blood would draw them quick and she really didn't want more trouble as it was because the elders were sure to hear about this and be calling aswell.

[DM-Delfon]

Things are still happening very very quickly. Movies and television do not portray firefights anywhere near accurately. They are so much louder, and way more chaotic. Tombstone’s shotgun tracks you as you dive for cover. The mouth of the barrel spits fire, and the shot rings out so much louder than the last two shots. It sounds like it’s coming from all around you. Then abruptly all is quiet. Tombstone gets off his bike, and moves toward you gun in hand. “Get up.” He commands. His shirt is shredded, and dozens of dark spots are sticking his shirt to his body. He moves past you, his steps sure and quick. His shotgun rings out again.

You stand up and review the horror scene around you. The car that tried to kill your is parked diagonally across the sidewalk. The passenger’s head is half gone and his lifeless body is leaned half on the door with one arm out the window. The driver is sitting perfectly as if he was still driving, but there is a fist sized hole where his heart should be. Pivoting to follow where Tombstone went you see a third man that’s missing his left arm at the elbow, and the left side of his chest is punched in just like the driver. It all took maybe six seconds.

Tombstone whirls on you, dropping his shotgun so it hangs from it’s strap at his side. “Follow.” He commands, immediately pivoting away from you and pointing behind himself. His tone is that of command. Somebody that is used to issuing orders and having them obeyed without question. He moves to the truck that is pinning your bike, grabs the towing hitch and picks it up. He shoves it forward past your bike and sets it down. He then picks up your bike, and briefly looks it over. “Mostly cosmetic, can you ride?”

[lilmsdarknes]

"yeah I can ride" she mutters as she walks over to her bike. Her ears still ringing from all the shots fired. This is gonna be a mess to explain. Starting up her bike she climbs on, her thigh screaming in pain which she did her best to ignore. They both were going to need to feed soon. She wanted to go back to her place where she had blood and could clean up but she didn't want to take him to her place so they would have to go to the blood bank instead hopefully the next round of synthetic blood was done and they could both feed. "How the hell did you know where I was" she asked as her brain finally processed the fact that he could hear her from her helmet.

[DM-Delfon]

"Good." is all the response you get from Tombstone as he gets back onto his own bike. He slides the shotgun into a side mounted case that wasn't there the last time you saw his bike. He pulls back out onto the road carefully avoiding the carnage and debris from the accident and the gunfire. He ignores your question completely, instead gunning his bike to pull away from the scene of a triple homicide. He travels for maybe five minutes before he slows, and pulls into an alley between two buildings. When you turn into the mouth of the alley you don't see his bike at all, but you do see him stepping out from behind a dumpster. His hands are fisted at his side, and he looks angry. In a ice cold monotone he says, "Do you still think I'm one of them?"

In the beam of your headlight you can see that he was shot in the chest with a shotgun, minor damage really as scatter shot doesn't have the umph to punch through undead flesh unless it's very close. Not like the slugs Tombstone was using, those leave two inch entrance wounds and much bigger exit wounds. The thought of those wounds flashes the carnage you just witnessed back to the forefront of your mind. His voice is still an icy monotone, "Do you really think I came in for more blood because I was casing the joint?" He takes a deep unnecessary breath and turns his back on you, putting both his hands behind his head.

Your bike is only part way turned into the alley. You could easily turn back to the road and be gone before he could start his bike and come after you again. Now that you know you have the mic in your helmet, you can deactivate it easily enough.

[lilmsdarknes]

Pulling off her helmet as she looks at him. "I don't know what to think right this second, I just got run off the road and nearly killed....." Her own icy monotone matching his. "Then why did you come to get your order early if you hadn't even touched the first one?" An edge of uncertainty in her voice as she looked down at the dent in her helmet and back at him. He looked like shit and she knew she did to. Carefully walking her bike further into the aley way and parking it next to his behind the dumpster. She wasn't running from this at least not now. Though she wasnt sure she trusted him as she didn't trust anyone at the moment after the last 24 hours. "When did you put a Mike in my helmet?" She asked as she got off her bike and turned to face him.

[DM-Delfon]

He laughs, deep and booming. Such a stark contrast to the ice that was coming from him not a moment before, "Because you're crazy hot woman. I came in to replace my backup stash since the last set expired. I don't make use of blood bags very often because I have herd Humans, and I like to hunt for my own food. I found you attractive, and I wanted to check out your sweet sweet ass again." He turns around to face you, and you can see that the minor wounds on his chest are gone. "Since you were running away angry for some fucking reason I put my spare mic in your helmet so I could try to talk to you. Of course I couldn't get a word in edgewise over you cursing me out while you rode. So I suited up to take out our quarry and followed you. It's not hard to follow a motorcycle that's weaving through traffic, just follow the horn blasts."

