Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer & Vergil1989)
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				Title: <strong>Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 05:27:54</strong>
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				((Wasn't sure what city or whatever you might prefer my friend, so I kept it pretty open for the moment.))<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://static3.depositphotos.com/1003789/200/i/950/depositphotos_2002665-Beautiful-young-women-holding-apple-in-t.jpg)</div></div><br>Graduation couldn't have come sooner for the newly christened 25 year old doctor Katrina De Leon, as she and her friends started their barhopping excursion in earnest.&nbsp; Her friends had every intention of enjoying themselves to the fullest, but Kat and her friend, a redhead by the name of Dana, were the ones being responsible as they nursed a couple of sodas, having been talked into being the designated drivers for the night, unless of course their friends found dates.&nbsp; Already Kat could see three of her ten friends hooking up with a few of the local guys, but she didn't mind as she smirked at the whole scene.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what she wanted out of tonight, but it definitely wasn't what her hormone driven friends were after.<br><br>At least, that's what she tried to tell herself as the hole in her chest ached, reminding her of the recent love lost she had endured two weeks ago.&nbsp; She had caught her steady boyfriend of two years in bed with another woman, and to make matters worse, he had done the deed in HER bed back in the dorms.&nbsp; Burning the sheets had been a natural reaction after he had all but desecrated her bed with his infidelity, but while it had taken the immediate sting out of the whole thing, it was another reason why she wasn't in the middle of the dance floor with everyone else.&nbsp; She had no intention of letting someone that close to hurt her again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 05:59:28</strong>
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				(http://i964.photobucket.com/albums/ae124/Spiritdeer94/vampiregirl_zps0de344e0.jpg)<br>Annabelle saw the bored and unhappy woman from across the room and decided that this would be her knew target. Her sexual hunger was not the only thing leading her to her as she swiftly snuck over to a spot beside her. "You alright there hun? Look like you're having a heart attack. But last time I checked people our age didn't have them." Annabelle said jokingly as a way to disarm her prey. Over the 200 years she had been...what she was, she had learned how to be extremely charismatic. That night she had worn her favorite outfit of this decade, a tight white thigh high dress with nude stockings and black. Her hair was done up in a low hanging mess bun and her makeup was done up perfectly like usual with dark gold eye shadow and light red lipstick. <br><br>She could be unfair and use a bit of mind reading to find out was what affecting the girl but that would take the fun out of talking to her, to her the chase was almost the best part of the process.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 06:18:39</strong>
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				"Something like that."&nbsp; Katrina replied, earning an eyeroll from her friend since her tone of voice pretty much radiated her unhappiness at being betrayed.&nbsp; It was only after she looked away from her drink did she notice the stunningly beautiful woman next to her, and despite having never shown any interest in women before, couldn't help but look intently at her seat mate.&nbsp; Katrina knew she had been given a lot to be thankful for, but the raven haired figure next to her made the young and currently unemployed doctor feel like a shade by comparison.&nbsp; How could someone this obviously drop dead gorgeous exist?&nbsp; More importantly, why was she talking to her of all people?<br><br>Realizing she had been staring for a full minute, Kat blinked her hazel eyes several times and regained control of her wayward thoughts, as well as her frozen mouth.&nbsp; "Sorry for staring like an idiot.&nbsp; I had a bit of rough couple of weeks.&nbsp; Finals, graduation, and a cheating boyfriend."&nbsp; Sighing heavily as she looked to her friends on the dance floor, she quickly turned back to Annabelle and held out her hand.&nbsp; "Katrina de Leon, and you?"&nbsp; The least she could do was be friendly if nothing else.
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 06:27:47</strong>
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				Annabelle almost laughed at her prey's reaction to her. It was always amusing to see how much her timeless beauty affected mortals."It's ok hun, I'm Annabelle Atkins. Cheating boyfriend you say? What an asshole, some people just don't care about other's do they? And congratulations on your graduation, what did you major in?" She asked seeming interested, it seemed like yesterday when women didn't really go to college. When Annabelle was her prey's age you got married to who ever your parent's wanted you to and you spent a life of servitude to your husband and children. Annabelle loved this decade, clothing fit her tastes, homosexuality was more acceptable and a woman like her could go anywhere and practically do anything without anyone batting an eye.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 06:45:38</strong>
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				((I know we just started, but I'd greatly appreciate it if you could try and match my post length wherever possible lol.))<br><br>"Nice name Annabelle, and yeah, I realized that after I caught him and his girl in my bed of all places."&nbsp; The humorless laugh was drowned out as she took a sip of her soda before peeking up a little bit at the woman's next question.&nbsp; Any topic was better than her screwed up love life.&nbsp; "You're looking at a pediatric doctor.&nbsp; My mom's a surgeon, neurological, and my dad's a cop.&nbsp; I've always liked helping people, but I'm not exactly keen on chasing down purse snatchers."&nbsp; It was only after she took a breath did she realize she had started to ramble like an idiot instead of simply staring.&nbsp; "Guess that jerk has me more flustered than I realized.&nbsp; I'm normally not so prone to ramble.&nbsp; So uh, what about you, what do you do?"
