<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 9px"><div style="text-align: center"><a class="username" data-user-id="1285" data-username="Darko" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1285/">Darko</a>​</div></span></span><div style="/*BOX ONE*/
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<i>"Yes." </i><br/>
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Her response had been simple, to the point... yet had filled Godric with a surge of adrenaline and desire that he was not sure he'd ever felt before. A satisfied smirk had come to his lips, a sense of accomplishment and excitement washing over him. Yet in a surge of boldness of her own, Bowie moved to her feet. She prowled towards him, her hands coming down on his hard muscled thighs as she leaned forward, spilling her lovely cleavage into his line of sight. His eyes were locked on hers, yet when she'd leaned forward, his eyes trailed the curve of her jaw, the length of her throat, the sharpness of her collarbone, until.. He was staring directly into her cleavage, a delicate tattoo placed between them. Fucking hell. The woman was walking sex appeal and danger and his arousal only hightened. And then, she purred her name. ]<br/>
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"Bowie." His words mirrored her own, her name sounding like a praise as it left his lips. He could practically feel the era in which she came from, a flower child of course. Fuck, he loved the seventies. Especially since the era produced a vampiress so beautifully dangerous and devilish.<br/>
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"Bowie, I think you and I are going to make quite the duo. Tell me, have you ever been to Bon Temps?" Godric grinned, reaching up to let a finger trail gently along the edge of her breast, where the exposed swell met with the edge of her shirt. He could practically see her nipples hardening, begging for the attention of his mouth. But he would refrain from such impulses for the time being. For Godric had found a new partner in crime and they would both take Bon Temps by fucking storm.<br/>
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Their travels had taken only a quick forty minutes, though night was in full swing. Despite that fact, it had been rather easy for Godric to compel the first human whose home he'd admired into filling out all of the necessary paperwork in order to grant ownership of the home to Godric. Even as the first vampire to walk the Earth, he could not enter human homes without invitation. Though he could stand at their doorstep and compel them into his wishes, as he had with Gerald Beckman, the owner of a rather large Victorian style estate, deep on the outskirts of Bon Temps. The home was large, had adequate space, and fortunately enough for Godric and Bowie, the basement had plenty of room for coffins. He'd made arrangements to go the following night to purchase some from the local funeral home. Though when the sun rose, they would have to make do with spending the night locked into one of the human bedrooms, the windows sealed tightly and thick blankets draped over them.<br/>
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Gerald Beckman hadn't lived much longer past Godric and Bowie's move in. They had brought their belongings inside, of which Godric had little, and had effectively made Gerald Beckman their first kill in Bon Temps, Louisiana. Godric himself had taken the body and dumped it along one of the main roads of Bon Temps, far enough away from Godric that he would not be a suspect, yet openly left to be found by the authorities. He wanted to shake Bon Temps up, rattle their fragile minds with the body of a human, clearly killed by a vampire due to the bite marks on each side of his neck and his body's otherwise utter lack of blood. When he'd returned back to the home, waltzing through the front door as he called out to his newfound interest.<br/>
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"Bowie?" Godric called, waltzing into the living room as he did so. He needed to speak with the woman, to tell her who and what he was and why he wished to seek out a specific human, who lived in the dreary town they now occupied.<br/>
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"Come, darling. I'd like to discuss some things with you." Godric finished, moving to the couch as he took a seat, draping his arm over the back of the couch itself.<br/>
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