Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)
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				Title: <strong>Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 19:20:34</strong>
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				Chloe felt like a piece of meat, which was good in this case. It was exactly what she was supposed to feel like, a piece of meat. The transport vehicle that was taking them to the coven was completely dark; Chloe was shackled along with her partner in crime. Leaning back against the truck Chloe wanted to sigh, but she knew that she couldn’t. If she were to do something like that, to seem anxious or bored, they might begin to question why she wasn’t afraid or excited. Most people who became blood whores did it for the money, Chloe grimaced, or for the pleasure. Chloe just hoped that no one took a liking to her blood taste. Though vanilla was popular amongst many of the test vampires and she rarely got a complaint about the cherry taste. <br><br><em>Ironic how blood can taste differently. What makes it taste the way that it does?</em> Leaning her head back against the wall of the van, Chloe nibbled on her bottom lip mulling over her thoughts. As the van lurched forward, coming to a stop, Chloe pulled her head off of the metal. She didn’t want it to snap back and give her a nasty headache. As the doors were opened Chloe hissed in pain, bright street lights were flooding into the van. It wasn’t as bright as the sun would have been, but it could have been for all Chloe knew. She had been sitting in complete darkness in that van for half an hour. Her eyes had begun to adjust, looking at the lining of the seats, now she felt like her cornea’s were on fire.<br><br>“Tie them up. You know the way it goes.” A voice called out, and Chloe felt her hands being unshackled and tied with, silk? Chloe rolled her eyes, despite having the blind fold over them now. They were really going to tie them up with silk? Beautiful. “Alright, I’ll grab the girl, you two grab him. It’s a simple stop and drop. We have already been paid for them and I don’t want to stick around in case this turns into a blood bath like our last coven stop.” One of the men said and Chloe felt her legs being unshackled and then she was hoisted up. The man grunted as he slung Chloe over his shoulder. <em>Oh, I bet you feel like a big strong man now.</em> Chloe fumed at the idea of being tossed over someone’s shoulder like a sack of corn.<br><br>As the front door opened, Chloe began to count the footsteps of the men walking them into the room. “Drop them.” The same voice ordered and even though she was expecting it, Chloe was still angry when the man dropped her on her ass. These were cops handling their transport, that was the only way that the two of them could be transported safely without being ruffed up too much, and he was acting like this? It was probably Trevors, he was never the same after Chloe beat him in hand to hand combat. <em>Personal vendetta achieved yet?</em> Chloe wondered to herself and then shivered.&nbsp; The room she was in was cold to say the least and they had only been outfitted with simple garb, if they got vampires to take them under their wing, they would get new clothes or outfits. <br><br>Chloe took a quiet, yet steady breath. If their insider information was correct, the next few moments could be torture and ultimately end in their death, or they could be poked, prodded, pinched, even bitten, while they decided who they wanted. Unfortunately, to not seem suspicious that they were only bringing two people, the police also had to bring six innocent people who would have volunteered to be a blood whore anyway. Chloe did feel sorry for those other six. They were stupid people who didn’t realize what they were getting into and they had been a pain in her ass to sit by in the van. Made things cramped and unpleasant.<br><br>Chloe pulled her legs up to her body. She wasn't wearing underwear of any sort, and knew she was probably showing a bit of her ass but, she had to keep warm some way. The simple black dress, if you could call it that a potato sack was what Chloe thought it to be, barely covered her skin as it was. Her long black hair, that she normally wore up in a crisp tight bun, never letting it down around others, was down and waved nicely, just so she'd seem all that more appealing. They had wanted to rub some of her own pheromones, cultivated from her blood, on her but Chloe had flat out refused. She didn't want it to be a feeding frenzy after all. <em>Now we play the waiting game. We came at the right time, where there would be the most activity, so it shouldn't take too long.</em> Chloe thought licking her lips as she listened for footsteps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Deception</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 21:32:07</strong>
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				Luckily, Oz had downed a few beers before the operation went underway. Of course, when a man refers to any beer as a few, it meant at least a dozen. He was lying flat across the rocking, truck floor like a convict. He was on his stomach, his arms cuffed behind his back, and his cheek flat against the floor. He was wearing nothing but a white tank and loosely, buckled jeans just low enough to show off his black, Calvin Klein boxer-briefs. Against the bed of the truck, Oz was warm and a little numb from the alcohol. It calmed his nerves for ever since he learned that they were going to be infiltrating a vampire coven as blood donars, he hadn’t felt the same since. He wanted to kill them not feed them. Wasn’t that what they spent years of training to do? What the fuck? He felt betrayed, and if he didn’t have to keep quiet, he would have been bitching up a storm to his partner, but instead he was doing it in his mind.<br><br>The closer he suspected the vehicle was getting to the drop, the more nervous he became, so much to the point he felt a little edgy. One of the blood whores had the pointy toe of her heel poking his arm every once in awhile.<br><br>“Don’t touch me,” Oz grumbled.<br><br>“Then move!” the girl replied. “No one told yo’ stupid, drunk ass to lay there any way. Yeah, that right. I know you drunk. I can smell ya all da’ way up here!”<br><br>Oz regretted speaking. Now he knew why they were supposed to remain quiet. That girl’s voice was annoying and she wouldn’t shut up. Her endless, nervous banter was giving him a headache.<br><br>“That’s right. I thought so!” she finished.<br><br>“Thank God…” Oz mumbled.<br><br>“What was that?”<br><br><em>Shit.</em><br><br>As soon as the truck doors opened, they were led out into the street light to have their bindings changed. Oz and the loud bitch could now see each other and they exchanged ugly looks.<br><br>“What? I shoulda’ known a white boy be talkin’ all that shit!” the girl exclaimed.<br><br>“Whatever, you butter-faced bitch. I hope they eat you alive!” Oz retorted.<br><br>“Fuck you!”<br><br>The girl swung her lime-green manicured nails for Oz’s face when one of the handlers snagged her hand and drew it back behind her back to be bound in silk?<br><br>“Yeah, tie that bitch up,” Oz said and even broke into laughter as he was being blindfolded. God, he was happy to have had those drinks. They could have been on an express route to Hell, but at least he felt good—damn good. As they dragged him along, Oz’s laughter had put a strain on his gut and he eventually leaned forward to dump his guts all over his captor. How’d he know it was his captor? Because of the following curses…<br><br>“What the fuck!” the man yelled, and then punched Oz in the stomach.<br><br>Oz folded over and spat across the grass and found himself laughing just as hard as before.<br><br>“Don’t hurt the merchandise, man,” his other captor scolded.<br><br>“He fuckin’ hurled all over me!” the man returned.<br><br>“Shut it, we’re heading inside now.”<br><br>Oz was deposited on the floor, unknowingly next to Chloe, smiling as he couldn’t shake the mirth from his system.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 11:23:10</strong>
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				Dante Rodrigo Estevez rose from his sleep just before the sun set, and already he was agitated. His "colleagues" were bringing a needed shipment of new bloodletters to the coven that evening, which meant he had to deal with the insects. He grimaced as he rose, stark naked, from the four-poster bed with its soft pillows and silken sheets. His personal bloodletter, Dominique, still slept next to him, as nocturnal as her master. Her gentle, steady breathing was the only sound in the room, and to the centuries-old vampire, was very audible. He resisted the urge to wake her... it could wait.<br><br>The Spaniard slipped through the doorway towards the bathroom, silent as a shadow. The room was furbished in porcelain, marble, polished cherry, and glass; a study in cleanliness. Water cascaded from the shower head as he opened the glass door, reached inside, and turned the handle to "hot." He stepped back, letting the water warm for a moment. There were few pleasures the leader of this particular Los Angeles coven still shared with humankind, but a hot shower was one of them; and he appreciated it all the more for living centuries without so much as a concept of the word plumbing.<br><br>With a sigh, the pale-skinned vampire stepped into the steam of the shower, the water falling down his slender form in rivulets. His snow white hair clung to his head as the water soaked it, obscuring his eyes and turning to a shade of grey. He reached for a bottle of shampoo, squirting some of the gel into his palm and working it into the pale locks. He moved as slowly as a normal human, taking his time, enjoying the sensation of the hot, clean water. He moved no faster as he reached for a white bar of soap, lathering his body in the white foam. Those falling streams erased everything, and after ten to fifteen minutes he stepped back into the now hot, humid bathroom, the mirrors fogged from the steam. He grabbed a pristine white towel off a rack within arm's reach, drying himself off and rubbing his hair until it could be described as little more than damp.<br><br>Dante turned the handle labeled "C" at the sink, the cold water splashing into the brightly polished bowl of the sink. He reached for his toothbrush, spreading some toothpaste over the bristles and bringing it to his mouth. His fangs extended with a sharp, clicking sound. In this, he used the speed living for eight-and-a-half centuries had given him, and within ten seconds, his mouth and teeth were clean. He retracted his fangs as he spat into the sink, cupping his hands to fill them with water and rinse out his mouth. Snatching up a comb, he ran it through his hair, styling it straight back before applying a tiny amount of gel for hold. He applied his favorite cologne before relinquishing the bathroom, turning off the lights on his way out.