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 07:28:27</strong>
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				"I guess you could call me a model. So a foot doctor huh? Now that's a thankless job, dealing with all kinds of horrors and such." It wasn't a lie to say that she was a model considering in the past people have painted her but that was a long time ago by anyone's standards. "Don't worry about the rambling, I like it when people open up to me, it's not good to bottle things up inside. You're not a wine bottle after all." She said reassuring Kat. "I'm surprised you don't have a herd of douche bags bothering you. I usually get like five who think they can turn me straight. Can't a woman come to have fun and enjoy her night in peace without some horny jerk trying to change her? Haha, I'm sorry now I'm rambling." She said sensing that a few men were watching their conversation. <br><br>Annabelle hated men, not only because it was a man who made her what she was but because it's no fun being chased by your prey, especially when they don't take no for an answer. Annabelle like her prey young, busty and vulnerable. Perhaps Annabelle hated men because she was in competition for the same people, but that remained to be unseen. Like men she would keep trophies of her past achievements so she could remember them fondly from time to time. It wasn't often she kept her prey around after she was through with them, despite her ruthlessness she had enough compassion not to want to wish her situation on anyone else. Plus she was a bit of a horn dog and better and sexier prey was being born all the time.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 07:54:34</strong>
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				((Unless that was meant as a joke, pediatric doctor work with kids in general to babies if I remember correctly lol.&nbsp; Otherwise, nicely done.))<br><br>Unable to help her laughter at the fact Annabelle had gotten her profession wrong, Katrina managed to get her giggles under control before explaining why she was laughing at all.&nbsp; Whether it had been intentional or not didn't matter since it had done her a world of good to feel even remotely happy tonight.&nbsp; The beaming smile on her face only grew as the woman shared some words of wisdom, which quickly gave way to another, but smaller, session of laughter at the wine bottle comment.&nbsp; "Never been a fan of wine anyway."&nbsp; Annabelle's next comment made her smile falter a little, but she shrugged and sighed.&nbsp; "I honestly don't know how I held onto the guy I had for so long if you want to know the truth.&nbsp; I know I'm pretty, but I can name several people that make me look pale by comparison.&nbsp; And the list got bigger when you sat down next to me of all people."<br><br>It was only after she said that did the woman's words sink in.&nbsp; She was sure her cheeks were putting Dana's red hair to shame as she tentatively took another look at the sexy woman beside her.&nbsp; "You're a lesbian?"&nbsp; She was pleasantly surprised more than anything, but as soon as the words were out of her mouth, Katrina wanted to take them back in fear of having misread her comment or something.&nbsp; "There's nothing wrong with it, if you are I mean, but if you were hoping I was..."&nbsp; Something occured to her then.&nbsp; While she had never given it more than a passing thought, she knew of a time when her mother had admitted to being interested in other women before she had met her man.&nbsp; While Katrina didn't believe that one's sexual preference was genetic, she had been brought up in an open minded environment, and wondered why she hadn't listened to her mother sooner when she had encouraged her to experiment a little instead of sticking with her bastard of a boyfriend.&nbsp; "I've never really gave it much thought before, but my mom always told me to try new things while I was still young.&nbsp; I'm not sure tonight would be a good time to start, but you'd definitely be someone I'd consider if I was going to turn gay."&nbsp; It'd take some convincing, but the interest was definitely there.
