In Her Grasp (Erlind & abandoneddolly)
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>17-02-2015, 05:52:51</strong>
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				Peter pushed his dark hair out of his face, so he could better see the estate where he’d tracked his brother.&nbsp; It was getting kind of shaggy and he needed it cut.&nbsp; It was strange the kinds of things that went through his mind as he examined the mansion where his brother had disappeared.&nbsp; Both he and Michael were demon hunters.&nbsp; Everything that went bump in the night, the things people were afraid to believe existed, were the quarry of the two brothers.&nbsp; Of the two brothers, Michael Rook was the more notorious in their circles.&nbsp; His brother’s name caused fear in the hearts of the worst monsters the world had to offer and Peter had just started trying to follow in his brother’s footsteps.&nbsp; <br><br>After Mom died Peter’s view of his brother had changed a lot.&nbsp; Michael had followed the path of a hunter just like their mother had and Peter had always thought he was an idiot for doing it.&nbsp; He’d never really believed the stories Mom had told them at night and thought Michael was just wasting his life.&nbsp; Mom hadn’t died a quiet death in bed though.&nbsp; Peter had come home when he heard she was sick, but sickness was the right word.&nbsp; She’d been possessed.&nbsp; Together with Michael and an exorcist from the church he’d helped give their mother peace before she died, but that night had opened his eyes to what lurked in the dark.&nbsp; He started training with his brother and until a few weeks ago they’d been working side by side to keep the world safe.&nbsp; It was surreal.<br><br>As he looked out at the mansion from the tree line Peter began checking his equipment.&nbsp; The heavy Ruger tucked safely in its holster behind his back was still not as comfortable as the sword at his side, though undeniably more useful most of the time.&nbsp; He’d fenced saber in college and had found the sword to be his weapon of choice when he and Michael had started training.&nbsp; Despite the black leather jacket, the heavy silver crucifix around his neck still felt cold on his chest, even on a warm day it always seemed cool to the touch.&nbsp; Feeling ready as he was likely to, and knowing that a party at this house two weeks ago was the last place anyone had seen his brother, Peter crept across the field under the starlight hoping to find some sign of Michael.&nbsp; <br><br>A low silhouette marked Peter’s movements across the field until it disappeared into the garden surrounding the rear of the estate.&nbsp; Even outside, this place oozed with an extravagance that he had never known growing up.&nbsp; Even in the relative chill of the night the perfectly manicured topiary and flowers seemed to thrive, the wind giving just enough motion to the plants to make Peter imagine one might reach out and grab him.&nbsp; He stopped at a stone bench overlooking a small pond.&nbsp; A dark rose lay on it with a few of the petals removed and tossed to the ground.&nbsp; He dropped low next to the bench and scanned the area around him.&nbsp; Was there someone here?&nbsp; The night had been utterly silent and he’d seen no movement beside the gentle sway of tree branches in the night breeze.&nbsp; Being on the hunt alone had his nerves on edge, but this felt like more than that.&nbsp; He felt like he was being watched. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>17-02-2015, 08:09:31</strong>
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				Elizabeth had heard him coming long before he ever made it to the garden. She had been waiting for him to come, ever since Michael had died. She knew that he had a brother. You didn't live very long if you didn't know your enimies. The humans had there stories of&nbsp; monsters and the monster tales of hunters.In those tales Michael had been almost legendary, but his brother, all she knew of him was that he existed. He was sure to come looking sooner or later.<br><br>As soon as he had gotten close enough Elizabeth had left the bench in the garden and retreated to the other side of the hedges to watch the hunter. She watched as he dropped low to the ground. Did he know she was there, well to be honest she didn't hide her tracks to well. <br><br>she could take him by surprise now, she thought, but she also didn't want to under estimate him.&nbsp; Right now she was content on watching and wondering what he would do. Did he even realize he was wandering right into a trap?&nbsp; A trap she planned on leading him deeper into.<br><br>Elizabeth had dark hair that framed her pale lithe body. Her eyes were a contrasting light blue that lit up in the moonlight. She was wearing a long black low cut dress.<br><br>After she watched him for a few minutes she moved making sure to make the hedges rustle a little as she she moved forward deeper into the garden.She his behind a tree this time as she waited to see if he would come. She wanted to be hunted at least as long as it was on her terms. It was like a game of tag just with deadlier stakes.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 03:26:32</strong>