<br><br>Without a sound, Dante went back into his room, heading straight for the closet. He flicked the lights witch before grabbing a pair of boxers from a cubby set in the wall. There had been plenty of fashions to emerge over the decades and centuries that the vampire disliked, but never once had he been disappointed with an advancement in underwear. He slipped on the undergarments, then turned to the clothing hung along one wall. The various articles displayed there could have been in a museum's "evolution of fashion" exhibit; he had held on to pieces from each of the nine centuries he had lived through. Still, the majority of it was from the Victorian era; those styles had never aged, to him. However, when dealing with humans, it was best to wear modern clothing, so he chose a black tuxedo, first slipping on the white shirt before adding the jet-black, pinstripe slacks, blood-red tie and vest, and matching, black jacket. He finished the look with black socks and leather shoes, shimmering red pocket silk, and soft, snug white gloves.<br><br>Still, the last thing he added could not be described as modern garb no matter what he paired it with. He slid the exquisite, Italian leather, silver-buckled black belt around his waist, then clipped the scabbard of his antique longsword to it. The weapon could only be described as an antique because of its age, however; Dante had taken extremely good care of it over the centuries, and it had been made in the first place to kill, not to adorn. It was a relic from his days as a knight, as a holy crusader; one of the few things that still reminded him of his life as a human. The only change he had made to the blade his lover had given him when he joined the Order was to strike off the cross on the pommel and have it replaced with the likeness of a snarling wolf; he could not bear the sight of the cross anymore. The hilt was golden, wrapped in soft, brown leather, with a straight guard that resembled the sides of a german cross. The wolf head's eyes were tiny pieces of onyx, but the blade was ancient, castle-forged steel, chemically silvered centuries later to be more effective against other vampires, the only things he really needed the weapon against. The scabbard matched its weapon, the wooden core covered with high-quality leather and banded in gold.<br><br>He walked next to his nightstand, slipping his cell phone into one pocket and his wallet into the other, before he put his gold watch on his wrist, stopping to catch the time. The humans would have arrived ten or fifteen minutes ago. Good; the insects could wait on their betters. The coven leader descended the steps to the first floor slowly, his heels clicking on the hardwood floor, before he stopped in the living room, where all of the humans were kneeling on the soft, thick carpet to await his leisure. The Spaniard made a show of sweeping his gaze over all of them, but it took less than a second for his nose to tell him which two he should keep.<br><br>"Leave all of them," Dante told the handlers, dismissing them with a wave of his hand, "your payment will be transferred to your account." While he certainly did not want all of them, all of these humans could potentially know the location of his coven. Those that did not stay as bloodletters would be... disposed of by Lolita and her enforcers. Dante waited until the disguised policemen left, until his keen hearing could not make out the sound of the truck.<br><br>The vampire stepped forward, tearing the blindfolds and gags off the black-haired girl and the drunken male, the two he actually wanted. "My name is Dante Rodrigo Estevez," he informed them, pronouncing the name with perfect inflection, "but you will know me as either 'Master' or 'My Lord.' And if you wish to continue living, you will follow me." With that, he spun on his heel, heading through the kitchen to the basement door, where the unclaimed bloodletters (and those whose claimants did not care to keep them anywhere else) were housed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 01:05:31</strong>
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				Gavin’s alarm clock went off at 7:30 PM, just after sunset. Not that it mattered, with the heavy curtains drawn closed. The fluorescent lights in the room were linked to the alarm and the Bose Surround Sound system blasted "Turn My Swag On” by Soulja Boy Tell ‘Em. Gavin sat up in his massive, circular bed and stretched his arms high above his head.<br><br>It was the day that blood donors were arriving and Gavin was very hopeful that perhaps one of these new recruits would be worthy of becoming his branded pet. Though he’d never admit it out loud, he envied Dante his relationship with Dominique. Perhaps this was the day he’d find something or someone worth living for.<br><br>Gavin went through his morning routine at Vamp-Speed. Showering, brushing his teeth, styling his hair, shaving and splashing on aftershave in the span of only a few thin moments. The one part of his routine that he never rushed through, however, was the task of selecting his clothes for the evening. Gavin walked into his massive closet, larger than most studio apartments.<br><br>Gavin held articles of clothing up to his body in the mirror, laying out ones that he liked on the island at the center of the closet, layering items together to see how they paired. Eventually, he opted to dress for the season, with an Oversized Cashmere Turtleneck and a jet-black Armani leisure suit (http://www.beautifulclothings.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/1307784025-98.jpg). He finished the look with Perry Ellis loafers and a pair of cashmere socks and a matching beanie of the same material as his sweater and socks. As always, he slipped a long silver chain over his head, it hurt him less through the fabric around his neck, but still weighed on him heavily.<br><br>With his look finally completed to his satisfaction, Gavin made his way downstairs to the main living area, where the dregs of this catch were waiting to be disposed of. Gavin was glad that he’d arrived before Lolita, she was always so greedy in her bloodlust, she rarely left any prey for him when she was the first to arrive. Though as always, he was a step or two behind Dante who had already extracted the likely candidates and moved them down to the basement.<br><br>Taking his time, Gavin made his way over to the line of blindfolded mortals, all eager and waiting for their chance to impress, none realizing that they’d failed already. None knowing that they were already dead.<br><br>Gavin walked up to a young, light-skinned, black woman; he slid the blindfold gently from her eyes and looked deep into them. She was shaking slightly, but would have been far more terrified if she knew what her fate was to be.<br><br>“What’s your name?” Gavin asked softly, leaning in to smell her neck, breathing in the scent of her blood.<br><br>“M-Monique, Sir.” The girl trembled.<br><br>As soon as Monique spoke up, Gavin lunged forward, his fangs distending with an audible pop. He sank his teeth deep into the soft flesh of her neck, piercing her veins and flooding his mouth with a glut of free flowing blood. She let go of a half-hearted cry, but it held a hint of gratification and arousal in the brief sound, as Gavin snaked his tongue over her flesh and into the holes left by his fangs.<br><br>Her blood tasted like coffee, but not good coffee. It was more like the pot of coffee that had been left on the warmer for too long and was burned on the bottom of the pot. No wonder she hadn’t made the cut. After the bleeding slowed, Gavin lifted his face and spat the last bit of blood in his mouth onto the carpeted floor.<br><br>“You taste like shit, Monique.” Gavin said, his voice stern with just a hint of impatience.<br><br>Monique opened her mouth to reply, tears already welling in her brown eyes, but before she could make the first syllable of her apology, excuse or whatever pathetic attempt she was going to make at saving her own life, Gavin’s hands were on her face.<br><br>Gavin’s thumbs slid into her mouth, parking on the roof, just behind her molars. His index fingers went up her nose and his middle fingers sank slowly through the dense jelly of her eyes. She was screaming now, wailing at the top of her lungs as the pink mush of her once lovely eyes dripped down her face. Under his designer clothing, Gavin’s muscles tensed for just a second as he pulled his hands apart, the way one opens up window curtains.<br><br>Monique’s lips were the first to split open, followed by the tip of her nose, and then a chasm down the center of her face ripped open wide. Lastly, her skull gave way and burst open with a loud, sickening “Crack!”. Her teeth shot forward out of her head in that same moment, raining down over Gavin’s expensive outfit on their way to the floor.<br><br>With his fangs bared and his face showered in blood, Gavin breathed heavily of the intoxicating smell of fresh blood. He dipped his face into the canoe that was once Monique’s face and slurped loudly at the blood that was pooling in the bowl at the bottom of her skull.<br><br>When Monique’s heart stopped pumping blood, Gavin shoved her body aside dismissively and looked down the rows of remaining “Leftovers”.<br><br>“The best part of waking up.” Gavin muttered softly to himself, his own private joke about the taste of his latest victim’s blood.<br><br>Soulja Boy Tell'em - Turn My Swag On (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9yRme0C2pmI#ws)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 02:40:31</strong>
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				Dominique laid in the large welcoming bed of her lover and master deeply sleeping. Her warm naked body curled up with Dante's, her warm breath playing on his skin lightly with every breath. Her body blissfully sore after they finally parted. Dante took her body again and again, every time pushing her body to new heights. She gave into and fully embraced ever touch, every kiss, lick, and even his bite. <br><br>As he claimed her body, and her blood she wrapped herself around him and cradled his head to her body. She never turned him away, knowing that the essence of life that filled her kept what light he had left in him alive. She had seen the darkness he holds, as old as he was it was harder and harder to hold onto what one would call their humanity. But as old and as harsh as he could seem, Dominique trusted him with every part of her. <br><br>She slept soundly as he got up to get ready for the day. He let her sleep after such a long yet wonderful night. He controlled her, she gave into that control but with it he showed her what this world could really offer. Slowly as the time past and he made his way downstairs her body started to stir. Moaning she turned on to her back and looked to see Dante was gone. A soft frown came to her face but she remembered there was a new shipment of people coming into the house today. They would need to be welcomed and shown how things really worked around here. <br><br>Sitting up and sliding her naked body out of the bed, smiling as she realized her legs still tingled. Dante had a way of always leaving her like that. Even after the time they had spent together one kiss could make her whole body respond. Standing slowly Dom walked to the bath