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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 23, 2022 12:40:11 GMT -5
You get the feeling that Tombstone is two people. Sometimes he’s the big brute that will rips your arms off and beat you to death with them. Other times he’s a big teddy bear, that is caring and soft. You’ve seen both a number of times. You’re in private now, and he seems to be the teddy bear. Last time you changed you were in a public alley. Maybe his persona changes based on his surroundings? Or maybe you’ve been running around getting into car accidents, and gun fights and you kinda stink since you haven’t showered. Could be either frankly.
Tombstone nods when you say you’re ready, and moves toward the door. You reach the door before him, but he puts his hand on the door before you can open it. He waits for you to look at him before he speaks, choosing his words carefully, “Do you trust me now?”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 23, 2022 16:02:49 GMT -5
She looks up when he puts his hand on the door, it takes just a second for his words to sink in and then she nods."i do." the emotions flashing across her eyes back up her words as she looks up at him, slightly nervous about why he was asking that now of all times, "if i didnt you wouldnt be standing here, no one has ever come into my apartment." she said as she adjusted the bag over her shoulder as she looked at him. She definetly liked the softer side of him but also the tough guy persona as it made her feel safe, a feeling she hadnt felt in a very very long time. Either or she liked and it just showed that she had feelings developing for him and that alone terrified her... Tucking her hair back over her shoulder she glanced at the door nervously.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 23, 2022 17:47:59 GMT -5
“So no more peeling off by yourself? At least until this is all sorted?” His hand drops off the door while his other hand rises up. Both hands land on your shoulders, you can feel the tips of his fingers pressing into your back just below the shoulder blades. Damn he has big hands. “We have a traitor in the court, and they know who you are. They knew what you ride, and they might know where you live too.” He holds your eyes for a long moment to let that sink in. “Is there anything here you want to take with you, you might not be back for a while.”
He lets go of your shoulders, and waves a hand across the apartment before he continues, “Now that that asshole earlier got away, they know who I am too. My place is secure, you’re the only one that has ever been there.” He moves to the knob side of the door like you’ve seen cops on TV do right before they burst into the baddies house. “They were after a big shipment of blood, so they’re likely looking to fly under the radar in the city. I’m thinking blood bags instead of hunting to keep a low profile.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 23, 2022 18:15:00 GMT -5
"i'll do my best to stick to you like glue." she said with a smirk trying her best to make a small joke before the severity of the situation sets in and she glances around the apartment for a few moments before nodding." i've got all the fresh blood bags from here, in my lab across the hall is the synthetic blood ive been working on. between what ive got and whats at your place we should have enough for a few weeks, well as long as you dont mind synthetic blod." she says as she steps to the side so she isnt in the direct line of site when the door opens just incase.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 24, 2022 17:48:44 GMT -5
Tombstone opens the door and darts through the opening as soon as it's opened far enough for him to do so. You don't hear any gun shots, so you follow behind Tombstone. He leads you back to the elevator. While you wait for the elevator to answer your call, Tombstone glances down at you. "Synth isn't really isn't for me. Never could get over the taste of it. Besides, where's the fun of the hunt in poking in a straw?" The elevator dings, and Tombstone sweeps you off to the side as the doors open. The carriage is empty, and you both move inside. You operate the elevator panel, and Tombstone positions himself so you're in the corner and his entire form blocks you completely.
The elevator ride is uneventful. Tombstone escorts you to the car like you're the fucking president. He doesn't seem to calm at all, until you're inside the car. Once the car has traveled a couple blocks, Tombstone visibly relaxes. "I think we're in the clear."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 24, 2022 18:21:07 GMT -5
"it beats leting the hunger consume you and for those that want to blend in more or cant hunt freely then it works." she said and shrugged and once he finally relaxed she leans against him, though whether its for comfort or simply for appearances is hard to tell. she sits silently beside him watching out the window as the car moves along.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 24, 2022 19:40:36 GMT -5
Tombstone wraps his arm around you and pulls you tight against his chest. He rests his chin on the top of your head and hums a little song. The tune is familiar, but you haven't heard it in decades. Maybe a song from sometime around world war two. "You're safe." Tombstone whispers into your hair between breaths. The ride is uneventful, and you and Tombstone are dropped off at the front door of the apartment. Tombstone pays the driver, and leads you down into the bowels of the building where he lives. "Nobody knows where I live except you, so we should be safe enough here."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 25, 2022 15:42:39 GMT -5
"you keep saying that and im not sure if your telling me that or if your saying it for yourself" she says and looks up at him once they step out of the car. giving a nod as she follows him down into where he lives, keeping the an eye over her shoulder as she walks not wanting anyone to sneak up on them.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 26, 2022 9:30:00 GMT -5
Tombstone nods against your head, "I'm always safe, even in a gun fight. After all, only the good die young. I'm going to live forever." He says it so seriously, and why wouldn't he? Vampires don't age. He really will live forever. He leads you down into his place, and tosses his bullet hole ridden jacket on the bed. He strip off what's left of his clothing completely unconcerned that you're in the room. He grabs fresh clothes and begins to dress once again. "You can stash you blood with mine. I believe you know where." Once dressed he moves to his record player, and puts on a record by Sonny Stitt. You hear the jazz begin, the star of the piece is the saxophone. "Do you like nineteen twenties jazz?"
