Thou shalt not steal (errantwandering & Deadly Nightshade)
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				Title: <strong>Thou shalt not steal (errantwandering &amp; Deadly Nightshade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 22:04:02</strong>
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				From the shadows of a tree a black-clad figure watched the limousine leave the property through the iron gates out of a pair of dark brown eyes. <br><br>“Yes, off you are to another of your high-society parties.” the figure murmured and waited for the car to disappear around the corner before she stepped out of the shadows. In a matter of seconds she was across the street and started to climb the wall at a spot where she knew no camera could catch her. Dropping down on the other side she moved back to the entrance and pulled small pair of pliers&nbsp; from her boots. High-society party. Just like one of those her own father used to go to. Especially after he had gotten divorced from her mother. Samantha James snarled at the thought and brushed a strand of her long dark hair out of her face. Her father had been living in luxury while her mother had taken on three jobs to pay the rent to their small apartment and be sure her daughter had a warm meal every day. Her mother had died when she had been fourteen, leaving her in the care of the state. It was there that Sam had learned to make sure that there was no door that kept her locked in – or out. <br><br>When her father had died three years ago, inheritance law had made sure she finally received the money he had withheld from her and her mother all those years. Only that now, she no longer cared for it. She had donated it to an organization that helped underprivileged children. All of those many million dollars her father had worked so hard to keep to himself. <br><br>Only a month later she had broken into the house of one of her father's friends. What he had called 'security' had been ridiculous and it seemed, tonight she had a similar easy case. <br><br>“I'm already saying thank you for the donation.” Sam grinned and cut the cable of the alarm system. Waiting a moment to see if there would be any nasty surprises waiting for her she finally made her way to the mansion. At least there was no dog to be seen on the grounds. That damn doberman she had encountered a month ago had nearly cost her her right foot. <br><br>“One would think those rich folks would learn from each other.” Sam mumbled as she easily broke into a window at the ground floor and climbed into the house. Only a simple security system, no dogs, no private security company on the ground, this man was basically begging to be robbed. Sam made her way through the room, looking for a place where <em>Mr. Merciless</em>, as he had been dubbed by several newspapers, would hide a safe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thou shalt not steal (errantwandering &amp; Deadly Nightshade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>errantwandering</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 04:17:34</strong>
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				Jonathan Mercialles watched her entrance from the shadows, a small smile, devoid of any warmth of compassion, crossing his handsome face.&nbsp; She'd finally taken the bait.&nbsp; The first time she'd broken in he hadn't thought anything of it, it was a minor nuisance, nothing more.&nbsp; The second time was more of an aggravation, she'd managed to damage a painting he'd held onto for nigh a century on that excursion.&nbsp; The third time he'd been waiting, watching as she boldly intruded into his sanctuary, the little mouse thinking herself untouchable for no other reason then that he hadn't bothered to deal with her yet, had really been too much.&nbsp; It wasn't the monetary value of the thefts that bothered him...one didn't have to be a financial wizard to make money grow over centuries, and even the valuables she'd found were but a drop in the bucket of his net worth.&nbsp; No, it was the <em>principle</em> of the thing.&nbsp; She would learn that there were consequences for her actions, that no-one was about reproach.<br><br>That night he'd snapped a photograph of her from the shadows.&nbsp; There was no sense in simply jumping out at her and yelling "BOO" like the bogeyman of legends...that would be far too passe.&nbsp; No, he had something far more interesting in mind for her.&nbsp; Shock could be recovered from...his lesson to her would last a lifetime.<br><br>It was a simple thing to prepare after that.&nbsp; A picture had led to a name; A name had led to a social security number, which had then led to a full background check.&nbsp; True secrets were a thing of the past in the information age, one simply had to know where to look.&nbsp; He knew she'd be back, her bank activity had told him when she would be back.&nbsp; A decoy limousine later, and she was walking right into the lions den.&nbsp; "Come, Miss James," he mouthed silently to himself.&nbsp; "I scarcely put any effort into hiding my safe this time.&nbsp; You can do better then that."&nbsp; He couldn't wait until she did.&nbsp; This would be...invigorating.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thou shalt not steal (errantwandering &amp; Deadly Nightshade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>05-10-2010, 13:16:51</strong>