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				From behind him Peter heard the rustling of disturbed leaves.&nbsp; He stood tall again and turned to face his adversary.&nbsp; For the first moment his hand went for the blade, but not knowing what was coming made him hesitate.&nbsp; Then something else gave him more pause.&nbsp; An elegant woman in a revealing dress had managed to get behind him in what should have been a den of evil.&nbsp; If she’d wanted him dead Peter had certainly given her the time to make it happen, if she was half as sinister as beautiful, but now was no time to over think things.&nbsp; Peter drew his heavy caliber hand gun and leveled it at her before taking a few measured steps backwards.<br><br>“I’m looking for someone who went missing at a party here a few weeks ago,” he said loud if shakier than he’d meant.&nbsp; “Who?&nbsp; Who are you?”&nbsp; Peter was ready to shoot her despite his unsure words.&nbsp; His short time working with Michael had shown him that evil wore many faces and that hesitation could be deadly.&nbsp; It was easy to think that somehow this had all been a mistake and this was just a rich heiress enjoying the night air, but the young hunter knew he had to trust his instincts if he was going to find his brother.&nbsp; She was more than she seemed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>21-02-2015, 04:41:57</strong>
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				Elizabeth looked over the gun that he pointed at her. She took a step backwards as well and held her hands up in mock surrender. She tried her best to act like just some regular girl who had just wondered into a bad situation <br><br>"I'm Elizabeth. You...you can put the gun away I didn't mean to frighten you. I mean you no harm." She told him.<br>" no one has been here for a while...but maybe if you give me some more details on who you are looking for I can point you in the right direction." She told him.<br><br>So this was the hunters brother. He didn't seem as confident as his brother had been maybe her act would fool him. It would be the easiest way to go. If not she could fight him, and force him into the trap she had planned.
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 04:21:04</strong>
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				Peter lowered his gun.&nbsp; It was no longer aimed at her, but his finger stayed on the trigger and he stayed ready to train it on her again if he was making a mistake.&nbsp; Maybe Elizabeth really was more sinister than she seemed, but if she was the one in trouble and just unable to say so then she didn’t need a weapon pointed at her.<br><br>“Elizabeth, my name is Peter,” he told her slowly wanting her to feel reassured despite the weapon he held.&nbsp; “I know there was a party here a few weeks ago that was invitation only.&nbsp; Do you know anything about it.&nbsp; Who attended or if anything happened that night.&nbsp; I’m looking for someone close to me who went missing that night.&nbsp; Were you there?&nbsp; He’s maybe an inch or two shorter than me, but otherwise we look similar.&nbsp; He had a sprig of a plant in his lapel instead of a flower, Rowan.”<br><br>The hunter glanced nervously around the darkness of the garden.&nbsp; There were three people this woman could be.&nbsp; Peter wanted to believe she was an ignorant human that might know just enough to help him, or an innocent victim who would trust him once she realized he could help.&nbsp; The third possibility crawled at the back of his mind like a nightmare that refused to vanish with the morning.&nbsp; She could be the monster.&nbsp; Peter adjusted his grip on his gun, his eyes darting around again.&nbsp; Of all the things he’d expected to see tonight, a moonlit interrogation with a beautiful young woman like this was not one of them.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 07:20:07</strong>
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				Of course Elizabeth knew exactly who he was talking about. She had killed him after all, but she listened as if this information was new to her. She stayed quite for a few minuets after he asked the questions as if she was&nbsp; thinking about what he had asked. After a moment she nodded her head. <br><br>&nbsp; " yes, I was there." She answered him. " I think I know who you are searching for ...and theirs something you need t o see." She told him her voice was a bit troubled as if whatever she wanted to show him was not pleasant. She held her hand out for the hunter to take. She wasn't sure if he would take it or not. She could tell that he did not completely trust her. He was smart not to, but she hoped that she could play the role of a beautiful victim good enough he would never see the monster underneath. 