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 26, 2022 10:19:12 GMT -5
She cant help but smile when he says he is going to live forever before following him into his place and watching him strip for a moment before realising what she is doing and turning her back to him pretending to study the posters hanging on the wall till he mentions about storing the blood and she nodds and hurrys off to the little kitchen he has and spends the next few minutes transfering the blood pouches from her bag to the fridge befire she hears the music start and heads back for his room." yes i do, never found anyone else who enjoys it though." she says and smiles up at him, a bit of a far away look on her face as she remembers that era.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 27, 2022 2:16:08 GMT -5
“I’ve always been a bit of a melophile.” He says as you enter back into the room. He’s wearing black jeans now, with a grey slayer tee shirt. The contrast between nineteen twenties jazz and slayer couldn’t be more glaring, but here he is sitting cross legged on the floor. His eyes are closed as he savours the music. He stays there quietly listening until the record ends, then he carefully lifts the needle and removes the record.
He stows the record in it’s sleeve and gestures to his collection. A dozen milk crates like you would find in the supermarket turned sideways and filled with records. Beside that wall mounted shelves filled with cassette tapes. Beside that two standing shelves filled with compact disks. “Your turn.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 27, 2022 6:19:42 GMT -5
"really?" she asks as she looks at him then at his collection surprised he was actually letting her pick. With a big grin she bounces over to the collection like a kid in a candy store and spends a good 20 minutes or so trying to decide before finally her eyes go wide as she carefully almost revently pulls out a record and turns to look at him. "i thought i was the only one in the city with an autographed copy of earth wind and fire." she says as she looks down at the record in her hands before walking over to the record player and carefully setting it down. Adjusting the needle just right and as the first notes begin to drift threw the room she takes a seat opposite him on the floor as her eyes drift close. The music brought back memories of seeing them live in concert the very first time, it was one of the only times she had risked the sunlight. because the concert had started in the afternoon. If one looked carefully she still had a scar on her right hip from when her shirt had hiked up exposing her skin to the sun that day. She had nearly lost herself that night to the hunger because she had refused to hunt in order to heal as there had been to many humans around and she wasnt in her home territory for that concert.
(earth wind and fire is my all time favorite band. if you have never heard them i suggest looking them up)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 27, 2022 12:04:16 GMT -5
“E.W.F eh? I have all twenty two of their albums in one form or another. If you like them, have you heard of this band?” He moves to another crate and pulls out a record. “Here.” He hands you a Salty Peppers record. “This was Earth Wind and Fire before they were Earth Wind and Fire. You should put it on next.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 27, 2022 13:10:15 GMT -5
"oh wow these are hard to find. "she says as she looks at the record he just handed her and smiles. "its nice to find someone who appreciates music the way i do" a small smile flashes across her face as she looks back down at the record in her hands and begins to hum along to the songs currently playing. obviously enjoying herself with the music.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 28, 2022 5:26:28 GMT -5
Bud stands up and offers you a hand, “Dance with me.” He technically didn’t ask you to dance, but he also kinda did. He dances well enough, much better than you expected actually. It’s almost strange watching this man who so casually killed a bunch of men earlier today dancing without a care in the world. That thought brings you right back to the men you killed earlier today. You can still see their corpses laying there in steadily glowing pools of blood.