room, and went to the amazing shower. She still felt spoiled yet she never showed it, never took what he gave her for granted. She honestly couldn't remember the last time she had to ask for anything. <br><br>Her hand tested the water. the warmth went over her hand as she got it to the right temperature. Stepping into the shower moaning lightly as she leaned her head back and let the water cascade down her shapely body. Her hand roaming as she remembered Dante's hands on her body. But she only washed her body, never touching herself unless he said it was ok. No matter how hot her body got, Dominique knew better then to bring herself to climax without his permission. <br><br>When she was washed up Dom stepped out and comb through her long wavy hair and brushed her teeth. Walking out of the bathroom naked, in this room she was never shy about anything in here. Heading over to the huge closet her hands ran over the many items held within. Selecting a elegant blue gown and accessories, Dominique started to get dress. Slowly not bothering with undergarments, no one else would dare touch her without Dante's permission. <br><br>(http://img3.promgirl.com/_img/PRODUCTS/180/PromGirl-483593309.jpg)<br><br>Once she was dress, hair dried and styled lightly Dom gathered herself and readied to face what was to happen today. She may not like to see some of the carnage that could be unleashed here, but she understand the nature of things here. She knew her place, and honestly didn't mind it as long as it was by Dante's side. <br><br>Heading downstairs she went to the kitchen and made up one of her morning smoothies. It was filled with vitamins and mineral's that were needed to keep her blood count high, and her body strong and ready for what ever would be demanded of it. Drinking it down she heard a scream from deeper within the house. No doubt the others had gotten downstairs to inspect the shipment of people. Dante would be taking control and explaining how things worked to then new arrivals. She sighed at the thought pf one of the others could already be making such a mess of things. Dom walked to the study and turned one music to lightly play through the room. Then found a seat in one of her favorite spots, a large leather chair that was sat next to one of the large windows. Over looking the view of the grounds, the night sky and lovely full moon gave such a glow to everything. She sat and overlooked the grounds of her home and waited for Dante and the others. She knew better then to interrupt unless she was called upon for such matters. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 03:25:59</strong>
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				Chloe's head snapped beside her when the vampire began to speak to her partner. She heard the woman smack him and Chloe knew that was all bad. She just hoped that neither of them would end up as leftovers or scrap meat whatever they wanted to call them. Chloe listened while Dante spoke. <em>So he is the leader of the coven eh? Well I will have to remember that. I don't need to butter up to him but I do need to show a level of respect, perhaps even fear.</em> Chloe thought to herself. When he began to walk away, Chloe scrambled to her feet. She was not going to be left behind, essentially that would be her failing the mission she was raised for, for over twenty years.<br><br>Chloe began to count her steps once more. It was a habitual thing that she did besides it would come in handy later if she knew how many steps were around the mansion, especially if she had to try and escape in the dark. Chloe didn’t know much about the exact way things worked inside of the coven but from what she had been told; Chloe would live amongst the other unclaimed blood letters until she was claimed. That didn’t work for Chloe. She needed to be able to have her own room, even if it were just a little one, hell she would settle for a cupboard. Chloe needed her own space; she couldn’t be around people all the time, especially ones who loved vampires. <br><br>Hearing someone else follow them, someone who wasn’t bound by some kind of silk, Chloe turned her head slightly, so that she would be able to listen better. Her hair fell over part of her face though, shielding it a little. Whoever had followed them down to the basement area, was speaking with the girl two behind her. Had Chloe been able to speak with her, Chloe would have told the woman not to reply. It was dangerous at this crucial moment to speak and say anything to the vampires. A lot of them weren’t very merciful. After all, there was more than one of them, and all the needed to keep was one of them.<br><br>Chloe heard the fangs penetrate the skin of the woman, and it didn’t take long before there was a sickening crack, all because the woman’s blood hadn’t tasted very good. Chloe visibly flinched a little. She needed to come off scared and honestly, Chloe was a little scared. Her heart had begun to speed up just a little bit. She had no idea what that girls blood tasted like, but she knew that if her blood didn’t at least taste appealing to the guy behind her, there was a chance she would end up on the floor just like poor girl behind her. Chloe hated the fact that he called her leftovers, but then again vampires at least most of them, saw humans as cattle.<br><br>&nbsp;<em>Don’t lose your cool Chloe, you are a piece of meat, you are docile, and you will do what you are told.</em> Chloe mentally told herself. Chloe sucked in a quiet, yet deep breath, and slowly let it out. Chloe recognized the song that he muttered softly to him. Chloe hadn’t watched much TV during her training, but she never forgot the Campbell’s commercial. <em>Does that mean her blood tasted like coffee?</em> Chloe asked herself. It made her glad that her blood was sweet with vanilla and cherries, though at the same time she had been told it also had a hint of cinnamon to it. Chloe didn’t know for sure because she had never tasted her own blood, at least not the same way that a vampire could. <br><br>Chloe just kept walking, trying not to focus on it too much. Part of her wondered how far they were going to walk. Already the climate had gotten a little colder, Chloe’s nipples hardened a little, she was glad her breasts were full and perky, but at the same time she didn’t want anyone to oogle her even if it was another blood letter. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 03:34:47</strong>
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				A black Escalade with tinted windows drove through the LA streets. The Mexican hip hop its stereo was blasting could be heard from a block away, the flow of Spanish coming out hard and fast like the words were shot from a machine gun. The driver was a young Latino with a shaved head and countless tattoos over his muscular frame. His demeanor marked as not some mere wannabe but a legit bad ass. This was the sort of person that made people lock their doors and move their purses to the other side when he walked down the street. Yet he was not the most terrifying creature in the vehicle. That would be the one curled up in the passenger seat playing with her braided hair as she sucked on a cherry Tootsie Roll pop.<br><br>At five foot one and less than a hundred pounds, Dolores de los Santos did not exactly inspire fear. In fact, her nubile young body was more likely to cause a different sort of agitation altogether. The aptly nicknamed Lolita dressed in a sexy chola style common with many Mexican girls in LA... a tight white wifebeater and a pair of baggy jeans. But the difference between Lolita and any other piece of sweet jailbait was that she might look all of about sixteen but was really pushing five hundred. Agelessness was one of the perks of vampirism.<br><br>Lolita had it pretty good in LA. She ran the biggest Mexican gang in the city... Los Vampiros. It was her own little joke. Of course, she didn't do it directly. No way a bunch of testosterone-fuelled gangbangers were gonna listen to a little teenaged girl. That where someone like Nardo, the thug behind the wheel, came into things. He was her "papi," someone to front for her. It wasn't easy to fill the role. It had to be someone that could handle shit on his own but still totally devoted to her. He also had to have a monster cock and the skills to use it. Luckily Nardo possessed all those prerequisites. He could also handle the Escalade. Lolita would tell people she liked being driven around because it showed respect. Honestly it was because she&nbsp; had trouble with the pedals on the big SUV.<br><br>There was also another underworld Lolita was a player in. LA had more than its share of vampires and they had banded together into a coven. Mostly they kept thing on the DL but sometimes shit had to get wet. That's where Lolita came in, she was one of their top enforcers. Not only could the petite bloodsucker hold her own in a fight, she had a veritable army of lowlifes she could unleash even in the daytime. It was a gig she really liked. Lolita loved the thrill of a fight, the blood of a beaten foe tasted so much sweeter.<br><br>The only problem was that like many spoiled pretty teenage girls, Lolita didn't play well with others. Add supernatural abilities to the mix and you had a recipe for trouble. <br><br>"Man, I hate this fucking shit," she grumbled.<br><br>"What's that?" asked Nardo.<br><br>"Dragging my sweet ass all the way out to Dante's to get rid of any livestock he don't want. I ain't no fuckin' janitor, yo."<br><br>Nardo gave a nod as his silent reply. Lolita's foul mood remained as they reached the home of Dante, the leader of the coven. Telling Nardo to stay in the Escalade, she took a Desert Eagle Mark XIX out of the glove box before exiting. Lolita had to literally hop out of the SUV, making her wonder not for the first time about her choice in vehicles. Her jeans hung low, exposing part of the black thong she was wearing. There was more than enough room in the waistband for the handgun.&nbsp; Lolita was quietly bitching under her breath as she made her way into Dante's abode.<br><br>"What... the fuck... is this?"<br><br>Gavin, a pretty boy French vampire, had split the skull open of one of the potential bloodletters. Not that Lolita had any particular affection for the humans, she just hated needless messes since she was the one usually assigned clean-up duty. <br><br>"So you can slaughter helpless livestock. Like that's impressive... "<br><br>Taking out her Desert Eagle, Lolita fired a bullet into the temple of one of the remaining human without taking her eyes off of Gavin.<br><br>"See? It's like swatting a fly. No need to make a production out of it. And Dante is gonna freak when he sees his carpet, pendejo."<br><br>Lolita was interrupted by the sounds of screaming. The corpse she had just created had fallen onto a pretty Asian girl who knew exactly what it was even with her blindfold. Tossing the body aside, Lolita shoved her gun into the girl's mouth until she gagged.<br><br>"Shut the fuck up, bitch, or else it's your skull getting an extra hole."<br><br>The girl's blood smelled fairly bland to Lolita but she considered taking her just to give some of her boys something to play with. Once she was satisfied the girl had quieted down, Lolita took her gun away and turned her attention back to Gavin.<br><br>"So where is El Jefe anyway?" <br><br><br><br><br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 06:09:24</strong>