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 03:55:22</strong>
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				Again the hunter searched the garden within his sight looking for some sign that could point to an easy conclusion, but nothing presented itself.&nbsp; Michael would have known what to do, or at the very least would not have let this girl find him.&nbsp; What would he have done?&nbsp; <br><br>“Lead the way, but I’m not taking your hand.&nbsp; I’m sorry, but something doesn’t feel right and I want to be ready.”&nbsp; Peter felt guilty for not trusting her, but he knew his brother wouldn’t have and he was still trying to learn how to hunt from him even when he was gone.&nbsp; Still, Elizabeth was his only lead and if she was more dangerous than she seemed letting her out of his sight would be a mistake too.&nbsp; Peter began following the mysterious woman through the fragrant paths and chill air.<br><br>“What aren’t you telling me, Elizabeth?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>24-02-2015, 09:44:47</strong>
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				" very well...but you don't need to worry about me I'm not going to hurt you, besides your armed, and I have nothing. "&nbsp; She started to walk now deeper into the garden. She wanted to bring him into the mansion at the gardens end. She needed to get him inside. Once inside only one of them would ever come out again. She lead the way quietly at first until Peter had asked the question. She paused , and looked back at him with a somewhat hurt expression on her face. <br><br>" Nothing..." She shook her head" Its just. " She tried her best to play a confused conflicted girl, a victim. She needed him to think she was the victim then she could take him by surprise when she turned out to be the monster. " I'm sure the way your armed you know what kind of people were at that party. It was stupid for him to be there...but ..I meet your brother at the party...He said he would get me out...I know where he is, but I can't save him...I'm compelled not to, but if I show you where he is...it would be going to your death." <br><br>It wasn't all a lie. She had meet him at the party though he wasn't here anymore, and the boy was going to his death. Maybe she should have not have warned him. If he didn't believe her it could go bad for her, but if not then...well let him be prepared. It would make it all the more fun when it was time to play with him. She watched his reaction closely. Ready to protect herself if he saw through her little illusion. 
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 23:23:55</strong>
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				There was something darker hiding here and Elizabeth was part of it though not willingly.&nbsp; That all made sense to Peter.&nbsp; His brother was alive too.&nbsp; He listened as he followed his guide though his heart pounded at the ideas of what could come next.<br><br>“He’d die for me,” he told her with a cold calm voice.&nbsp; They reached the end of the path and Peter looked up at the house before him.&nbsp; It easily could have been here since the area was first settled, the home of some long forgotten elite that had made his fortune in a new land.&nbsp; The windows of the mansion glowed with gentle light and stepping out from the shadows to face the darkness made Peter nervous, but if his brother’s life was on the line he had no problem taking on the challenge.&nbsp; <br><br>Peter moved past Elizabeth and opened the glass paned door himself.&nbsp; If things were as dangerous as she said he wanted to be between whatever demon lay within and her.&nbsp; He stepped inside lightly, finding himself in a sitting room with a painting on the wall, one of Elizabeth.&nbsp; He stopped.&nbsp; He’d made a mistake.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>25-02-2015, 23:58:32</strong>
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				Elizabeth was pleased that he bought right into her little story. He followed her to the mansion and even put himself in front of her as if he was going to protect her from whatever dark evils laid inside. The plan was working perfectly, by the time he realized his mistake it was to late. He was already inside.<br><br>Elizabeth changed. Her blue eyes turned blood red. Her fangs extended down over her lower lip. She hisssed. <br>The doors out of the mansion closed and locked, the lights flickered&nbsp; and went dark. <br><br>She ran toward him there bodies almost touching as she moved past him to go further into the mansion. 