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 08:26:42</strong>
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				((Omg I'm so embarrassed I mixed up the two &gt;_&lt; this is what I get for trying to do three roleplays with ten hours of sleep over a total of 3 days, let's just say she did it on purpose))<br><br>"I'm glad that made you laugh, I figured you'd just be annoyed, my humor isn't that good." Annabelle said laughing as well, if there was one thing Annabelle couldn't do it was make good jokes. Kat's reluctance to go home with her only gave her an idea instead of discouraging her. "Don't get me wrong you're extremely beautiful, your boyfriend made the worse mistake of his life. However I'm not looking to hook up with someone so soon out of a relationship, especially someone who is unsure of their sexuality. I mean if you absolutely wanted to try women I wouldn't refuse one bit, but otherwise I would feel like I was taking advantage of you and that's the last thing I want to do." Annabelle knew she was playing Kat like a fiddle and she enjoyed it highly. Part of her wondered if maybe, just maybe, Kat would make good vampire material. Although it would be awkward because of her career. <br><br>On a certain level she wanted to turn her because it would be a shame to kill someone as useful to the world as her. It was one thing to kill bimbos who were as fake as their breasts but when it came to Kat, she was different, she was special. Some would suggest just to leave her alone, but that's not how Annabelle worked. Once she had her sights set on someone, there was no going back. Annabelle really liked the way Kat looked and acted, she had a natural beauty to her unlike her usual prey. Her breasts were real, her hair didn't have extensions and she wasn't a trust fund kid. Perhaps she was the girl she had been looking for all these years. "No Annabelle, don't be such a softy." She told herself, shamed by her own thoughts.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 17:51:53</strong>
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				((I gave it some thought, but maybe it'd be better if she worked the morgue instead lol.&nbsp; At least then Annabelle wouldn't have to feel so guilty about turning her later.&nbsp; What do you think?))<br><br>"Could have fooled me."&nbsp; She had no idea how accurate that simple comment was when used to describe the woman next to her, but Katrina had no idea she was next to a vampire of all things.&nbsp; Besides, the feeling of slight guilt and embarrassment that followed as Annabelle subtly used her charms to change her mind was the more pressing concern than her state of being, or lack there of.&nbsp; Just as she was about to reply though, one of her definitely drunk friends stumbled over to the bar and it became pretty obvious she had a friend with her.<br><br>"Hey Kat, I'm so wasted, there's like three of you right now.&nbsp; Oh, meet Mark!"&nbsp; The guy had the decency to blush as the blonde on his arm all but ground her ass against his crotch, but with a cheery wave, Natalie and her hot date promptly disappeared.&nbsp; The damage however was done as Katrina looked at her non alcoholic drink before waving the bar man down.&nbsp; Dana caught the look on her friend's face and only nodded as she caught the car keys Katrina threw her way.<br><br>"You only live once right?"&nbsp; With that, her shot of Jack disappeared down Katrina's throat before she looked at her date for the night.&nbsp; "Let me clear one thing up right now Annabelle.&nbsp; I'm not emotionally weak or fragile.&nbsp; Yes I've had a rough week, but I'm still quite capable of making my own decisions.&nbsp; I'm willing to make a night of it with you if you are."&nbsp; Whether the shot of courage she had downed was helping was hard to say, but the determination on Kat's face was hard to miss as she gathered up her purse.&nbsp; "I'll call you later Dana."&nbsp; The red head merely nodded again, secretly glad her friend was taking a chance like this.
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 18:04:29</strong>
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				((Sounds good to me also Natalie is the name of my fiance XD))<br><br>"Well, well, I guess we should get going now, Miss I can make my own decisions." Annabelle said jokingly as she lead the now confident woman out of the club. "Now I haven't had any alcohol so I think it would be best If I drove. You know usually I get an bloody Mary, I know, so traditional. Anyway I'm parked over there." She said pointing to a well maintained 2002 Pontiac Trans AM. It took a little convincing but Kat finally agreed to use Annabelle's car. <br><br>On the way to the car a stray cat darted out in front of them and just stopped in it tracks. It then looked Annabelle dead in the eyes and hissed viciously at her before running off into some bushes. "Damn cats have never liked me, not since I was real young anyway." Annabelle said angrily as they got even closer to the car. <br><br>"So when did you decide you want to work at a morgue? Kind of a dark job don't cha think?" She asked making small talk as they finally reached the car.&nbsp; She opened up Kat's door for her before going around to the driver side, Annabelle might of been a ruthless predator but she was chivalrous nonetheless.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-01-2014, 19:19:58</strong>
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				((That is damn creepy lol.&nbsp; Also, I HAD planned to have Katrina admit that she had lied at first, but eh, this works too.&nbsp; Kind of a weird icebreaker to admit you work with stiffs all day and night lol.))<br><br>Katrina rolled her eyes at the joke, but her smile was still present even as they left the bar.&nbsp; Dana would take care of her wayward friends, the few that weren't already riding home with their one night stands anyway.&nbsp; This was her first time going home with a complete stranger, but she was supposed to be celebrating damn it.&nbsp; She shrugged at Annabelle's comment, not about to judge her choice of drink.&nbsp; "Whatever floats your boat I say."&nbsp; The car did take her back a little bit though, having gotten it into her head that Annabelle would have been driving a Corvette or Cadillac or something equally fast and streamlined.&nbsp; A sexy car for a sexy lady, but the old Pontiac wasn't a bad choice either.&nbsp; Her own car was a beat up blue Ford truck her dad had given her as a going away present.&nbsp; What it lacked for aesthetic appeal it made up for in reliability.<br><br>The strange behavior of the cat distracted Katrina as she followed the mangy feline with her eyes before looking at Annabelle in confusion for a moment.&nbsp; Her explanation was hardly justification for why a random animal gave her the stink eye, but she didn't let it bother her overly much.&nbsp; There was a joke she knew Dana would have made about how Anna liked pussy but pussies apparently didn't like her, but Katrina bit her tongue before she made an ass out of herself.&nbsp; At the goofy grin on her face, she only offered a small chuckle as she nodded her thanks for Annabelle's chivalrous nature.&nbsp; "And they say chivalry's dead.&nbsp; As for the morgue job, sorry for lying to you about that first, but most people find it outright weird when I say I work with stiffs all day.&nbsp; As to why I chose to go into it, that's...a long story."&nbsp; It was obvious there was a sad story in there somewhere, but she pushed it to the back of her mind for now.&nbsp; "So, how long have you been a model?"