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				Dante heard the commotion upstairs, and he could smell the fear of those bugs that remained. But it was no longer his concern. So instead, he lead Chloe and Oz down the thickly carpeted stairs and into the basement, turning the right corner from the stairway and leading them to where the bloodletters were kept.<br><br>The huge, open room looked like a barracks; triple-stacked bunk beds lined the walls, and sitting on benches at large tables in the center of the room were most of the unclaimed branded Dante had at his disposal. The room was not cramped, but there was not even an illusion of privacy to be had.<br><br>"The bathrooms and showers are to the left of the stairs," Dante explained as he led them in, the blood bags looking up to greet their lord, "meals will be brought to you down here by one of my servants. You are to stay here unless a vampire tells you otherwise. You <em>will</em> follow any vampire's instructions to the letter, unless they contradict an order I have given you." The coven leader spun on his heel, looking the two of them over. His hands were clasped together behind his back as his icy blue orbs studied them. "You will receive your brands shortly after your first meal is brought. Any questions?" he asked, though his scowl showed that the answer had better be no.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>04-11-2011, 07:42:04</strong>
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				Gavin smiled as Lolita came in and expressed shock at the mess he’d made, but then again, her presence always seemed to make him smile, despite her foul attitude. He doubted that she was as disturbed as she acted, having left much bigger messes herself in the past. It was more likely the latest excuse for her foul temper. He admired her, in his own way, for how free and driven she was. She did what made her happy and didn’t give a fuck what anyone else said about it. He envied her purpose in life.<br><br>“You ought to get more sleep during the day. You might find it easier to feign some sense of decency.” Gavin grinned, wiping his face with the huge collar of his sweater. “Besides, I was just having breakfast, not trying to impress anyone. Not like you, who likes to fuck the livestock.”<br><br>Lolita then fired her large handgun into the skull of one of the “Leftovers” nearby, making Gavin’s incredibly sensitive ears ring for a long moment. He wondered at her thought process, as the corpse fell over onto the carpet with his head turned inside out by the large caliber round, bleeding out in a large pool on the carpet. Did she really think that was cleaner?<br><br>“You should be more careful yourself.” Gavin warned Lolita, gesturing with his head toward the study from which light music was issuing forth. “Bullets that powerful have a bad habit of ricocheting through walls. If you think that Dante’s going to be mad about the rug, just imagine if one of your stray bullets cut down his favorite plaything.”<br><br>Gavin turned away from Lolita, who had cornered another of the unworthy blood-whores. He swiftly made his hand straight and slid it violently into the stomach of a nearby man, angling upward until his hand was within the blindfolded man’s ribcage. His victim merely spat blood and gurgled for a while, until Gavin found his heart and ripped the organ out through the hole he’d made in his stomach.<br><br>Leaning against a nearby pillar, Gavin held one of the torn arteries up to his lips and sucked the blood out of the heart like a juice box. It wasn’t high-quality blood, but all blood tasted better direct from the source.<br><br>“Besides, we’ve got the blood-whores to clean the carpet. You should eat something. Maybe it’ll put you in a better mood.” Gavin mused, after sucking the heart dry and carelessly tossing it aside. “Let’s hurry up and finish off the rest of these ‘Leftovers’. Dante is in the basement with the cream of the crop, I’m eager to have a taste of them.”<br><br>Gavin sucked loudly on his blood-soaked fingers, making a popping sound as he sucked the last bits of blood from his fingertips. He decided to leave the last three surviving humans to Lolita’s discretion, lest he be forced to endure further criticism from her about his methods for disposal.<br><br>“Shall we?” Dante asked, smiling and offering the young-looking chola his arm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 05:26:33</strong>
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				Lolita glared with disgust at Gavin's arm like it was a hunk of dead meat... which it was, in a way. <br><br>"No, thanks. I know where that things been. And if I want your opinion on who I fuck or when I feed, I'll shove my arm up your ass and make you talk like a Muppet."<br><br>Turning on her heel, the young looking vampire headed towards the basement. Lolita walked with an obvious swagger, although with her pants sagging down her teenage hips the effect was less "bad ass" and more "tap that ass." The other rejects could wait for now, not like they were going anywhere. Lolita found the whole situation annoying. Dante and his special deliveries took all the fun out of being a vampire. They were the apex predators of the whole damn planet. Having blood bags dropped off like Pizza Hut was beneath them. Lolita preferred hunting on the streets for her meals. Yeah, you didn't get to pick and choose for the tastiest blood but at least you were a real fucking creature of the fucking night. These Eurovamps with their big houses and old money had lost sight of that. That's why pretty boy bloodsuckers like Gavin go into overkill mode for a simple meal. They'd forgotten how to properly hunt... if they had ever learned in the first place.<br><br>Making her way down to the basement, Lolita caught a pleasant whiff of cherries and vanilla. She had to admit that while she might not like his methods, Dante's results were pretty tasty. She saw the coven leader with two new blood bags. One was a sweet young thing. Lolita couldn't help but notice her erect nipples and briefly thought about what it would be like to nibble on one. The other bloodletter was...<br><br>"A drunk?" exclaimed Lolita. "What the fuck, Dante? Are you gonna start sucking blood through a straw next?&nbsp; Really? Really? Ese, you gotta get out of this fucking house!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 08:26:37</strong>
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				Dante turned away from the humans as Lolita came down the stairs. They weren't worth his time anyhow. As much as he detested the woman, she was at least slightly more worthy of his attention. She was a rat; a bigger pest, but a pest that could be taught tricks. Rats could also carry the plague, however; he was careful not to forget that.<br><br>The Leader laughed in her face. "You think me soft?? Willing or forced, drunk or sober, an insect is an insect, and the challenge is no greater," he replied condescendingly, his frigid blue eyes settling on her, "You will learn. Hunting can't be a challenge for you any longer. And when there is no challenge left, there is no particular enjoyment of the sport.<br><br>"Still, if you disapprove..." he sighed, peeling off one of his gloves. He moved as a blur, so fast that the humans couldn't even see what happened. Dante held up his index finger, streaked with gore, as Oz began to gurgle, blood pouring out of a hole in his throat. He fell over forwards like a sack of bricks, his blood spreading in a pool. While many of the humans were stricken with silence, none, save perhaps Chloe, were truly surprised. After all, new blood banks only had to be brought in when old ones died, and Dante was usually the reason.<br><br>Then he was moving again, his gloved hand at Lolita's throat, slamming her against a wall with a crack of breaking plaster. His bloody finger waved in front of her face as he scowled. "Do not forget your place, <em>enforcer</em>," he roared into her face, "What gives you the right to question me!?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 08:39:09</strong>
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				Gavin smiled, his fangs still bared and streaked in deep crimson; when Lolita mentioned where his arm had been, he glanced down at the sleeve of his jacket. As she walked past him, he casually brushed bits of skin, hair and general gore from his elbow. It was a valiant attempt at playing it off after getting turned down flat yet again.<br><br>As she walked out ahead of him, Gavin watched Lolita move. If she’d wanted, the elder vampire could have vanished downstairs and left him in a cloud of dust, but instead she chose to walk slowly, swinging her hips back and forth, flaunting her seductive panties and reminding him that she was the one sexual conquest he couldn’t simply take. He couldn’t have her, and naturally that only made him want her that much more.<br><br>A fight between Gavin and Lolita wouldn’t nearly be as cut and dried as she seemed to imply with her next comment. She certainly wouldn’t be able to penetrate him, and the bit about making him talk- Gavin wasn’t sure was even possible. She was, however, older than him; and Gavin had no desire to risk a true death for a stray piece of ass.<br><br>“At least you wore short sleeves, I’m going to need to burn this jacket…” Gavin remarked wryly, still watching Lolita from behind as he followed her into the basement. “You ought to invite your little human toys inside next time. I’d love to meet the mortal who can push your buttons, Lolita.”<br><br>While Lolita surely smelled her before Gavin, he paid no mind to the male human who stank of sour beer and flop sweat. Instead he locked eyes with the green eyed woman who smelled like dessert.<br><br>Younger than the others, Gavin was less in control of his abilities and less able to keep his constant hunger in check. Young and impetuous as he was, the smell of this woman’s blood kicked at some reflexive instinct and Gavin leapt over the railing and sprinted in a blur toward her, kicking up a small cloud of dust along the floor.<br><br>Gavin shoved her against the wall, surely harder than he intended and buried his nose into the nape of her neck, left hand cupping the side of her face and right hand gripping her shoulder hard enough to leave bruises, but with a grip Gavin would have described as gentle. He sniffed for a long time, one ceaseless inhale.<br><br>Cherries. Yes, Gavin was certain he smelled Cherries in her blood.<br><br>“I want to taste her. May I taste her, Dante? She smells so…” Gavin trailed off, not having words to describe blood that smelled so sweet. “I want to taste her!”<br><br>Waiting for permission, still oblivious to the conflict taking place right next to him, Gavin slid his left hand slowly up Chloe’s inner thigh. There was nothing stopping his hand from touching or ravishing or otherwise teasing the human woman’s exposed sex, but that was not his target. Just as her short skirt hiked up almost too high, he found the femoral artery in her thigh and placed two fingers upon it. The central hub for blood flow was pounding, and moving faster the higher his fingers crept.<br><br>“Your heart is pounding, little one.” Gavin whispered against her neck. “Is it because you’re afraid, or because you’re thrilled for what comes next?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 08:58:41</strong>
