Cleveland Calling (Buffyverse). Rumiko
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				Title: <strong>Cleveland Calling (Buffyverse). Rumiko</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Polymorph</strong> on <strong>17-10-2010, 09:43:32</strong>
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				<strong>Rumiko Hasagawa, vampire. In a mansion just outside Cleveland.</strong><br><br>Rumiko ran her fingers through her long hair as the water from the power shower beat against her pale skin. Her nipples already swollen from the excitement of the kill became hard as bullets under the stinging jets of water. Blood washed off her body and swirled into patterns in the water around her feet before being sluiced away down the shower's drain. She preferred to perform her kills nude, she was a messy eater and it would have been a shame to soil her pretty clothes. She ran her hands over her slim body, dislodging dried gobbets of blood from small creases and folds. Her fingers worked their way to her swollen labia, rubbing and parting her bald sex to remove the traces of her meal.<br><br>"Please!" The voice from across the room was weak, only her heightened vampire hearing enabled her to hear the raspy croak.<br><br>The young Japanese/American stepped out of the shower cubicle. "<em>Should she now consider herself Undead/American</em>?" Rumiko thought idly, the notion bringing a quirky smile to her pretty lips. She looked across at her lastest victim.<br><br>He had a good set up here, his dungeon was well equipped and the shower cubicle fitted into the corner of the room was a nice touch. Big steel rings were fitted into the tiled walls and a high pressure hose was hung coiled beside the cubicle, no doubt her victim had enjoyed chaining his subs up and watching as they danced and squealed as he hosed them down. Rumiko thought she might have enjoyed that before her change, maybe she'd been a bit hasty in transforming into her vampire gameface and taking control as soon as the door to the dungeon had been locked behind them. It was something to think about for the future, maybe letting the victim remain in control longer would make the eventual kill sweeter when their supposed sub turned into a demon with inhuman strength and wicked teeth.<br><br>Rumiko walked across to where the bloodied and broken body of victim number nine was bound to a bondage wheel against the wall. One arm was chained at an odd angle where his shoulder had broken as she'd slammed him against the dry stone wall. His eyes flickered open as she approached, her wet feet on the flagstone floor alerting him to her presence. He struggled to focus on Rumiko, he was very weak from loss of blood and would probably die soon even if she left him.<br><br>"Please, I know what you are." He whispered, the fear evident in his voice. "Make me one of you, I have money. This house,cars,whatever you want, just don't let me die."<br><br>Rumiko smiled, how he'd changed in the two days she'd played here. Gone was the uber rich dominant that had picked her up in the fetish club and driven her home as a plaything. All that was left was a pathetic bloody shell pleading for his life. Rumiko brought her face close to his, studying the emotions playing across his bruised features. So close that if she still breathed he would have felt her breath on his cheek.<br><br>"If I turn you will you serve me?" She asked softly. "Give yourself completely?"<br><br>"Yes anything." He croaked,hope in his voice. "I'll be your obedient serveant, mistress."<br><br>"Tempting." Rumiko told him. "But I really don't want to share my gift with you."<br><br>The young vampire gripped his head in both hands and twisted, there was a snap and the broken body convulsed once and went limp. Rumiko got dressed, her black clothing making her skin seem seem even more pallid. She found the key to the bondage room in the shredded remains of the victims leather pants and let herself out. She would take his Mercedes for the drive home and dump it a few blocks from her apartment. She'd already been through the house during her stay and gathered a couple of thousand dollars and some watches and jewelery that she could sell for another thousand or two. She didn't need to hurry, there was still several hours of darkness and she'd make it home long before dawn. It would be a pleasent drive through the night from the victim's home overlooking Lake Erie back into Cleveland.
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