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 07:10:59</strong>
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				"Oh wow seems like I've been one for hundreds of years. But honestly the industry never changes." For once she wasn't lying as she started her car, the world likes to think it changes often but for the most part changes come slow like evolution. One fast change that she had lived through was the rise of the internet and related technologies. Who could think that the world could go from telegraphs to iPhones in a course of a hundred years. Annabelle thought to herself that maybe if she would have had a cellphone the night she was turned that things would of gone differently.<br><br>"So where do you live? I live over on 3rd street, you know the long street of old style houses?" Annabelle had lived in that house since 1898 and would pass herself off as a granddaughters and various relatives by continuously changing her looks. She had connections who would supply her every generation with knew social security numbers and birth certificates. Just something you had to deal with when you lived forever.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-01-2014, 23:42:02</strong>
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				"So long as you enjoy the work, that's all that matters right?"&nbsp; Katrina replied, her smile back in place, having no idea just how true that comment was.&nbsp; At the question regarding where she lived though, Katrina sighed, realizing that soon, she'd have to move out of the dorms.&nbsp; While she had a few places picked out, none of them were all that great in her opinion, but until she had an actual job it'd be hard to find anything better.&nbsp; "I'm at the college dorms right now, but with graduation done, I'll have to get ready to move in the next few days.&nbsp; I've looked at a few places, and while I have had job offers already, I haven't actually picked a spot to settle down yet.&nbsp; So yeah, I'm currently between places I guess you could say."&nbsp; With everything she had endured of late, it was reasonable to assume moving out had slipped through the cracks, so to speak.&nbsp; She had been too focused on making it through her exams to take moving and job hunting seriously, until now of course.<br><br>((Sorry, next post will be better, I hope lol.))
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 06:57:50</strong>
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				"Well if you keep having issues finding places to live let me know, I have friends all over than can help you get into places." Annabelle was surprised how willing she was being to help a woman she had barely met a not long ago wanted to leave for dead after being through with her. What surprised her more was the fact that after all these years she had lived she still had bits of humanity left in her. Sure she was still a practicing vampire but it's not like she was trying to eat her whole town, though if she were able to get into the playboy mansion she would wipe it clean.<br><br>She always was amused to watch movies and shows that thought they knew everything there was to know about her kind. Although they were most of the time completely wrong. She could go in the sun all she wanted, garlic didn't do shit and she had a reflection. However vampires were indeed god like in their physicalities. She could run faster than a bullet, lift a small car over her head and could read minds. The only price she had to pay was an insatiable hungry that would drive her more and more into madness if she didn't eat. That and she would live forever unless killed violently, which might seem like a gift to some but it felt like a curse to her. Having to watch every mortal you care about grow old and die had slowly taken it's toll on her.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 07:30:06</strong>
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				"I appreciate the offer Annabelle, but I couldn't ask you to do that.&nbsp; Besides, I've worked for everything I have, and I'm not one to ask for help."&nbsp; That was probably why she was stuck in a rut now.&nbsp; Even though she had a more or less stable childhood, Katrina's parents hadn't been nearly as involved in her life as they could have been.&nbsp; She had learned early on to take care of herself, and wasn't one to ask for anything from anyone.&nbsp; Looking back now, that was probably why her ex had cheated on her in the first place.&nbsp; He had wanted a housewife and instead had found her able to fend for herself, and no amount of persuasion to the contrary would have done him any good.<br><br>With the sun well on its way down, Katrina seemed almost to perk up as she looked up at the darkening sky.&nbsp; "I've always liked the night.&nbsp; Not sure why that's always been the case, just that I've always been a night owl.&nbsp; That's one good thing about working in a morgue, the attendants keep odd hours since death never sleeps.&nbsp; Figuring out why someone passes on, it's like solving a puzzle.&nbsp; Sure your standard gunshots and stabs are pretty straightforward for most people, but to someone like me, I see a lot more than what's on the surface.&nbsp; And now I've no doubt creeped you out with that latest rambling."