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				Being slammed into the wall momentarily stunned Lolita but she soon recovered. A smirk appeared on her face in spite of the hand at her throat.<br><br>"So you still got some cajones after all... " she rasped. "I thought maybe you traded them in for special deliveries like sweet tits over there. But if you don't want me questioning you then find another bitch to handle your dirty work. It's my job as your fucking <em>enforcer</em> to watch your ass so I'm gonna tell you when it's sticking out. Letting Judas cows drop off livestock is sticking your ass way the hell out. And for what... shit like that?"<br><br>Lolita gestured at the corpse on the floor. She was doing her best to stand her ground, although that was somewhat hard to do when Dante had her several inches off the ground. While pushing five centuries made her powerful, Lolita was still no match for a vampire as old as Dante... at least in a fair fight.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Better watch your boy over there," she continued breathlessly while glancing at Gavin. "You might end up with his sloppy seconds."&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 09:35:00</strong>
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				Dante tossed her to the ground like a ragdoll before turning to Gavin. He licked his finger clean, then slid his pristine glove back over his hand. The human tasted like alcohol... the drug had diluted whatever other flavors he had. "Clean him up. And then get rid of the rest upstairs. I only heard you kill two of them," he ordered, before a surprising moment of reconciliation. "You have a point about our delivery service. I will consider an alternative," he added coolly.<br><br>The elder put a hand on Gavin's shoulder. "Control yourself, young one," he warned, "do not lose sight of the world." Where Lolita was beyond saving, the Frenchman still had much to learn, and Dante thought he had potential, both as an underling and, perhaps one day, a leader. So he saw himself as something of a mentor to the younger vampire. This particular lesson, however, had nothing to do with the human's comfort, and everything to do with LeSangre's self-control.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 09:44:37</strong>
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				Dominique sat at the window of the study as she looked over the grounds and listened to the music playing lightly through the room. Her legs crossed as she leaned back into the large leather bound chair, finishing the vitamin smoothy slowly. Her mind drifting to the last few days, one hand coming up to lightly touch the mark on her neck. There were very few marks one her body, each one only showing his claim on her. <br><br>When Dom was finished with her drink a servant came up to fetch her glass. Waving them off as they asked if she wanted another or anything else for that matter. As they left she stood slowly letting her dress fall around her again. She would see to getting the cleaners ready for Dante. No doubt there would be a mess once the first inspection was done. And from the screams she had heard they had already gotten well under way. <br><br>Dominique went to the hall calling over one of the other staff.<strong> "We should have the cleaners ready, but do not disturb what is happening." </strong>the man in front of her nodded,<strong> "As you wish."</strong> she nodded and walked the man fallowing he spoke softly into a walkie. "<strong>Also have the doctor ready and waiting for those that remain. They never arrive in good shape. I want them cleaned, screen for anything abnormal."</strong> she spoke walking to the inspection room. <strong>" Do not disturb till after Dante is done speaking with them." </strong>her voice firm yet feminine as she spoke. <strong>'Of course miss, as you wish. "</strong> the man asked staying close yet never daring to touch her even while he stole a glance at her lovely figure. She stepped into the area they all were in and took in the site of what was happening. Having walked in just as Dante toss Lolita to the floor. <br><br>Dominique stopped and stepped away from the dust that came billowed past her. She didn't dare speak before he was done. The man behind her stopped just shy of bumping into her as he was distracted watching her walk. She didn't look back but took a breath, something about the other mortal men touching her made her skin crawl.<br><br>&nbsp;Watching as he spoke to Gavin, talking him down from the hungry monster that only wanted blood. Dominique had seen the potential Dante saw in Gavin, she had spent some time talking to him since he had arrived. But she dared not interfere as calmed Gavin, she knew to be careful when dealing with their kind. Beasts that could turn on you at any moment, the only one she trusted completely was Dante. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 16:57:42</strong>
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				Chloe hated the idea of in one room with a lot of other people, as well as showering in the same area as them. It made her feel degraded as if she were nothing more than a common prisoner. <em>Come to think of it, you are nothing more than a common prisoner right now. Except for you are probably never going to get out, at least prisoners have a chance of getting out.</em> Chloe thought to herself a little bitterly. At least she could see now, Chloe was glad for that, glad to be able to see the faces of who was talking. She had to be able to recognize the leader in the future. When he asked if anyone had any questions, Chloe looked at the others a little wide eyed. The idea of posing a question seemed dangerous and Chloe was glad no one was asking a question, she didn’t want to see them get killed.<br><br>Listening while two of them bantered, Chloe couldn’t really make out what they were saying until she heard the word ‘alcoholic’. Chloe understood they were talking about Oz. They had to be, after all he was the only one of them that was soaked in alcohol. That irritated Chloe more than anything, the two of them needed to be awake and alert. It wouldn't pose well if Oz was drunk, especially if they learned a few vital pieces of information. Chloe supposed that was why they sent two of them and not just one. Hell they were even thinking about sending in a third if they could. Chloe wasn't sure how she felt about that, she operated alone best.<br><br>Chloe had just barely turned her head when her eyes widened seeing the vampire coming towards her. A soft grunt escaped her lips as she was shoved against the wall and with the hand gripping her, Chloe winced a little bit. She was used to enduring quite a bit of pain, but she hadn’t ever had a vampire get to man handle her before. Breath hitching, Chloe’s heart began to beat erratically as he sniffed her. <em>He wants to taste me?</em> Chloe was a little frightened at that thought. If she smelled good, and tasted good, she didn’t want him to lose sight up himself and drink all of her blood. That thought had nothing to do with the mission at all, instead she feared for her life. <br><br>Feeling his hand and his fingers begin to trail up her thigh Chloe's eyes widened as she looked at the vampire. She had been expecting some of them to want more than blood but she hadn't expected it that soon. Chloe took no notice that he was actually teasing her femoral artery. His question barely registered in Chloe's mind. She had to shake her head just to be able to hear it. "Uh, I don't." Chloe didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to answer his question or not, after all, Dante had looked absolutely furious at the prospect of someone asking him a question. Chloe didn't want it to be some trick in order to get her to give him a reason to suck her blood. She was more than a little happy when Dante stepped in. <br><br>Chloe always heard that a vampire bite could be pleasurable, but she wasn't quite sure she was ready for one. <em>Has to happen sooner or later.</em> Chloe reminded herself, her eyes still wide with fear though slowly her heart was beginning to slow down as it looked like nothing was going to happen. The worst that could come of the situation now was that she got branded for someone specifically. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Foxy DeVille</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 01:15:07</strong>
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				Kipping up off the ground, Lolita gave a fang-filled grin. As a vampire being tossed around didn't really do much damage, even done by one as strong as Dante. Besides, the fact he admitted she was right made any minor pain worth it. As Dante was speaking with Gavin, Lolita hefted the dead drunk up. It was almost comical seeing the petite Latina toss the much larger man over her shoulder and carry him like he weighed nothing. Lolita spotted Dominique observing what was going and walked by her with her lifeless cargo.<br><br>"Careful, puta... you might be getting replaced. That's some tasty blood in a tasty bod over there."<br><br>Lolita pointed with her thumb over her shoulder to where Dante and Gavin were by Chloe.<br><br>"And you know what happens after toys get replaced. They get thrown away."<br><br>She deliberately bumped Dominique with the corpse she was carrying as she went up the stairs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 01:44:04</strong>
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				Dominique looked over to Lolita and didn't show fear as the woman came by. The bloody man on her shoulder was far dead. And it seemed like a waist, if he had made it up here it meant he had potential. Watching Lolita came close and spoke to her, Dom just smiled. <br><br><strong>"Don't be jealous because you can't hold onto your obsolete toys. "</strong> she spoke before being brushed with the mans body. Blood coating her arm as it hit her. <br><br>Dominique didn't give her the satisfaction of a disgusted look. <strong>"I hope you have a lovely evening with your sloppy seconds."</strong> she said not looking back to the woman. Dominique would never worry about being replaced. Dante may taste others but she never had anything to think she'd be replaced. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 21:33:32</strong>
