Le Petite Morte [Battosai & La Dame]
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				Title: <strong>Le Petite Morte [Battosai &amp; La Dame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Battosai</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 08:04:15</strong>
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				A tale of eloquent dominance and beautiful bloodshed, between a creature of the night and his prey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Petite Morte [Battosai &amp; La Dame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>20-01-2015, 23:19:15</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/600full-afiya-bennett_zpsd0a8a89f.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong> A Times Square Subway Station<br><strong>Misc:</strong> Heading to a local bar from work<br><strong>Time:</strong> 9:00 PM<br><hr><strong>“Shit.”</strong> The word echoed through the now silent subway station. The woman crossed her arms in annoyance; this had been the third time that she had missed her train home from work. The subway was, for the most part, barren. Small puddles of water sat in the darkest corners of the station, scents of human fluids filled the air and that one aspiring homeless singer occupied the New York City subway station. The young woman felt that there must have been something wrong for her to have had the same episode over and over again. <strong>“This is the most annoying bullshit I’ve ever been through. How do I keep doing this?”</strong> she said in annoyed anger. <br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/4d63d537-7ecf-4198-b3f7-3476422f15bc_zps9b0081d4.jpg)</div>It was nine o’clock at night on a Friday night. The unlucky girl found herself unable to keep her thoughts completely in check ever since her new job started. At the tender age of only twenty-four years old, she had found herself quite ahead of time in terms of career and how she lived her life. Lilith sighed within herself, leaning against a cold pillar in the center of the station. It would be fifteen minutes until her next ride home, but she was never found of waiting at the station by herself. The thought of leaving had rambled through her mind for a good five minutes, before she came to the realization that spending the night in a roach motel wouldn't be a step up from waiting. With this thought in mind, Lilith made her way to a brightly lit corner of the station, learning against the wall with her phone out to pass the time.<br><br>Lilith was your average city girl, in terms of attitude and how she carried herself. However, she was a beauty to marvel at, making her more than the average New Yorker. She was short, but not too short to the point of wanting to rest your hands upon her head. Her skin was flawless, mimicking the color the smoothest milk chocolate. Piercing almond shaped grey eyes complimented her complexion well. She had her hair neatly tied up in a bun on top of her head, bringing attention to her cheekbones and small pouty mouth.<br><br>The girl had just started her job as a financial consultant at a high end bank for unnecessarily rich corporation CEOs. She was one of the youngest at the business, making her stress sky rocket as if she were in her fifties. Sadly, it paid the bills and she didn't want to have three dead end jobs to make ends meet. Her life had begun to feel routine; normal and void of fun. She had found a way to pass the time, flipping through her phone, staring at her carefree friends enjoying life. The brown beauty groaned, knowing that lifestyle had long since passed when she graduated college. Lilith was far too young to not going out and dance like she used to, but didn’t want to finish the punishments afterwards. The job had consumed up a majority of day and sometimes night, causing her to crash in bed once she got home. Occasionally she found herself at local bar, taking a few shots before waltzing home in a drunken stupor. The only company she had waiting for her was her small black cat named ‘Nightwish’. <br><br>In a way, she had her own dark little secret, or at least she called it that to feel somewhat special. She collected lots of romance novels –dark isn’t it? She didn’t have much of a romantic life; so much of her free time was spent reading romance novels consisting of fetish and vampires. She wasn’t necessarily proud of her addiction, but she had little else to keep her happy. <br><br>A loud screech was heard in the distance, altering anyone in the way that something large and heavy was coming through. Lilith turned off her phone, putting it back into her coat pocket. Upon standing up, she adjusted her rather form fitting pencil skirt that she was required to wear to work. The train neared its end, pulling to a complete stop, opening its doors to passengers on and off the train itself. She climbed on, hastily walking to the very front of the train for safety, securing a spot next to the operator’s door. The train was occupied by a few passengers, some of which were coming home from work and others just there for a free ride and girls phone numbers. Lilith quickly caught sight of one man that seemed to have his eyes fixed one her for quite a while. She quickly fumbled through her purse, getting out her headphones and plugging them into her phone.&nbsp; <strong>“Oh god, not tonight…”</strong> she said to herself, rolling her eyes as she watched the man slowly walk towards her as if by accident. He sat across from her, giving her a stupid grin, causing Lilith to lean back and close her eyes. <em>‘Definitely need a drink tonight.’</em> She thought to herself in silence, hoping the man would take the hint and leave her be. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Petite Morte [Battosai &amp; La Dame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Battosai</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 01:22:16</strong>