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 08:13:55</strong>
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				"No you haven't creeped me out, it's practically impossible to. I watch horror movies and I've seen some pretty crazy stuff in my day."Annabelle had indeed seen things that would weird out of most people, horny ghosts, Jersey shore werewolves, and fat, cranky witches. The world was so much more interesting than mere mortal knew, what they thought of as myths often had more than a kernel of truth to them. Humans had always been kept out of the loop because it had been learned that they couldn't handle knowing they weren't the top of the food chain. Out of all the beings that had inhabited the earth, humans had always been the most arrogant of all. Maybe it was because of the gaping hole they had inside of them, or maybe it was because they had taught themselves that they were the chosen ones of a "creator". <br><br>As they neared her street, Annabelle thought about all the memories she had living in her house on that street. All the presidents, the wars, the fads, the fashions, it all was burned into her memory forever. And she knew the longer she lived the more of these events would happen.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 08:33:00</strong>
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				"Now you've got me curious, what kind of crazy stuff have you seen?"&nbsp; Katrina asked as she looked towards the long row of houses for a moment before looking to the sexy woman next to her.&nbsp; The houses did indeed look old, but they were well maintained from what she could see.&nbsp; She wasn't sure she'd do well in a neighborhood like this, having grown up in a sort of rich area before moving out.&nbsp; When your mother was a sought out doctor, you get used to a certain lifestyle.&nbsp; Even so, Katrina hadn't let the money go to her head either.&nbsp; "What kind of modeling do you do anyway, and have you lived down here a long time Annabelle?"
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				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 09:30:21</strong>
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				Like there was an arrow on fire coming at her face, Annabelle started to panic. What could she say to throw Kat off her tracks without overtly lying yet again? She debated quickly what to say and she decided how to answer her without lying. ''Oh I lived here since I was 20 and I've been modeling since then too.''It wasn't a lie because she had said she was twenty when she originally moved in and that's what she told the painter too. Reaching the house Annabelle was still conflicted on what to do to Kat. She was hungry but she didn't want to kill her, but didn't know yet if she wanted to turn her.<br><br>"Here we are Kat. Casa de Annabelle." She said as she parked the car on the street. So many women had been killed in her house she was surprised no one had caught on. Perhaps they knew and didn't care. Annabelle had chalked it up to the fact that she never killed high profile women. It was the smart way of doing things. Even if it was still wrong.
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				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 03:18:59</strong>
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				She had only just seen the look of panic on Annabelle's face, but before Katrina could ask about it, the sexy woman next to her answered her question, sort of.&nbsp; The morgue doc had asked what kind of modeling she had done, not how long she had been doing it, but she let it go for now as she merely nodded.&nbsp; It was probably just jitters or nerves or something since she knew she was both excited and afraid of where tonight might end up going.&nbsp; Katrina was sure if her heart was going any faster, she'd start sweating bullets and pass out.&nbsp; The thought made her smirk as they rolled up next to Annabelle's house, and again Katrina nodded her approval, not really liking the old house but she didn't find it appalling either.&nbsp; Everyone had their tastes, that was all.&nbsp; Old to her was visits to her grumpy grandmother who nobody liked, Katrina especially since the old fart had always had something degrading to say to her.&nbsp; There were few tears shed when the old woman had finally kicked the bucket.<br><br>All that aside, Katrina stepped out of the car and grabbed her purse, having no idea she was walking into a carrion house, of a sort.&nbsp; Women went in, and didn't come out.&nbsp; If she had known that, there would have been no way in Hell that Katrina would have followed Annabelle into her home.&nbsp; With a somewhat unsure smile on her face as she let Annabelle lead the way, Katrina scratched the back of her neck as she tried to keep her eyes focused on the walkway and not on Annabelle's ass.&nbsp; That shot of Jack was finally settling in it seemed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 06:29:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Annabelle walked up to the house she remembered all those who had walked into the house and never walked out, what were their thoughts as they walked in? Did they have any clue what would happen to them? Annabelle opened the door to the old house, inside there was pictures on the wall of her in different decades as different personas, sometimes they had her and other vampires, sometimes it was just her. She had met a lot of vampires who were actors, people would joke that they were immortal because they seemed to never age, they were right. When the vampire actors felt that people were catching on too much they would fake their death.<br><br>Annabelle lead her to the lounge, it had a 1920's feel to it with the artwork and lavish furniture. Across the room from the fireplace was a fully stocked bar with vintage varieties of alcohol. "Would you like anything?" Annabelle asked generously, she was surprised by her own shyness, by now with most girls she would have been all over them but this was different , she felt like a timid school girl.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 07:13:01</strong>