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				Gavin breathed a frustrated sigh against Chloe’s neck as Dante’s voice pierced his blood-lust and reminded him of where he was. For now, Gavin would settle for the taste of her skin, running his tongue along the length of Chloe’s pulse before turning around to face Dante.<br><br>It really was for the best that Dante warned Gavin to slow himself, because in that moment he likely would have drained Chloe dry right then and there without a second thought. Someone would have likely had to silver him to pull him away from a free flowing source of blood that sweet. Returning to reality, Gavin noticed for the first time what Dante was wearing.<br><br>A tuxedo! This early in the evening?<br><br>Gavin felt suddenly filthy and underdressed. He had to shower and change.<br><br>Just as Gavin was thinking he couldn’t feel any worse, he heard Dominique’s voice on the other side of the basement. More witnesses to the unforgivable fashion faux pas of being underdressed.<br><br>“I understand, Sire. Thank you.” Gavin nodded, staring past Dante and looking Dominique up and down. “I still need some good blood to wash the taste of those rejects off my palate, though. Maybe you’d share <em>your</em> bounty and let Dominique donate.”<br><br>Gavin licked his fangs slowly, smiling as he looked Dom in the eye. Silently, he practiced his “Glamour” abilities on her, sending a desire to be bitten across the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 02:41:15</strong>
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				Dominique watched as Dante calmed Gavin, he commanding aura always had a way of touching all around him. She waited after letting Lolita pass, seemingly letting them work it out. As Gavin looked at her, she felt the tension within her own body build. Dominique new what that look meant, and the hunger that he now had within him. <br><br>Taking several long deep breaths her breasts rose and fell as she tried to keep her heart calm. A racing heart wasn't going to help matters here. But when Gavin looked at her and spoke she clenched her jaw. She'd only give if Dante demanded it, or normally she wouldn't. But she felt that light tickle run through her mind as something was trying to was over her and get her to step forward and ask to be bitten. <br><br>Her hand went to her throat and she stepped forward, <strong>"Gav..." </strong>she stopped and closed her eyes shaking her head as she tried to clear it. <strong>"Dante."</strong> she spoke his name softly. No clear fear in her voice, but she was certainly nervous and unsure of how to combat what was happening. If Dante wished her to share her blood the she could only do as he wanted. But there was always that part of her that didn't want to be touched by another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 03:07:59</strong>
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				Dante was usually not offended by requests to feed upon Dominique, though he rarely granted them. After all, he could feed on another's claimed human whether they liked it or not... the least he could do was return the favor once in a while. Still, he was quite possessive of her, and such a thing, in his eyes, was the highest favor he could grant a vampire of his coven.<br><br>But this was different. Gavin was trying to glamour her, to force her against her will. Individuals that so much as looked at her the wrong way died if she complained about it. This he could not allow, and his rage mounted further when she asked him to intervene; Gavin was lucky Dante didn't take his head before he could blink. Instead, the elder ripped his sword from it's sheath, pressing the sharp, silvered edge against the younger vampire's throat. "Cease what you are doing," he said through teeth clenched in anger, "before I end you. You may feed on the newcomer, but you will stop when I tell you to, young one. And be glad that I haven't destroyed you for this, or at the least restricted you from drinking this night. She is <em>mine</em>. Remember that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 22:37:02</strong>
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				Gavin grinned ear to ear as Dante threw him violently against the wall, the collision hurt, but at least it was something he could feel, it wasn’t empty and hollow like everything else in Gavin’s life. His attempt at Glamouring Dominique had failed, though not entirely. He could feel her, for one narrow moment, he could see into her and he found a desire for him lurking deep inside there, even before he’d tried to implant his influence within her. It wasn’t that surprising that he hadn’t been able to fully capture her mind, she’d been Glamoured by Dante more times than the proud leader would ever admit and his powers were vastly more powerful than Gavin’s.<br><br>Still, the fallout from Gavin’s failed attempt was anything but dull. He could feel the excitement of facing down a true death as Dante unsheathed his sword and held the silvered blade to Gavin’s throat.<br><br>Though Gavin had an immunity to silver, he was far from completely immune and when the blade touched his neck, the skin hissed and sizzled under the toxic metal sending sharp waves of pain through his skin. This only made him smile wider.<br><br>“But of course she is, Dante. I was merely testing my abilities, I meant no disrespect.” Gavin answered, still smiling and seemingly the most calm and relaxed he’d been since his arrival in the basement. “Isn’t it you who said I should be honing my abilities every day?”<br><br>Still pinned by the sword, Gavin glanced over at the new girl and licked his lips slowly. She’d been the one he wanted in the first place. She still smelled delectable, even over the stench of his own flesh sizzling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 23:25:00</strong>
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				Dominique had taken another step forward, her mind fuzzy as Gavin started to work his Glamor over her. Her heart started to race when she realized she was losing the fight of control. But the hold on her broke as suddenly as it had started to take hold when Dante stepped up. Her whispering of his name got his attention. And he knew from just one word what she was asking. And she felt Gavin leave her mind completely, his touch and control no longer remaining.<br><br>It was one thing when he allowed someone to feed on her. Dominique wasn't stupid she knew it would happen, but only when he allowed it and only to those he thought truly deserved it. It rarely happened but it had before. But this, this forcing of will is what she hated what she was actually afraid of. It forced, and it was something she could never truly get used too.Dante may have done it more when they first met. But now Dante didn't do it often, at this point he either did it to save her or when he was being playful. Not that she would tell anyone that, Dante playful....no...never. <br><br>As she thought about their private moments, the moments he only showed and shared with her. The racing heart in her chest started to calm as she took several deep breaths. Again shaking her head lightly as she looked to them both. Taking a few steps back from Gavin she said nothing as she watched the exchange. And kept her calm exterior on as she waited for them to done. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>09-11-2011, 23:28:55</strong>
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				Chloe watched as the other woman walked near them. She was pretty, beautiful even, by most men's standards. She made Chloe feel horribly plain. Though, Chloe wasn't dolled up, her hair was put nicely, but other than that the only thing that stuck out was her vivid green eyes. <em>I suppose this is what other women feel all the time. Jealous of someone.</em> Chloe thought to herself. It made her glad that she was raised around women she didn't have to envy. At the same time though, she didn't envy the woman, not really. Chloe didn't know exactly what glamour was, as she had never had it used on her, but it looked a little like mind control. Chloe didn't like the idea that she would so easily be swayed to bend to the will of another. That was what a docile slave would do though, they would accept what they were given. <br><br>Smelling, what seemed to be burning flesh, Chloe's nose wrinkled up. Then the words in which Dante had spoke really hit her. He was going to let the other one feed on her after all. A shiver of fear slid up her spine, though at the same time, Chloe was a little enthralled. She wanted to know what it felt like, she always had. Though she never lost sight of what was important. Killing all of them. As Gavin glanced over at her, Chloe looked up at him as well. In her green eyes, fear was laced. Sure, he was an attractive man alright, well vampire, but that didn't change the way Chloe felt and she swallowed roughly. At least Dante was going to make him stop before he killed her, at least that's what she hoped was going to happen. <br><br>Lowering her eyes from Gavin's Chloe looked back at the other woman. Dominique, at least that was what Chloe had thought she heard one of them call her. Chloe wondered whether or not Dominique had feelings for her vampire. It was something that had always crossed her mind. Though she didn't understand why anyone would want to dedicate their lives to be food, she could understand a little more if it were because of some feelings that were forever left one sided. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 09:32:31</strong>
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				Dante snarled in Gavin's face, letting the sound draw out into a hiss before he took the blade off of his throat, the metal scraping against wood and leather as it was stowed back in it's scabbard. He backed away from the younger vampire slowly, letting the power of his presence die down slowly."Do not twist my words against me, fool. Not. On. Her," he said, still fuming as he took slow steps behind Dominique, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. Even after all these years, this close, her smell was intoxicating. The coven leader lowered his head, muscling his nose against her neck. His icy-pale eyes still stared at Gavin, at once defensive and menacing.<br><br>Then his look darted to Chloe, and he grinned at her sadistically, his face promising what was to come as his fangs came free with a click, rubbing against Dom's skin, the sharp points teasing at her neck without drawing forth that sweet blood. He felt her warmth, her beating heart, the blood pumping just below the surface, which only fueled his desire to drink.<br><br>And all the while, he stared straight into Chloe's eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 10:27:21</strong>