The music shifts to a slow song, and Bud takes your hand and pulls you closer to him. There is a moment of Junior high dance, unsure and awkward. Then that feeling pops like a bubble and with it the thoughts about corpses vanish like smoke.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 28, 2022 15:58:19 GMT -5
happily and easily loosing herself into music as she danced with him, her thoughts swirling all over the place till he pulls her close and she looks up at him before glancing away a bit of that awkward embaressment flashing across her face before she settles into his arms. Something about it feels so right and it felt a bit like a dream. one she hoped she didnt wake up from anytime. This was the first time in a very long time that she felt genuine happiness and it was cause she took a chance and trusted someone. though some where in the back of her mind she couldnt help but worry that if he knew about her past he wouldnt want her around, just like everyone else. ducking her gaze down as if hiding her eyes as she tried to chase the thought away not wanting to ruin a perfectly good moment.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Mar 31, 2022 17:13:37 GMT -5
After you finish your slow song, you dance through a couple more faster songs. Bud holds up his hands at the end of the record, "I'm going to sit for a bit. Pick out another record. They're sorted by decade, then alphabetically by band." He sits down on the bed, and lays back with his hands crossed behind his head. He watches you dance with a smile on his face, "So tell me a story from your Human days, please?"
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Mar 31, 2022 19:41:26 GMT -5
Lost in the music as she is for a bit his question doesnt register in her head for a bit before finally she turns and looks at him..." umm i would rather not." she says her words a whisper as she turns away, the enjoyment of the music lost as she runs her fingers threw her hair as she turns to stare at the record player.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 3, 2022 8:59:38 GMT -5
Bud just looks at you in silence for a good long while. You can feel his eyes upon you, as if to say I can wait all night. He doesn't wait all night though, "That bad eh? It is what it is. I was conscripted into the army, fought the Germans with a machine gun. I took a mortar blast that damn near split me in half. I was turned in the hospital. Given another chance to hunt the Germans, only this time they had reason to fear the night." Tombstone pulls himself up to a sitting position, his back resting against the headboard. "Tell me a story then. Topic of your choice."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 3, 2022 13:21:18 GMT -5
Feeling his eyes on her she remains standing with her back to him for a while till he starts to tell his own story and then she finds herself sitting on the floor, with her knees tucked to her chest as she stares down at her feet. a soft sigh slips past her lips as she runs her fingers threw her hair causing it to fall around her face like a curtain as she tried to find the words to start with.
"in a village in the vast irish country side there was a girl, one of 11 siblings with no hope for the future but to be married off for what ever her father wanted. Her very body traded to a vile drunken man for mere farm animals. Treated as a slave and beaten by the man when ever he touched a bottle of liquer. Her only hope and thought of happyness was that she carried a child and hoped that the birth of this child would change things in her life... The pregnancy was rough, see all the women in her family for generations had always lost the first child before or shortly after birth. A curse you could say...." her voice was heavy with emotion as she didnt dare raise her gaze and simply continued to tell her story, slowly sinking into the dark memories.
"the day came when her child would enter the world but something was wrong, so very wrong... a storm raged outside their small house and there was blood so much blood. the drunken fool of a man had gone to fetch the towns doctor but by time they returned it was far to late. she lay there barely breathing when a shadow approached and offered her the promise of peace, the promise of no more pain....." she slowly raised her head to look not at him but past him as she relived the memory of that night.
"there was no peace, there was so much pain, the shadow that saved her became her mentor and yet her torturer, it took a long time before she recovered, her mind warped by the things he had her do, the innocents he had her slaughter, till another made her see her actions were wrong, she turned on the one who had saved her and took his life and in return was offered shelter and a place to study as long as she swore her allegience to them, she wouldnt be held responsible for her crimes." Slowly her eyes came back into focus and she realised she was in fact staring at him...