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				Chances were good that none of her previous victims had had any idea about was going to happen to them.&nbsp; Even if they had, not all of them would have refused her anyway, if they were already dead people walking for one reason or another.&nbsp; Katrina was one of them, and all because of a tumor which had been discovered a year ago.&nbsp; It wasn't doing anything at the moment, but since it was inoperable, she knew her days were numbered.&nbsp; Even though she had seven years of life ahead of her, it certainly put things into perspective, but instead of waiting for her time to run out, Katrina had chosen to continue living as normal a life as possible.&nbsp; Hence her current predicament as she let her gaze sweep over the artwork and the interior in general while her gracious host went to the bar.&nbsp; Looking away from a more modern picture, Katrina shrugged as she joined the woman by the bar.&nbsp; "Hmm, any good wine you'd be willing to share?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 07:46:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I have some 1999 Cabernet Merlot blend from Washington, it was rated 96 out of 100 for quality." When you live as long as Annabelle had you manage to collect a lot of fancy things like jewelry, alcohol and clothes. Mostly she kept these things around to impress people, she could drink but it wouldn't do anything to her, she couldn't get drunk no matter how much she had. Most people would of loved this ability, but for Annabelle it was shitty. It made her feel&nbsp; less human, it made her feel alone. <br><br>She poured a glass for Kat and sat next to her, still partially lost in thought. She hungered, there was no doubt about that, but she felt nervous, confused and conflicted. Slowly she placed a hand on Kat's knee, as though she was a shy boy on his first date. She could barely look at Kat, it was like she was looking at the sun, her natural radiance was so bright. She was so much different than what Annabelle was used to, and she loved it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 08:04:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sounds good, but it also sounds expensive.&nbsp; Still, I'm not about to say no."&nbsp; Katrina replied as she got comfortable and admired Annabelle as she brought over the wine.&nbsp; Taking a sip from the offered glass, which probably cost more than her college tuition, Kat nodded her approval and barely suppressed a moan of pleasure from the rich flavor that had hit her tongue.&nbsp; The hand on her knee quickened her pulse, and a gentle heat pooled in her cheeks as Kat took a deeper swig of the wine in an effort to steady her nerves.&nbsp; Her white t-shirt and jeans were suddenly very uncomfortable, but she managed to remain still for the most part.&nbsp; "Why do I get the feeling you're just as enthralled by me as I am by you?"&nbsp; She finally asked before looking to the fireplace.&nbsp; The mood was all but perfect really, now it was just a matter of getting past her own nerves as Katrina hesitantly put her hand over Annabelle's.&nbsp; "I said I've never done this before right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 08:37:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Indeed you did, but's it's not like rocket science, you just follow your desire and do what it says..." Slowly she put her other hand on Kat's shoulder and kissed her cheek gently. She nuzzled her face and kissed her again, moving her hand to her hair. "I've never felt this way before, and this isn't my first rodeo." Kat's warmth made Annabelle feel like she was melting into the furniture. She wanted to go slow with the newbie but the more she touched her the more she wanted her. As she began kissing Kat's soft mouth her hands began to move to her torso, careful not to overstep boundaries. ''You are so beautiful Katrina..."Annable said looking her deep into her eyes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-01-2014, 21:59:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The gentle kiss and the equally soft words helped to ease some of the tension from Katrina's body as she felt the hand on her shoulder move to her hair while Annabelle continued to rain kisses down on her.&nbsp; "You probably say that to all the girls."&nbsp; She teased, turning her head to catch Anna's lips with her own as her own hands fell to the vampire's waist.&nbsp; The compliment to her beauty made her smile, even if she didn't quite believe it herself considering who she was currently snogging, but Katrina didn't let the thought linger as she let her tongue brush across Annabelle's lips, seeking entrance to the woman's mouth while her hands continued to slowly explore her waist before slowly moving higher up.&nbsp; "And you're drop dead gorgeous, Annabelle."&nbsp; She whispered, her hazel eyes lighting up with her building desire as she moved away from her lips to Annabelle's neck, where she lingered for several seconds, gently nibbling and even sucking on her earlobe before moaning hungrily in her ear.&nbsp; She wanted this, wanted her, almost as much as Annabelle wanted this.