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				Dominique watched the exchange, taking in what they said. Gavin stating he was testing his abilities on her. She frowned she was no test subject or lab rat. How could he think he could get away with such a thing? Shaking her head as she wiped that thought from her mind. Here she had no rights, at least none that Dante didn't give her. <br><br>As she thought Dante moved and stepped behind Dominique, like a jungle cat claiming what was his pray. His arms coming around her from behind, she didn't hesitate in moving closer to him. Her heart still racing as his body pressed close to hers. His firm and cut frame fitting against her supple form perfectly. <br><br>Her head leaned to the side without hesitation as his teeth started to grace her skin. Her heart raced for a whole other reason. Her nipples just a bit hard as her hands came to over his around her frame. Licking her lips lightly as she took very deep very slow breaths so Dante could watch her chest rise and fall with every breath. Her eyes watched Gavin for a moment, watched his reaction to Dante claiming her as his.<br><br>She didn't speak, but then again she didn't have too. Dante knew her oh so well, well enough to know her compliance her will to please and be his. He knew how her body responded to his touch. She was well prepared to be his and be what he needed. Her eyes closed and she moved her hair to the side exposing her neck to him freely and without hesitation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 11:00:29</strong>
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				Gavin grinned wider as Dante snarled and put his sword away. Dante was still quite infuriated, which only served to make Gavin more pleased with himself. He actually liked Dante, but the thrill of risking a true death at his hand was quite intoxicating, thrilling and most importantly, he could feel it. Feeling anything was better than nothing.<br><br>Gavin rubbed his neck until the wounds left by the silver against his skin had healed themselves. He continued smiling as Dante made a show of staking his claim over Dominique. It seemed that it was a gesture designed to make Gavin feel jealous, but as usual, he felt nothing at all.<br><br>Turning back to Chloe, Gavin looked deep into her eyes. Since she wasn’t Dante’s, Gavin saw no reason why he couldn’t try out his Glamour on this new mortal. He allowed his influence to creep in slowly, penetrating her mind, little by little.<br><br>“Focus on the sound of my voice.” Gavin said, his voice deep, resonant and calm. “I’m going to bite you, and when I do, you will moan out in pleasure. The moment my fangs sink into your skin, you will feel a kind of sexual pleasure that no mortal has ever come close to giving you. It will become a sensation you can’t live without, my fangs in your flesh.”<br><br>Once Gavin felt confident that the suggestion had stuck, he opened his mouth wide and slowly lowered his fangs onto the soft skin of Chloe’s neck. He slid them in without much effort and then pulled them back to allow her delicious blood to flow into his mouth. Gavin drank greedily, forcing himself to pull away after only a few swallows.<br><br>“…Vanilla.” Gavin sighed, closing his eyes as his tongue chased the last remnants of Chloe’s blood around the inside of his mouth. “Cherries and Vanilla. God you’re delicious.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 03:48:43</strong>
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				The display between Gavin and Dante was an interesting one, there was no doubt about that. There seemed to be a higher amount of testosterone in the air now. Now that Chloe was sure that vampires could admit testosterone the way that humans could. As Gavin turned to Chloe, she knew that he was going to drink from her. When Gavin looked into Chloe's eyes, she was shocked a little. She could feel his influence invading, her mind. A huge part of her wanted to resist, and Chloe was almost certain she would have been able to. Had a bit of fear not struck through her that she had to let him take over, no average blood letter would be able to resist the glamour of a vampire. They would crumple like a flower in a snow storm. <br><br>Chloe wasn't sure what kind of pleasure he was going to instill in her. After all, Chloe was a virgin and hadn't ever had the experience of pleasure from another person, and it wasn't often she gave herself any pleasure. As his fangs slid into her neck, Chloe did gasp out, unknowingly leaning her head back as a moan escaped her full pink lips. One hand of Chloe's grasped on lightly to Gavin's arm. Though she could not help it. Immediately her nipples hardened and Chloe felt a surge of pleasure, a warmth sinking from her breasts to pool low in her stomach. Chloe wasn't new to orgasms and she knew that she was growing wet, and very rapidly. <br><br>Swallowing, Chloe slowly licked her lips as Gavin pulled his fangs out of her neck. She could feel her blood leaving her body, an odd feeling really, as if she were slowly growing colder, though it was by a mere temperature or so. She was just glad that Gavin liked her blood, had he been angry with the taste of it, Chloe might have met the same fate as Monique had. "Thank you sir." Chloe finally said quietly as Gavin pulled away from her. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to say anything at all, but it felt wrong to not say something. "I am glad that it pleases you." Chloe added after a moments hesitation. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 07:31:20</strong>
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				Gavin licked his teeth as Chloe thanked him sweetly. He smiled wider even than he had when Dante held the sword to his neck. Something about the sound of her voice, he felt… good! He actually felt something that wasn’t pain or fear. Coupled with the luscious cocktail of adrenaline and dopamine that Chloe’s blood infused Gavin with, her blood seemed like a catharsis of immense proportions. He would remember this day, this moment, this feeling, for the rest of his afterlife.<br><br>It was then that Gavin realized Chloe’s neck was still bleeding, he’d almost forgotten that even remarkable mortals like this one, couldn’t heal themselves in a matter of seconds like he and the others could. He lifted his own index finger to one of his fangs and pushed up, until the sharp point pierced the skin. He squeezed out a small bead of his own ancient, precious blood and lightly tapped one puncture and then the other along her neck.<br><br>With Gavin’s blood in her system, Chloe’s wounds folded in on themselves and the bleeding stopped. Gavin greedily licked up the trails of blood that had leaked out.<br><br>“Good manners.” Gavin smiled. “Good manners will take you far. I’ve never had blood like this… are you…”<br><br>Gavin trailed off, rolling the last precious drops over his tongue.<br><br>“You’ve not received a man yet, have you?” Gavin asked, turning his head at a slight angle, genuinely curious.<br><br>Gavin had long heard stories about virgin girls, and how their blood tasted so much better than that of “Tainted” mortals; but he’d never put much stock in those legends. He’d never thought much of it before now, being that “of age” virgins were all but extinct in the greater Los Angeles counties. Something about Chloe’s blood though… Something told him that she was special.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 07:57:22</strong>
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				Dante watched the feeding unfold from behind his bloodletter, pleased that he did not have to step in to restrain Gavin. Still, as their interaction went on, Dante realized that his presence was no longer required. Good. They were beneath him; all of them. Especially the insects they kept on hand for sustenance.<br><br>He slid his fingers through Dominique's rich, brown hair as it tumbled over her back, grabbing it near the roots and pulling her head further back. He was gentle, using just enough force to send tingles through her scalp. His hands wandered up and down from her waist, feeling the soft fabric and the smooth skin beneath. He was losing himself in her, gloriously, her smell, her breath, her warm <em>life</em>. Without another word to Gavin, he swept the human that he loved in his own way off her feet, carrying her off as he headed up the stairs with all of his vampiric speed. Though he listened for Lolita, he was sure to go around the living room, where the remaining would-bes were being dealt with.<br><br>In less than a second, the two of them were in his master suite, the door lIckes behind, his fangs still bared at the prospect of feeding. And in that moment, she was his, and his alone, and for a little while, at least, nothing else would matter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 08:23:51</strong>
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				Dominique felt his body against hers, felt the tingle in her scalp as he pulled at&nbsp; her hair. She leaned her head back against him as her heart started to race. No fear came from her at all, no not fear. But heat, short heated gasp, and the sent of arousal very much did. Dom closed her eyes as he fangs pressed against her skin. <br><br>But then she felt him move, the air whirled around her. Her hands held onto him as he moved them both through the house with such speed it stole her breath for a moment. Closing her eyes as the house sped past her she didn't fight him in the least. She knew he'd never let anything happen to her. Specially when he was speeding them to their bedroom. No losing her was the last thing on his mind. <br><br>She smiled as they came to a stop the door clicking behind them. She ever so slowly turns and looks up at him. Her warm hands on his cool skin as her amazingly bright eyes look into his. She comes up on her toes having her lips brush his letting her breath play along his skin. <strong>"Dante..."</strong> she whispers his name as she presses close to his much stronger frame. Her heart still racing, her body still so warm from his touch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rhaegar14</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 09:16:56</strong>
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				Her warm breathing on his face only fueled his desire, his hunger. His hands slid gingerly along the sides of her petite body, pulling her in more forcefully as he kissed her harshly, greedily, almost as if he were trying to smother her lips with his own. The new girl <em>had</em> smelled delicious, and watching Gavin feed on her, all while smelling his Dominique, had made him feel ravished; he had not fed yet that night, after all. And where feeding was not inherently sexual, after the time they'd spent together, tasting her blood made him need her.<br><br>His hands slipped down her gown, parting it's elegant folds and sliding into the slits that accomodated her legs, rubbing the bare skin of her thighs and bum as he pressed his lips into hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 09:46:19</strong>