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 04:13:02</strong>
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				He spun to face Elizabeth only to see her rush by him.&nbsp; Peter took a single shot which tore up the silence of the night and nothing else.&nbsp; Red eyes.&nbsp; Fangs.&nbsp; Unmistakable hiss.&nbsp; Those had been the last things he’d seen before the darkness swallowed him.&nbsp; He was so stupid.&nbsp; She strung him along so easily.&nbsp; Still, there was no turning back.&nbsp; Breaking a window and running not only probably wouldn’t work, but if Michael really was still alive Peter would never see him again.&nbsp; <br><br>Peter turned to face the interior of the mansion as his eyes adjusted.&nbsp; He’d faced vampires before with his brother, but Elizabeth seemed different.&nbsp; She was more refined than the blood thirsty monsters he’d faced and had dropped subtle hints of her strength with her first approach.&nbsp; Silence that was meant to be heard.&nbsp; Peter put away his gun and drew his sword.&nbsp; He wouldn’t see her coming from far away enough for the gun to be any use.&nbsp; <br><br>“Elizabeth!&nbsp; Why the games?&nbsp; Why not just kill me in the gardens before I even knew you were there?”&nbsp; She would already know where he was so he wasn’t giving away anything.&nbsp; Perhaps he could goad her into a mistake and even the odds at least a little.&nbsp; Maybe not.&nbsp; Peter crept through the inky dark maneuvering around the shadows of leather chairs and end tables and making his way into what he thought was a dining room.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 05:16:35</strong>
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				Elizabeth could see Peter clearly. Her predatory eyes were made for hunting in the dark. She could hear his breath, his heart beating. The pulse called to her, and her mouth watered to bite down on his flesh and taste his blood, but she showed some self control. She had moved to the dining room where she watched him make his way toward. She waited for the perfect time to strike. Now that they were in the safety of the mansion she had as much time as she liked to play with him, and she intended to drag this out for as long as it amused her.&nbsp; <br><br>She watched him put the gun away and exchange it with a sword. It was a smart move since he would have never got a bullet to connect with her. She heard him call out to her, probably to force her into making a move. She answered him only with silence. He would only know where she was, when she was ready for him to.&nbsp; She watched&nbsp; as he entered the entrance. She&nbsp; raced toward him, she kept an eye on his sword, as she moved intending to push him against the dining room wall. 
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>04-03-2015, 22:28:13</strong>
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				Maybe he hadn’t even heard her, but some instinct, some little voice inside him told Peter to turn and be ready.&nbsp; The hunter spun around raising his sword, but it was far too late.&nbsp; By the time he saw her, he was already slammed up against the wall with the air knocked out of him.&nbsp; The frame of a dim portrait crunched against his back with the force that she placed him there.&nbsp; His wrist was pinned against the wall and felt like the bones could break if she really tried, keeping him from using the blade.&nbsp; She had been such a delicate innocent seeming young woman, but Elizabeth was much stronger than any vampire he’d ever fought.<br><br>Peter stared defiantly into the blood red eyes of his captor.&nbsp; She broke his grip on the blade and his sword clattered to the ground.&nbsp; The clang of his proud blade on the wood flooring felt like a death knell.&nbsp; He didn’t break his stare though, whimpering like a coward was not a hunter’s end and if he was going to fail in saving his brother he would at least do so dying as the hunter he never truly was.<br><br>“Do your worst, vampire,” Peter demanded, “You won’t break me before I go.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 12:07:27</strong>
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				Elizabeth stared into his eyes curiously. He was easier pinned then his brother had been, but his brother had been the notorious hunter. What surprised her the most was what he said.&nbsp; " oh, are you going to give up on saving your brother so easily hunter? I wonder&nbsp; if he would do he same if your place was reversed."&nbsp; She taunted him. Of course his brother wasn't here, he was long gone past the point of saving, but he did not know that.<br><br>She leaned forward and kissed him hard on his lips. She continued the kiss using her fangs to peirce his lip and tasted the blood that trickled out. She them moved her head back. " mmmm delicious." <br><br>Elizabeth loosened her grasp on him and moved a few steps back curious what he would do. She watched him with the eyes of a cat who had found an interesting mouse to toy with for a bit before it devoured it.