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				Sam shook her head at the recklessness with which Mercialles guarded his possessions. It wasn’t the first time she had broken into his house and all he ever did was simply have his security system repaired, never improved, though. It was why she always came back here every few months, though barely broke into another house twice. Other people learned from their mistakes, he obviously didn’t. Or he simply had so much money that he didn’t even care how much she took. <br><br>Sneaking through the room she had climbed into she carefully opened the door and stepped out into the hall. Usually she had searched the upper floors, so she decided to try the ground floor this night, maybe she’d find the damn safe this time. Trying her luck she opened the next best door and stepped inside. <br><br>“Nice…” she mumbled at the sight of what looked like millions of books, most of them really old, lining the walls up to the ceiling trailing her glove-clad fingers over the backs, reading the titles she silently wondered how many of those were first editions and how one could collect so many of them. The second question she answered herself bitterly, money, of course, made this a rather easy task. <br><br>And there, on one wall the only painting in the room made her grin. Barely able to keep herself from running through the room she hastened her steps and stood before the painting, reaching for the left lower corner she pulled and her grin widened when the painting gave way easily and revealed a metal door behind. <br><br>“Jackpot.” Sam mumbled and went to work on the lock. Not even that one was high tech. It took her less than two minutes to open it. But instead of money, gold or even jewelry all she found was a folder. Frowning she took it out and opened it but as she did so, she nearly let it drop to the floor.<br><br>“What the hell…” She was staring at a copy of her birth certificate. Turning the paper around she found copies over copies of her life, school reports, the documents of the orphanage, even a copy of her driver’s license. It was all in here. Sam cursed as she flipped through the papers before she reached a list she hadn’t seen before but what was standing on it she recognized. Every single item, what she could only guess as the exact amount of money, everything she had stolen from Mercialles was listed here and more, behind the item stood the names of the recipients of the thefts. Even in those cases where she’d had to make money from the items first. It was all listed here, black on white. Her heart started to beat wildly in her chest. What was going on here? Sam finally did drop the folder when she found picture of her in the back of it. And not just any pictures. They were taken in her home, in the small apartment she lived in. When she had been asleep. Someone had been in her bedroom! Sam took a shaky step away from the safe, staring at it as though it would come alive and attack her any moment. She had to get out of there, fast!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thou shalt not steal (errantwandering &amp; Deadly Nightshade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>errantwandering</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 10:57:42</strong>
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				The look on her face was pure ambrosia to him, the sound of her heart pulsing faster, sending the nectar of her blood coursing through her veins even more so.&nbsp; Shock, horror, amazement....ahhh, it never got old for him.&nbsp; He had no real desire to see the girl suffer; after all, she didn't use what she stole for her own benefit.&nbsp; He could even call what she did noble, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor children like that fool Welshman Rae Bran Hud had done many years ago.&nbsp; Still, assisting the little one's or no, she was far too proud for her own good, and needed to be shown her place.&nbsp; The process had been started, but there was still a great deal left to do before she would be sufficiently humbled.<br><br>Mercialles draw the shadows around him like a cloak, wrinkling his nose in distaste as he did so, a habit he hadn't been able to break since it had all began.&nbsp; For some reason, every time he exercised his will in such a way it felt wrong, a thousand sharp needles sliding over his skin, an ice forming around the withered thing that had once served him as a heart.&nbsp; Physics was a cruel bitch, and his ability to flaunt her inevitably brought about her wrath.&nbsp; Properly cloaked, he slid up behind her with catlike grace, his voice a warm caress in her ear, a lover's whisper.<br><br>&nbsp;"You know, Miss James, in ancient times a thief could be hanged, if not worse.&nbsp; Some cultures believed firmly in branding the miscreant so all would know her sins, still others were convinced that removing their hand was a more fitting reminder.&nbsp; Tell me, what shall I do with you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thou shalt not steal (errantwandering &amp; Deadly Nightshade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 16:32:14</strong>
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				Sam screamed at the voice so close to her ear and turned around in one swift moment, forgetting entirely that this would put her in a decidedly unfavorable position. Stepping back hastily she soon found her back hitting the frame of the safe and she cursed herself for being so stupid and even more stupid when she saw absolutely no one in the room with her. <br><br>“What the…” she looked around the room, trying to see in the darkness with only her little flashlight but she was alone. Shining at the ceiling she tried to figure out whether there was a speaker installed somewhere in the room. If there was, however, it was hidden well. <br><br>“I really need to get out of here.” She muttered and forced her legs to move, taking a shaky step away from the safe. Still her eyes scanned every inch of the room but there was no real place for anyone to hide somewhere. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>errantwandering</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 02:46:35</strong>