(You would have been full after feeding yesterday. When you wake up you loose 1 blood point. You can also spend a blood point to heal 1 damage. You currently have 2 damage from the wreak.)

[lilmsdarknes]

His laughter startles her as it's the last thing she expected since he was just angry with her and as he explains himself her mouth just goes wide with a simple"oh" as she hadn't been expecting that answer from him. Glancing down at her boots like a scolded child. "sorry" she whispers as she fiddles with the zipper on her jacket. Not sure what else to say at the moment till a breeze blows threw the alley way bringing the faint scent of blood she is reminded that she has a hole in the side of her pants and her jacket aswell from where she skidded on the road. Her wounds mostly closed up and atleast not bleeding now. "I guess I jumped the gun, it just seemed to make sense after everything last night, you seemed to know exactly where to find the guy and you had the order of blood bags from last pickup still there..... It's been a long time since I've had a target on my back..." The last part was whispered again as she slowly looked up at him. The ringing finally fading from her ears though her head still definetly hurt.

[DM-Delfon]

“Trust issues, I get it. I am an absolute monster with few redeemable qualities, but loyalty is one. I’m also good in a fight, excellent in the sack and strong as hell. You can trust me, unless you cross me. So, we good?” He nods when you agree. “Give me a second.”

He walks a short distance away, and pulls out his phone. He doesn’t try to hide what he’s talking about. In fact you suspect that he’s speaking loud enough for you to hear so that it won’t breed more distrust so soon after dismissing the last. He called someone named Vinny to pick up your bikes, and repair yours. He requested a new helmet, and told him to scrap the shotgun.

With the call completed, he returns, “We don’t have far to go. We can take the rest on foot. I’m expecting this to be a vamp nest. You up for that? What gifts did your sire give you?

[lilmsdarknes]

"yeah i guess so. atleast my ears arent ringing anymore. " she said as she reached up and took her braid down and let her hair fall loose around her as she looked down at her clothes. "wait one second." she said and walked over to her bike and popped the back compartment and pulled out a pair of black leggings, having forgot she had them in there "oh i got celerity, potence and presence" she says as she quickly changed into the leggings and tossed the leather pants in the dumpster at least now she didnt look a complete wreck. pulling her boots back on she quickly laced them up and walked back around the dumpster. "there thats better."

[DM-Delfon]

Tombstone is leaned up against the wall off to one side with a clear view of where you just changed. He’s got a big ass knife in hand and he’s using the tip to clean under his nails seemingly unaware of what you were just doing. You know better. He was absolutely watching you change. When you turn around and see him there he just smirks, and sheathes the blade. “You said…” he holds up his hands to make finger quotes, “Maybe I'll let you see how good I look without the pants on.” He drops his hands, “I was just taking you up on the offer.”

[lilmsdarknes]

"well tough guy did you like what you see?" she asks as she walks over to him a smirk on her face, as she shrugged out of her torn leather jacket and tossed it into the dumpster as well, glad she had back ups at home. Leaving her standing there in front of him in just her boots, black leggings and the deep purple corset top that showed off her ample chest. "next time maybe I'll let you take them off me." her words held a promise as she looked him up and down licking her bottom lip as her mind wandered to his words about being good in bed.

[DM-Delfon]

Abruptly he moved, closing the short distance between you in an instant. His fingers splayed as he runs them up the back of your neck into your hair. His fingers curl into a fist as he tugs your head to one side. His breath tickles your throat as he whispers, “Looking forward to it.” He moves his mouth up to your ear and adds. “Business before pleasure.” His lips are close enough that you can feel them brushing against your ear. Then just as abruptly he releases you, and is moving out of the alley.

You catch up to him on the street, “You have any weapons? We should have taken those idiots weapons from earlier, but I didn’t want to hang around too long.”

[lilmsdarknes]

Her eyes drift close for just a moment as she savors the close physical contact and thinks of the pleasure that is to come and then just as suddenly as he is there, he is gone leaving her there with a small pout on her face. "right business before pleasure" she mumbles as she hurries to catch up with him. When he asks about weapons she tucks both hands behind her back and then pulls out two smaller daggers that had been hidden in the back of her corset. To most a corset is barely comfortable on a good day, she is able to sleep in one and can carry daggers... Flipping then in her hands for a few minutes before tucking them away once more. "May not be a gun but they work in a pinch"