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 19:48:52</strong>
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				She clearly intended to rattle him, maybe make him lash out.&nbsp; What the hunter couldn’t understand was why.&nbsp; Whatever the reason Peter didn’t want to give her the satisfaction.<br><br>“I’m not giving up, but I won’t lie to myself either.&nbsp; I can’t beat you, not like this.”<br><br>The hunter winced as she cut his lip just enough to take a taste of him.&nbsp; He watched her savor the trickle of blood she had taken and wondered why she resisted ripping his throat out.&nbsp; Elizabeth was clearly enjoying the taste of him, so was she simply not hungry.&nbsp; Most perplexing of all was when she let him go and stepped back.&nbsp; His first instinct was to dive for his sword, but he fought the urge off knowing it would be futile and could only provoke her.&nbsp; If she wanted to play with her food he would let her, hoping he’d get the chance to turn the tables on his captor.&nbsp; Peter forced himself to relax a little and rubbed his wrist.<br><br>“Why keep him,” Peter asked, “and why keep me?&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 20:53:42</strong>
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				Elizabeth was a bit disappointed that he didn't try to fight her when she let him go. His brother had been more feisty. Instead of going for his sword he asked her a question.&nbsp; She thought about what he asked for a moment. She did not particularly have a reason other then she was bored.&nbsp; She moved keeping a close eye on him as she picked up the sword from the ground. She twirled the sword in her hand, and pointed the blade toward Peter.<br><br>" eternity wears on you after a while."&nbsp; was the answer that she gave him. <br><br>She flipped the sword in her hand to point the hilt toward him she offered the sword to him.&nbsp; " Take it. Drive it into my heart. I know you want to." <br>Of&nbsp; course she would never let him actually kill her, unless he got lucky. 
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>14-03-2015, 00:30:31</strong>
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				The offer was tempting, but a blade to the heart of a vampire would do no good.&nbsp; Was she testing him?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Peter took the blade.&nbsp; Doing anything else would have screamed of weakness and the hunter saw no better option.&nbsp; He didn’t thrust it into her though.&nbsp; No, he went for the kill elegantly whipping the heavy length of hardened steel around to come at her neck from the side.&nbsp; A wooden stake to the heart would kill her not a metal one, but decapitation was a handy alternative.&nbsp; He didn’t stop for witty banter, scream a war cry or utter a curse.&nbsp; Silent action taken for his life and his brother’s.<br><br>Peter didn’t hold back and stared into her as he swung.&nbsp; As beautiful as she was and innocent as she had seemed at first, he gave no hint of hesitation.&nbsp; He had no illusions about his chances of her letting him actually kill her, but she would have to stop him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>15-03-2015, 06:00:09</strong>
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				The swing had taken her by surprise though it shouldn't have if his brother was any indication of how he was. She was faster then him though , and she moved back away from the swing before it could&nbsp; land a solid blow. It did however cut into her neck leaving a small necklace of blood the shallow wound would heal in minuets on the creature. She laughed at his attack. She made a grab for his sword arm with the intention of twisting it back and making him drop his sword once more. <br><br>" you made me bleed...you still have some fight in you. good, this is&nbsp; just going to make things a lot more interesting hunter."
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 02:05:23</strong>
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				“Uhhnnn.”<br><br>Peter groaned as the blade was once again forced out of his hand.&nbsp; She had disarmed him a second time just after pledging a death wish.&nbsp; He felt like a mouse in the claws of a cat, just waiting for the final blow. If she wanted to illustrate to him just how powerless he was against her, she had done it.<br><br>“Did you have no one to teach you not to play with your food, vampire?&nbsp; What’s the point of these mind games, Elizabeth?”<br>He hadn’t meant it, but there had been a wisp of affection when he spoke her name.&nbsp; She had been human once even if it had been a long time.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>21-03-2015, 02:29:45</strong>
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				" food? your not food." She licked her fangs and smiled She moved close pushing him back against the wall again. She brushed her fangs against his neck, and then nipped at his ear before whispering. " Do you want to be food?"&nbsp; She nibbled at his ear. Then she moved her head away with a sigh like she was having to use all the control that she had not to rip his throat out. She looked into his eyes. " No hunter I have something, more delicious planned for you." <br><br>She moved her wrist of her right hand up and ripped it open with her fangs. She pressed her bleeding wrist to his lips. " open your mouth hunter, have a drink." She moved her other hand and pinched his nose shut cutting off his breath so that he would eventually have to breath. To breathe he would have to open his mouth and let the blood flow in. 