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				"Still," he continued once she'd turned around, his voice again in her ear, "I feel that such draconian punishments would be a horrid waste of a woman such as yourself.&nbsp; Instead, you will pay back your debt in whatever manner I see fit."<br><br>Her heartbeat filled his mind, her scent filling his nose, the temptation of her racing blood and her tender, exposed throat nearly burning through the iron control he'd developed over his long years.&nbsp; His fangs slid out of his mouth, elongating as his need grew...but NO.&nbsp; He closed his eyes for a moment as she began to make her way out of the room, seeming to be looking for a transmitter, as if he'd need such a mundane method to speak with her, hurling his powerful will against the beast within him, gradually locking it back into its cage.&nbsp; As his predatory gaze opened again, she was nearly out of the room...shaken, but nearly undone enough.&nbsp; One last touch should do the trick.<br><br>"It would be better to hurry, Miss James.&nbsp; The police will be here within moments, and it would be far too much trouble to extract my payment from you once you are within a jail cell...there will be too many others there wishing to extract a piece of you.&nbsp; Can't have that."
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				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 15:04:18</strong>
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				Stumbling at the words, Sam cursed under her breath and spun around, looking wildly around the room. Still finding no trace of any loudspeakers or cameras that could tell her how someone was communicating with her she frowned and stopped. Maybe there wasn't anyone in the house at all. It could very well be a recording. She had cut the alarm system, the police wouldn't come. Unless... maybe Mercialles had invested in higher quality security systems after all. Desperately she tried to think whether she could have missed anything somewhere but she soon dismissed that thought again. <br><br>“Who is there?! Stop being a coward and show your face.” It was time to find out whether she had almost fallen to some technical trick or whether she was really being watched right now. Sam didn't doubt that she'd managed to flee from the police should they really come here. Their sirens would&nbsp; be heard long before they'd be here and she didn't have to climb the wall to the street, the backside would be a better choice then. And once she reached her apartment? Pack her stuff together and leave the city. Because whether she was alone right now or not, he had pictures of her asleep in her own bedroom. If there was one thing Sam knew, it was when it was time to leave. 
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				Post by: <strong>errantwandering</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 04:55:32</strong>
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				My God, he needed her.&nbsp; Her fear, the thudding of her heart....he could almost taste her blood in the air already, could hear it gushing through her veins.&nbsp; His fangs slowly elongated as his body shuddered with the extreme effort needed to maintain his control, his composure, to keep the shadows wrapped around him.&nbsp; This is <em>nonsense</em>!&nbsp; Prey did not break his composure, prey were simply food to be toyed with and then tossed aside.<br><br>He closed his eyes once more and sought the emptiness within, the death that lingered within his soul, keeping his body functioning long after nature had decreed it cease, and found his control once more.&nbsp; The effort cost him, his control of the shadows breaking down, deepening the darkness in the room rather then simply bending the light around himself.&nbsp; His eyes opened once more, and, seeing her preparing to flee, "Merciless" decided it was time to begin phase two of her lesson.&nbsp; <br><br>"A coward, am I?"&nbsp; He whispered in her ear, his fangs lengthening, preparing to strike.&nbsp; "Tell me, Miss James...what do you know of fear?"&nbsp; And with that he nipped at her shoulder, his teeth easily puncturing her black shirt, tearing a hole in her shoulder just large enough to give himself a taste. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>19-10-2010, 18:20:37</strong>
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				She could almost feel him behind her before she heard him whisper in her ear again but there was nothing she could do to prevent from gasping in surprise. There was no mistaking that the voice came directly against her ear, not out of some speaker or some recorded tape somewhere in the room. But there was no one in the room with her, she would have seen him! <br><br>The sting in her shoulder had her head snap to the wound even as she jumped back and turned around, once more involuntarily pressing her back against the wall, or rather one of the bookcases. Were her eyes playing tricks on her or was the room darker than it had been before? Her hand reached up to the tear in her shirt as she looked around wildly. What the hell was going on here? She tried to scoot along the wall to reach the door, her fingertips stroking over the spines of the books. Her throat constricted and she wasn’t able to form a reply, or even think of one. Her heart beat so loud, the sound seemed to be filling her brain, leaving no room for anything else. 