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				She kissed him with abandon, never holding anything back from him. Her lips parted as she deepened the kiss, her hands coming up his chest up and around his neck to his hair. Her body pressed closer as if she couldn't get close enough to him. One of his legs slipping between hers he could feel the heat that started to grow there. The heat that was meant for him, that he could make burn with every touch her gave her. <br><br>His hands on her bare flesh made her moan lightly against his lips. Her heart started to beat faster as he stroked the fire that built within her core. She knew he hadn't fed yet, it was why she drank the vitamin smoothy she had just moments before. So he could take his fill and in the morning she would be fine. Dominique was always well prepared to be what he needed, over the years she had learn him just as well as he had learned her. <br><br>She parted her lips from his breathlessly look up into his eyes. And ever so slowly pulled away from him, her eyes never leaving his. Her hips sway as she walks backwards from him. She knew she was playing with fire, but tempting him with all of her always kept things so intense. Her hands came up behind her neck and undid the clip letting the dress fall just enough to tease him with her bare neck and collar bone. She holds it to her frame as she licks her lips. <strong>"I'm all yours Dante,"</strong> she smiled lightly,<strong> "Every last inch."</strong> she took long slow breath so he could watch her breath. Her heart, and watch her flushed heated skin slowly become exposed to him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>11-11-2011, 22:50:50</strong>
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				Chloe was still very turned on. Her nipples here still hard, and very visible in the little thing that the officers had dressed Chloe in. It road high on her thighs showing a lot of Chloe's creamy skin. She had never had the opportunity to tan, so Chloe was all the same color. Chloe blinked a little, her green eyes sparkling with lust. Something about her liked the smile that he gave her. It was a little predatory and it sent another wave of lust through Chloe. <br><br>When Gavin pushed his finger on to one of his fangs Chloe winced a little. She had a pretty good idea of what he was about to do. As Gavin pressed the blood to the punctures on her neck Chloe wanted to gag, though that would have been bad. She idn't like even the smallest amount of blood being mixed in with her. Though at the same time this meant that she didn't have to woory about any more bleeding, or it scarring. Chloe only flinched a little when Gavin licked the last bit of blood that had slipped from the wounds he made. <em>I hope that I am not here long enough to get familiar with this feeling.</em> Chloe thought to herself.<br><br>When he asked if Chloe was a virgin, her eyes widened and she looked away from him. A blush spreading from her cheeks down her throat a little. Chloe swallowed hard opening and closing her mouth for a moment before she swallowed again. She wasn't sure how to answer that, and she had no idea how in the hell he knew that. "I, uh, yes I am." Chloe said softly though she knew he would be able to hear her, even with how low she was speaking. Chloe thought he'd be able to smell how turned on she was as well, but there was always the off cahnce that he wouldn't be able to. After, Chloe wasn't the expert on how enhanced vampire senses were. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 04:46:50</strong>
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				Gavin retracted his fangs with a faint click as Chloe looked shy for a moment, but dutifully answered, confirming his suspicion. He felt a bit crestfallen by this revelation, if it was true that the taste of her blood was related to her chastity, he wouldn’t risk penetrating her and spoiling her delicious fluids. It was a shame, really.<br><br>The air was thick with the smell of endorphins and the pungent scent of Chloe’s arousal, it made Gavin’s cock stir in his blood splattered slacks. When Dante whisked Dominique away, presumably upstairs to his bedroom, Gavin let his eyes roam over Chloe’s barely clothed body. The dress was little more than a rag, but her body somehow managed to make it look glamorous. Her nipples were pointing out, visible even through the dark fabric and her skin was as flawless as porcelain.<br><br>Gavin lifted his hands to Chloe’s face, starting at her scalp and dragging his fingertips over her face as gently as if he were catching snowflakes in the air. His fingertips traveled down her face slowly, each in turn grazing over her bottom lip and continuing down her neck.<br><br>She was so fragile, this delicious mortal. Gavin thought about how easily he could snap her head off of her body without even trying. He would have to protect her, keep her chaste, and most importantly: prevent Lolita from harming her once she realized how important Chloe was to him, already.<br><br>Gavin’s hands continued down Chloe’s body, slipping over the threadbare fabric of her dress. His palms circled inward as they passed over her firm, round breasts; cupping them and gauging their weight in his hands. His thumbs moved in to lightly tease her erect nipples, rubbing them in small circles before his hands continued down. His palms were the first to encounter her flat, well toned stomach; fingers following slowly the faint lines of definition just under the thin fabric of her dress.<br><br>At last, Gavin’s hungry fingers reached the hem of Chloe’s dress, slipping underneath and once more following the pulse in her femoral artery, this time tracing it all the way up to the hot, damp center. He trailed one finger slowly through the valley between her labial folds. Gavin extracted his finger from below her dress, holding it up to inspect and smell.<br><br>“You should shower.” Gavin said impassively, not meaning for the statement to sound as insensitive as it undoubtedly did to Chloe. “There will be a feast tonight for the new blood letters- or, rather for you. Since your contemporary didn’t seem to measure up. Typically Dominique is tasked with handling the mortals, but as she’s seemingly indisposed, I’ll allow you use of my private bath and wardrobe. Follow me.”<br><br>With that, Gavin turned on his heel, making sure to move at mortal speeds so that Chloe could keep up, still rubbing his finger against his thumb, quite fascinated with the wetness his finger had gathered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 06:39:39</strong>
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				Chloe had no idea the relevance of her virginity and her blood. Had someone told her about it, Chloe probably would have not believed them. After all, her blood didn't change because she was a virgin. Maybe it would taste different to those who hadn't taken her virginity. Chloe had noticed that Dante and Dominique had left the room, it frightened her a little but she didn't think that Gavin was going to drink from her again. <em>It looks like you are indeed keeping your life tonight girl.</em> Chloe tought to herself and then noticed Gavin's eyes roaming her body. She felt more exposed than she had a few moments ago.<br><br>She didn't notice that Gavin's cock had begun to stir to life, had she of Chloe would have been more embarrassed. Instead she stood still, barely breathing, as Gavin ran his hands over her body. She was clueless as to what he was doing, what he was thinking. Chloe's lips parted as his hands found her breasts. A soft gasp escaped them as his teased her nipples. This was new territory for her. Chloe had played with her own breasts before but never had someone else done it, they seemed to ache with want, for him to touch them again. Chloe shuddered as his hand trailed up her thigh, it didn't stop this time and Chloe's eyes widened as his fingers found their way inside her. She had to bite down on her bottom lip to keep quiet.<br><br>As he told her that she needed to shower Chloe stiffened a little. Did she smell bad? They had showered her before she came over. Chloe supposed that wasn't good enough for a vampire banquet though. After all, they would want to see their humans all squeaky clean and such. Clearing her throat, trying to forget how turned on she was Chloe said. "Thank you very much, though even with your wardrobe, I fear that I will still have nothing adequate to wear." Chloe said softly. She thought that was true. Just looking at who she had seen so far, save for the teenage looking vampire, they all dressed wonderfully.<br><br>&nbsp;As Gavin walked away Chloe was quick to follow, her hands clenched together softly behind her rear. It was a big place, she didn't want to get lost. As she looked at him, seeing that he was captivated by the wetness on his finger, Chloe blushed again looking down. She watched his feet as the two of them walked.&nbsp; She was a clean girl, she took special care of her vagina, so she was unsure why he was studying it so much.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>12-11-2011, 11:15:12</strong>
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				Gavin stepped into the main living room, looking back at Chloe. She had her hands behind her back and her chest out, seemingly strutting her “gifts” for Gavin’s approval. Briefly he thought of Lolita, and if she’d been turned before her chastity had been lost. There was no questioning that since her second life, Lolita had fielded cocks from half of South-Central, but the hymen of a Vampire ought to heal itself.<br><br>What might Lolita’s blood taste like?<br><br>Gavin bit his bottom lip as he stepped into the living room, holding an open palm behind himself until he felt Chloe’s approach.<br><br>“Did you dispose of the ‘Leftovers’ yet? Or do I have to do that myself?” Gavin asked loudly, not wanting Lolita to sneak up on him. “I don’t want-”<br><br>Suddenly, Gavin made a horrible realization. He didn’t even know this mortals first name… Then, another thought occurred, that he could call her whatever he damn well pleased. It’s not like she had the luxury of things like family, or old friends, or property, or life beyond what pleased him. What fun it would be to name her according to his pleasure.<br><br>“I don’t want Cherries to see me at my worst.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Infiltration of the Vampire Coven (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyNitrate</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 05:32:54</strong>
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				It took Chloe a moment for her to realize that Gavin was talking about her when he said Cherries. Chloe's nose scrunched up at the name before she quickly pulled a placid look over her face. She didn't want to get punished for showing that sort of emotion or something. After all, he had all rights to call her whatever he wanted to. Cherries though, it made her sound like she was a stripper. Chloe didn't have the stones to be a stripper. Though one might have said she had the body for it, Chloe wasn't one to agree. She had never seen a stripper up close and personal. She just knew about them, part of her training. To know all about the modern world, and strippers were indeed a part of the modern world.<br><br>A big part of Chloe wanted to speak up and tell him her name, but she knew that she couldn't do that. The chances of getting punished for that were higher than making a face at her new name. <em>Well, if this is me seeing him at his best, I would hate to see him at his worst.</em> Chloe thought a little pessimistically to herself. 
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