"sorry..." she whispered and dropped her gaze once more to her feet as slowed her breathing, something she didnt even realise she had done but often did when remembering her human years.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 5, 2022 18:50:13 GMT -5
Bud stays quiet as the grave the entire time you're speaking, watching you silently with an unreadable expression. "I'm sorry you had a shitty sire. But you should never be sorry. You're an apex predator now, damned by God itself if the stories are to be believed. By the stories, no one lives without original sin. Whether it be life or unlife, it's just varying states of damnation. I see so much potential in you, we just have to fan the flames." He cuts off there, but you feel like he was going to say more. He doesn't continue, even after waiting for a minute or so.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 5, 2022 19:07:49 GMT -5
she looks up at him curiously expecting him to continue with what he was saying but when he doesnt she drops her gaze to the ground. " potential for murder, for spilling blood and enjoying it more than i should....." her voice a bit of a whisper as she runs her fingers threw her hair again as a slight shiver runs down her spine. though what caused it isnt easy to figure out as they dont feel cold like humans do so she shouldnt be reacting to the temperature more likely a response to the memories that swirl around in her mind. she knows her slumber while her body will rest her mind wont be able to as the flashbacks will haunt her.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 7, 2022 18:01:09 GMT -5
Bud looks at you curiously, "What's wrong with that?" He stands and approaches you, lifting your chin with his hand so you're looking up at him. "You're a predator. Our species are the most powerful hunters in the world. If you don't like murder, then set yourself some rules. I do not hunt children for example, so I do most of my hunting in bars where the age pool is a little higher." He winks, and adds with a joking tone, "Besides, you shouldn't spill blood. It's better to savour it." He runs the back of his fingers across your cheek, and down the side of your neck. His massive hand comes to a stop on your shoulder, holding it and part of your upper arm. "It's okay to enjoy violence. There is nothing wrong with that."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 9, 2022 11:07:07 GMT -5
looking up at him she gives a slight nod though she drops her gaze again."i enjoy it a bit to much, which is why i dont kill, i dont hunt, i keep strictly to the blood bags." her voice soft as she stares down at the ground."well now you know more about me, still think im that hot scientist from the blood bank." her voice holds humor and a bit of sadness as she tries to move back putting a little distance between them when in reality she would rather step closer. she was definetly at war with herself.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 9, 2022 12:43:48 GMT -5
He matches you step for step until you come up short against a wall covered in displayed weapons from throughout time. Blades, including swords. Guns ranging from handguns to rifles. “Good. You should enjoy your power.” He looms over you this close, and you have seen first hand the destruction that body can bring even without a weapon. Then he gives you a warm smile, but his eyes are still predatory, “Of course you’re the hot scientist from the blood bank. Why do you think I went to get blood bags? I hunt for my meals, I have no need of the contents of my fridge.” He points at you, actually poking you between the breasts with his outstretched finger, “It was you I was hunting.” His voice was a little off there, and you realize his fangs are out. Hungry? Horny? Angry? You’re not really sure.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 9, 2022 13:14:10 GMT -5
glancing down at where your finger is poking she cant help the small smile that plays across her lips as she looks up at you, leaning her head as far back as she can against the wall, involuntarily tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck to him a bit. "its been a long time since ive hunted" she says as she looks him up and down quickly her words a double meaning, her tongue darting out to lick across her full lower lip as she watches you. not really sure what is going on in that head of yours but oddly not afraid of what ever it is.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 12, 2022 6:53:20 GMT -5
He places his free hand on the wall above your shoulder, leaning down so his face is close to your neck. His pointing finger presses you against the wall as surely as a normal man’s full weight would. He inhales to speak and you can feel the coolness of the air moving across your flesh, but he only whispers in your ear, “Business before pleasure.”
Abruptly he is gone, tossing himself onto his bed with a sigh. You become aware of the record skipping along the inside edge of the grooves, this side having played all of it’s content. You also start to feel the pull of sleep, or what passes for sleep in your second life. The sun must be creating the horizon.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 12, 2022 16:32:47 GMT -5
standing there anticipating the feeling of his lips against her skin, the feeling that never comes as his words drift threw her brain. " right buisness before pleasure how could i forget." letting out a breath she didnt even realise she was holding as she gives a shake of her head and walks over to the record player, removing the record and putting it away before closing the record player and going over to where her bag was. pulling out a shirt and shorts to sleep in she heads for the bathroom making sure to shut the door behind her. Leaning back against it for but a moment. if she was human her heart would be racing right now. with a smirk and a shake of her head she quickly showers and changes into her pjs which consist of an extra large tshirt and short shorts before walking back out and over to her bag. sitting down on the floor infront of it as she puts her clothes away and pulls out her hair brush. setting to detangleing and braiding her hair as was her usual routine.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Apr 13, 2022 8:54:35 GMT -5
When you return Bud is still laying in the exact same position, only now he’s just in black boxer briefs. With his height he fills the bed from headboard to almost hanging off the bottom. He lays there with his ankles crossed, and his fingers intertwined together behind his head. His eyes are still open, but he is as still as a corpse. You get the feeling that he is still awake though, but your not sure why. Maybe you’re weary of such a predator lurking so close, maybe you hope he’s still awake so he can finish what he started before your shower.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Apr 13, 2022 17:29:18 GMT -5
eventually getting up, once her hair is braided and her clothes are tucked away in her bag once more she walks over to the edge of the bed and climbs in, careful to stay as close to the edge as possible giving him as much space as possible. part of her hoping there was more to what was started earlier but knowing he is very strict about the buisness before pleasure and so she lets herself relax where she lays with her back to him.
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