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 13:52:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It all became too much for the old vampire, she wanted her but also wanted to be with her and in order for that to happen she would have to tell the truth."Kat...before we continue... I need to tell you something. I really like you, more than I've ever liked anyone else. And I know as soon as I tell you this you'll run right out the door and you have every right to but...Katrina, I'm a vampire and I was born in 1849." She walked towards the fireplace facing away from Kat. "I'll give you two minutes to get up and leave, otherwise I'll know you want to stay." Slowly Annabelle began to count off in her mind although she felt it was pointless. There was no way Kat would want anything to do with her now that she knew the truth. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 17:01:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				To say the news was surprising would have been an understatement would have been generous, and the shock on Kat's face said as much.&nbsp; She could only blink a couple of times before the news started to sink in for her, but when it did, she found she wasn't all that surprised.&nbsp; There had been some strange things in her past that suddenly made a lot more sense, not to mention the fact some of the pictures on Annabelle's wall had looked far too similar to each other despite a now obvious effort to hide the truth.&nbsp; Slowly standing to her feet, Katrina soon stood behind the vampire and gently wrapped her arms around her waist from behind.&nbsp; "If what you say is true, then I have to tell you something as well, Annabelle.&nbsp; I'm dying, seven years, if I'm fortunate.&nbsp; Tumor, inoperable."<br><br>Before she could say anything however, Katrina took a step back and let her hands fall away from her body.&nbsp; "I don't know what happens now, but despite what I just said, I'm not ready to give up breathing.&nbsp; I definitely feel more alive than I have for some time, especially now that you've confirmed there's more out there than my own species, which I've suspected was the case, but that changes nothing as far as I can see.&nbsp; And if you're wondering why I'm not running off, it's because while I have little doubt you've had to kill to survive, I find my curiosity far outweighs my fear of you.&nbsp; It probably helps that my time is limited anyway, so even if you did decide to sleep with me before making me a snack, at least I'd go with the knowledge I helped you in some small way.&nbsp; Which brings me to the real reason why I decided to stay.&nbsp; You've been honest, even when you've had to gloss over the truth, you've tried to be honest with me.&nbsp; I don't know why you chose me over everyone else you've no doubt brought here, but I truly appreciate it Annabelle.&nbsp; As to whether or not I feel the same way, give me time to work on that, if you'll let me."&nbsp; While she didn't say why she had suspected there was more out there, it really didn't matter to her.&nbsp; What mattered was what happened next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>07-01-2014, 22:12:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kat's words and actions were much better than what Annabelle had expected but they certainly weren't the best of what could happen. Nonetheless her mood was lifted especially when she hugged her."All that you just said is the reason I decided to tell you. You didn't run, you didn't scream or foolishly try to attack me. You're a very intelligent girl, you're not a bimbo who lives on your parents income. I understand your not wanting to become a vampire, especially with all those movies myths out there. And if you're not willing to continue what was happening I understand. I just couldn't continue without telling you the truth." <br><br>Finding out that Kat had an inoperable tumor was rough, she had so much life left it wasn't fair. It reminded Annabelle of all the people who died during the tuberculosis outbreak in the early 1900's. It killed her first true love Ruth Rathenburg, she was a nurse Annabelle was going to travel the world before she got sick and died. It was then Annabelle decided that if she was to fall in love with anyone she would turn them so that she would never lose them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 17:39:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"And then you had to insult my intelligence."&nbsp; Katrina teased, but her smile disappeared as she took a step forward again, practically nose to nose with her hostess.&nbsp; "I'm not assuming anything about you Annabelle.&nbsp; I prefer my legends and myths from a much more reliable source.&nbsp; As for continuing our other activities, well..."&nbsp; A night of meaningless sex hadn't been what she had had in mind when she had started this evening, but now she had a reason to actually feel something other than embarrassed and shame for indulging herself with such a beautiful woman.&nbsp; There was at least one thing most of the movies and stories had shared, sex and feeding seemed to go hand in hand for vamps, and while a little frightening at first, Katrina couldn't quite shake the intense arousal that same thought brought as she leaned in and kissed her once more.&nbsp; Slowly pulling away, Katrina smirked and picked up the wine bottle up before heading towards the stairs she had seen on her way in, assuming the woman's bedroom was up there.&nbsp; As for the wine, well, there was one good thing about her ex.&nbsp; He had had a sexy imagination.&nbsp; While the wine he had used was simply red wine, he had had the idea of pouring a fair amount onto her stomach and between her thighs before slowly licking her clean.&nbsp; Needless to say, that was one night she had loved.