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				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 22:04:06</strong>
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				Peter gasped and wrenched away from her, but soon the cursed blood was on his lips and there was nothing he could do to stop it.&nbsp; The whole world fell away as Elizabeth held him there and all the hunter could focus on was fighting what was being forced on him.&nbsp; He struggled even as the bitter metallic taste filled his mouth, but then something happened.&nbsp; It changed.&nbsp; The taste of copper remained, but gained a savory quality to it.&nbsp; His head swam and faintly Peter became away he was now holding the arm presented to him, gently suckling at the sweet red nectar she’d gifted him.&nbsp; <br><br>“Treacherous bitch,” Peter murmured between desperate slurps, but all the venom was gone from his voice now.&nbsp; It was an echo of feelings too intense to be brushed aside.&nbsp; This was wrong, it was all wrong, but the young man found he couldn’t help himself even knowing that.&nbsp; <br><br>He drank deep.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>26-03-2015, 20:12:39</strong>
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				Emily watched as Peter drunk from her. She noticed the change now he was drinking hungrily from her, but his fight was still there evident in the name he called her between drinks. That was fine. That was what she wanted a challenge. He would have the rest of eternity to warm up to her.<br><br>Emily felt a little dizzy from the blood that he took, but he didn't stop him. Instead she leaned forward and allowed herself to have the one thing she had wanted to do since she saw him. She leaned forward and sunk her fangs into his soft neck and drunk deeply of his warm blood not stopping until she felt him start to weaken beside her. She pulled her head away, and moved her hand away from his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Emily took him then to one of the guest bedrooms and laid him on the bed. She ran a hand through his hair as she looked down on him and smiled. He would hate her at first, but it would pass. Then she could show him oh the things she could show him. The things that they would do. She walked out of the room locking the door as she did so. He would need his rest and she needed to find something for him to eat for later.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Her Grasp (Erlind &amp; abandoneddolly)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Erlind</strong> on <strong>27-03-2015, 08:13:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hunter groaned, vaguely aware he was being fed on, but he didn’t care. The pain of her fangs in his throat was faded compared to the taste she was providing him with.&nbsp; In the end, Peter didn’t remember ending the mutual bloody feast or falling into sleep.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Nightmares plagued Peter and he tossed almost violently in the bed.&nbsp; A thousand shadows tore at him in his dreams and part of him could tell they wanted to make him a shadow too.&nbsp; Somewhere in the darkness Peter saw his brother and he rushed to him only to be overtaken by the clawing shadows.&nbsp; <br><br>“Why?&nbsp; Why did you do it, Pete?”<br><br>Peter struggled to look up at his brother only to see his only family turn his back and walk away.&nbsp; Peter was about to call for him to wait, but one of the shadows reached up to his mouth and took hold of his front teeth and pulled sending jolts of pain through the roof of his mouth.</em><br><br>* * *<br><br>Peter shot up in the bed and instantly was hit by the harsh ache in his mouth.&nbsp; He reached up trying to remember what Elizabeth had done to him.&nbsp; His hand grazed one of the new fangs in his mouth cutting it slightly and all the memories came flooding back.&nbsp; Not only memories of how Elizabeth had forced him to drink her cursed blood, but of how sickeningly good it had felt.&nbsp; A part of the hunter wanted to feel that again, but anger forced that down.&nbsp; He roared.<br><br>“ELIZABETH!”&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted to kill her, rip her throat out.&nbsp; Peter jumped out of the bed, but as soon as he hit his feet he stumbled and his head swam.&nbsp; It felt like he hadn’t slept in years and there was a gnawing thirst somewhere at the back of his mind that made it hard to think.&nbsp; The only thing that pierced this fog of weakness and hunger was the anger he felt at that woman who had done this to him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: In Her Grasp (Erlind &amp; abandoneddolly)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>abandoneddolly</strong> on <strong>30-03-2015, 15:11:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth was gone for a long while, when she returned she didn't enter the room. Instead she unlocked the door and sent someone else inside before closing the door again. The person who walked into the room was a girl with long blond hair that went down past her mid back, and dark green eyes. She was wearing nothing, but her hair was styled so it slightly covered her breast. She walked up to Peter. <br><br>" are you hungry?" The girl asked. " I'm here to offer you something to eat."
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