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				Post by: <strong>errantwandering</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 04:51:07</strong>
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				Mercialles shuddered with enjoyment as her taste filled his mouth, savoring it, his keen mind gaining every last bit of information from it as he could even as the rest of him detached.&nbsp; Time and money could tell him what her habits were, where she lived, what her past was, her blood....her blood was a window into her soul.&nbsp; In the adrenaline pumping through her veins he could taste her fear.&nbsp; Her state of health, her level of physical activity, her temperament...even her sexuality came clear in the many chemicals and substances carried in her blood.&nbsp; And the taste...<br><br>The dark man dropped most of his illusion, making himself visible again, though he chose to keep the inadvertant darkening of the room.&nbsp; It was a nice touch.&nbsp; The shadows slowly peeled away from his body, first revealing a strong, handsome face, a pair of deep blue eyes so pale they were almost translucent.&nbsp; As his eyes locked into those of his prey for the very first time, his pale lips split in a mocking grin, revealing the inhuman fangs concealed within.&nbsp; His smile broke the spell, shadows flowing off of his powerful form like water, showing a pair of broad shoulders, a muscular chest concealed with a simple white dress shirt, over top of black slacks.<br><br>"So, tell me, Miss James" emphasizing the Miss, in a too respectful manner, obviously mocking her.&nbsp; "What am I to do with you?" 
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				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>21-10-2010, 11:00:31</strong>
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				Her eyes widened in shock when a man materialized himself in front of her. No, not a man, she corrected herself. At least not a normal one, for what man could conceal himself completely and what man had fangs! Her hand reaching for the tear in her shirt shivered. He had bitten her! The thought rushed through her mind like a racing car and she shook her head in denial. This couldn’t be real. Sam tried to move further away from him but her back already hit the spines of the books. <br><br>Was this some trick? She had heard of people getting their teeth to look like vampire fangs but that couldn’t explain how he could so suddenly appear out of nowhere. And there was no way he had been hiding somewhere in the room. And she had been right about the room suddenly growing darker. Sam hated being played with but that was exactly what she felt right now and rage overshadowed her fear for a moment.<br><br>“If you’re going to kill me at least make it quick!” She snapped at him. That he would send for the police was not something she could imagine at this point anymore. Not with these teeth and that smile that bared them to her view.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>errantwandering</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 12:02:30</strong>
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				He sighed deeply at that, heavily, seeming almost disappointed at her defiance.&nbsp; "Miss James, if I was going to kill you right away, why in the world would I be speaking with you?&nbsp; I could have snapped your pretty neck whenever I pleased.&nbsp; For that matter..."&nbsp; His arm suddenly shot upwards, backhanding her across the face, his skin cold and unyielding as iron as it impacted her.&nbsp; "I believe I just told you that I felt that such a punishment would be a waste of your...talents."&nbsp; With that last word his violet eyes very, very slowly made their way down her body, his gaze so intent that it seemed to be an almost physical touch.<br><br>"If I choose to kill you, it will be on my timeline, not yours."&nbsp; Jonathan glanced at the silver watch around his wrist for a moment, then back up at her.&nbsp; "Now, by my watch you have exactly four minutes before the police arrive.&nbsp; I'd begin running if I were you...you will see me again, when I am ready for you too."&nbsp; With that he waved dismissively at her, turning and walking away, seemingly so certain that she would obey him that he wasn't going to bother watching to make sure that she did.