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 20:01:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Again Annabelle was surprised by the woman's openness, with every word she sounded more and more intelligent and she loved it. When she kissed her she felt almost alive, like she was a true human again. As she watched her take the bottle of wine and walk up the stairs she wondered what the amazing woman could be up to, she decided to wait a little bit then go up and find her, figuring whatever the woman had planned would need some time to get prepared. As she walked up the stairs she imagined she still had a heartbeat, because if she did it would be pounding like no other heart had pounded before. She was amused to see that Kat had found her room and slowly she made her way inside the room only to find her nude on the bed with wine pooled on her thighs. "Whoa....."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 23:13:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				((Just a note for future posts like this Spirit.&nbsp; I was planning on getting frisky with the wine and all, but I'd have preferred if ya hadn't of assumed and gone on ahead with getting her undressed and all lol.&nbsp; No biggie though.&nbsp; ;D))<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Annabelle's bedroom?&nbsp; Up to you.&nbsp; ;D</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.narratives.co.uk/ImageThumbs/JST011_19/3/JST011_19_Old_fashioned_bedroom_with_big_canopy_bed.jpg)</div></div><br>Katrina hadn't wasted much time and had found her way to Annabelle's bedroom.&nbsp; It was old fashion like the rest of the house, but the bed was more than big enough for what she needed as she stripped down after putting the wine bottle by the beautiful bed.&nbsp; She'd worry about that momentarily as she slipped her underwear down before tossing her bra casually to the floor.&nbsp; This was simply two people, having a hot night of sexual indulgence.&nbsp; At least, that's how she tried to rationalize it as Katrina's own heart beat a steady high speed gallop that had nothing to do with her nerves.&nbsp; There was something undeniably erotic and loving about the woman downstairs, despite the fact she must have chomped her way through dozens, possibly hundreds of people, and she was willingly throwing herself to the perfect predator.&nbsp; She didn't worry too much about it though, especially as she picked up the bottle, laid out on her back on the bed, before tipping a fair amount of the wine across her breasts, her stomach, and between her thighs before sealing the bottle up for future use.&nbsp; Turn about was fair play after all.&nbsp; Thankfully, she didn't have long to wait as Annabelle soon arrived, and was momentarily stunned by Katrina's bold preparations.&nbsp; "Are you going to admire or join me Annabelle?"&nbsp; She teased, slowly starting to understand that the vampire had been serious about what she had said earlier.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>11-01-2014, 06:29:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I...I....I just can't comprehend how beautiful you are...and the wine....wow..."Annabelle said stuttering as she stood frozen in the door way. Now nude the woman was a thousand times more sexier than before and pouring the wine on herself was extremely kinky and creative. In sexual situations Annabelle was usually suave and sensual but Katrina made her like a shy school girl. Slowly she made her way to her and climbed up on the bed. Lowly herself down to Katrina her tongue began to lap and lick up the wine between her thighs. "You make the wine taste a whole lot better." She said before finishing up the wine between her thighs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 23:28:55</strong>
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				((Sorry, had some RL and was sick for a bit.&nbsp; I'm back now though.&nbsp; ;D))<br><br>"I'm not that beautiful, but as for the wine.&nbsp; My ex was good at one thing, and that was thinking up some good foreplay fun."&nbsp; Just as she finished saying that, Katrina groaned softly at the feel of her vampiric lover, still finding it hard to believe that she was talking to a real vampire of all things.&nbsp; Not only that, but Annabelle for some reason, found her beautiful and all but irresistible.&nbsp; The feeling was mutual as Kat ran her fingers through the woman's hair, her toes curling and uncurling as her tongue licked up every drop of wine she had spilled on and between her thighs, which had found its way into her shaved sex.&nbsp; "Mmmmm.....more."&nbsp; She whimpered, wanting her, wanting her to do whatever she wanted, so long as she didn't stop.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Between Lust and Love in the Dead of the Night.  (Spiritdeer &amp; Vergil1989)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Spiritdeer94</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 01:16:34</strong>
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				Although there was no wine left between her thighs Annabelle kept licking and kissing the area, her hands running passionately along Katrina's body. She then slowly spread Katrina's legs open and licked at the top of her pussy, right where her clit was. By now Annabelle's hands had migrated their way to Katrina's soft and supple breasts. She finger tips gently teased at her nipples and her tongue made it's way down south more. She kissed the lips down there as if they were the lips on Katrina's beautiful mouth. Moving one had down she slowly inserted a finger into Katrina's wet pussy and slowly began to finger the highly aroused woman.
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