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				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 15:24:29</strong>
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				Sam's hand rose to her cheek where he had just struck her, her face hurt like hell and she moved her jaw experimentally to see whether he had broken anything. His eyes wandering over her body made her blood run cold. When he dismissed her she was so shocked it took her a moment to realize it but when her mind finally caught up with her she ran from the room as fast as she could. <br><br>In her head she was already thinking about her next steps. It wouldn't take her more than two hours to leave the city and there was no way she would stay here. Hell, he knew where she lived! It was more than high time for her to move somewhere else. Whereto she had no idea yet and maybe this was for the best. She would simply pack whatever she could take and put it in the trunk of her car and drive away. <br><br>Reaching her place this was exactly what she made, stuffing clothes and money and what little else she possessed into two bags and threw them into her car. She drove the rest of the night and most of the next day only stopping the next evening when she felt her eyes getting heavy. Sam checked into the next motel under a fake name and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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				Post by: <strong>errantwandering</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 12:21:20</strong>
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				As the sunlight slowly bled from the sky, "Merciless's" pale eyes snapped open.&nbsp; He slowly stretched, popping his back, curling his powerful arms behind his back, sighing softly as he finished his evening ritual.&nbsp; Hunger savaged him, it had been some time since he'd fed, and he'd used up a great deal of energy.&nbsp; Centuries of the dark magic that kept his soul anchored in the dead flesh that made up his body had altered him, strengthened him, but open defiance of nature's law always had a cost.&nbsp; <br><br>Forcing his bestial side back down, locking it firmly in place, he sat down at his computer and jiggled the mouse, waking it from it's sleep.&nbsp; The opening notes to the "Dracula" theme song burst through his room, drawing a delighted grin from the hunter.&nbsp; He'd had some variation of the song on every computer he'd ever owned, and it never ceased to amuse him.&nbsp; Slashing pain drove the smile from his face, the beast within him raging at the lack of sustenance, and it was only with an extreme effort of will that he was able to shove it back down where it belonged.&nbsp; To business then.<br><br>A few quick keystrokes brought up his back door into the FBI's secure network, a few more set his computer to scan through every still shot taken from all traffic lights and toll booths in a 500 mile radius.&nbsp; The internet was truly a marvelous thing.&nbsp; A few bribes and a disgruntled engineer brought him results within minutes, much better then the week long hunts he'd had to endure before the information age began.&nbsp; A few moments later results popped up on his screen, showing every camera she had passed under in her "escape".&nbsp; He toyed with the idea of going after her immediately, the beast within him agreeing wholeheartedly, but no.&nbsp; He had something far more interesting in mind for her.&nbsp; By the time he was done with her, she would be his, completely and totally, body, mind, and soul.&nbsp; Let her keep fleeing, let her feel safe...it would make it all the more shocking when he took her, would make her feel that much more helpless.&nbsp; It would be...fun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Thou shalt not steal (errantwandering &amp; Deadly Nightshade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deadly Nightshade</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 19:51:09</strong>
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				Sam had slept well into the day, the sun already high in the sky when she lifted her head of the shabby pillow on the motel room's bed. She dragged herself into the bathroom and took a ice cold shower to wake herself up. Not staying longer than absolutely necessary she was on the road again an hour later, stopping soon, however, to fill the hole in her stomach at a diner before driving for another few hours. She stopped at another motel that night, again checking in under yet another fake name. The guy taking her money didn't even look up from the TV screen, his eyes clued to Pamela Anderson's tits as he was watching Baywatch reruns. <br><br>Rolling her eyes Sam took the keys he dropped onto the counter and made her way to her room. Turning on the TV herself she zapped through the channels until she found a harmless, light-hearted comedy. Nothing with darkness or supernatural beings suddenly appearing. Curling up on the bed she ate the sandwhiches she had bought at the last gas station for dinner before she pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and kept the TV running while she fell asleep, hoping the light-hearted film would keep her dreams equally harmless and comfortable. 
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