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				(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b317/squeekness/guys/z48wl.jpg)Watching the woman encroach the front of the cab, the man smiled to himself and raised his right hand; clasping the brim of his black fedora and bringing it down to cover more of his face as a sly grin played across his face. Making sure to retain his inconspicuousness, the silent man's crimson gaze had found his target; sin with a grin. Keeping the sunglasses safely tucked over his eyes, he licks his lips; making sure to keep his lips mostly closed as to keep his fangs concealed. 'Just a little bit further, mon'Chere. . '<br><br>Sitting within the crowd, dressed in an all black ensemble which includes the fedora, sunglasses, dress shirt, dress jacket, dress pants, dress shoes, and black socks, as well as a black tie, the man had been riding on the train for nearly as long as he'd had the suit; close to six to twelve months give or take. He'd made plans to incorporate a cane, but so far didn't feel the need to go overboard, it would complete his gentlemanly appearance; hiding the monster within. Everyday, it had been nearly the same, people would come and people would go; a boring and monotonous existence which could easily drive one into the very arms of insanity. <br><br>He hadn't always enjoyed feeding, and never fed on the male half of the human race because he found their blood to be too acidic and with little sweetness. This day, searching for a meal, he knew what he'd enjoy; his chosen prey. A very slight grin playing across his face, the man would wait until she'd gone for a stop; sin with a grin. He did, however, take note of the annoying man who'd seemed persistent in upsetting his intended prey. Something would need to be done to the disrespectful welp so as to teach him a lesson, but at the moment, the fedora wearing vampire hadn't the slightest of clues as to what to do to the vile man.<br><br>"Always with the riff raff on this train.." He spoke, calmly, mainly to himself; daring someone to confront him. "It truly is such a drag, when someone can't go from their point a, to their point b, without being harassed." Then, slightly raising his head, he flashed a slyly deceptive smile at the woman being troubled by the stalker. Twas now, or never, he would decide to teach the dastardly villain a precise lesson. So, he spoke again; this time a bit more loudly and with a more authoritative tone. "Kind sir, do leave the lady alone, lest a whirlwind of calamity befall you. It's not polite to be so distastefully inauspicious with a mongrel's unintelligible expression as that. Cease, and that will be that. Persist, however, and appropriate measures shall be taken. now, please, apologize to the lady and cease bothering her, lest you desire to force my hand."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Petite Morte [Battosai &amp; La Dame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 08:37:52</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc255/Skittle_Kitten_Plur/600full-afiya-bennett_zpsd0a8a89f.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong> Subway - Front Car<br><strong>Misc:</strong> Heading to a local bar from work<br><strong>Time:</strong> 9:15 PM<br><hr><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>L</strong></span>ilith unknowingly turned down her music's volume to hear the commotion made in front of her. She didn't really want to bring attention to herself, but she was also not going to let another man speak up for her. Her demeanor and sweet face often gave unwanted invites to individual's she'd rather not give the time of day. Of course, instead of saying <em>'Get the fuck out of my face'</em> she often smiled and engaged in a long and drawn out conversation that usually ended in the man asking for her number. She never truly understood why some males thought it'd be best to bother a single female while she was listening to music and she found it rather rude. Interrupting her music was the equivalent of someone spitting in your food, in her opinion. There were very few pleasures she had in life and music was her one escape from reality. Lilith rolled her eyes before crossing her leg over the other and placing her arms across eachother in front of her chest. Who was this man and why was he speaking up for her? She felt she was perfectly capable of ignoring the daunting ruggish man.<br><br><em><strong>"Oh? Who the fuck are you?! Running around with that goddamn get up, stay the fuck out of business."</strong></em> the tattered man replied back in a very agitated voice. It was clear the man was drunk, as he stumbled around to keep his balance on the train. Lilith scoffed, seeming uninhibited by the man's very nature. She could never really understand why some people wanted to be drunk in public, but she couldn't really judge him for it either.<br><br>The man however, who seemed dressed rather nice for a subway ride, talked in a very eloquent, but intimidating manner towards the homeless man. Lilith, intrigued smiled, figuring she could probably just pawn of the man and get off at the next stop to avoid any further conflict. But, there was something about him that made her stare, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was exactly. Lilith leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh before figuring out that she didn't want the men to fight just because one of them had an itch on his dick.<br><br><strong>"Listen, I don't know who either of you are, but this is really unnecessary."</strong> she stated speaking stern, but softly. She looked above to check the subway stop display, noticing her stop was nearing an end. Tapping her feet lightly, she turned off her music and put it away in her purse. She definitely needed a drink now, she was so out of her element it was making her uncomfortable. She wasn't always a mean, but she didn't have the time or energy to spend on two men in heat.<br><br><strong>"As for you...fedora wearing...whatever that hell you are."</strong> her voice cracked, something was too off about him. <strong>"As intelligently as you speak, I can speak up for myself."</strong><br><br>The train came to a sudden hault, jerking them forward as it reached its stop. Lilith quickly grabbed her purse before walking towards the sliding doors. 'Let us hope the drinks are strong enough to help me forget this night.' She thought to herself, feeling rather distressful at the previous events. Once the doors opened, she made a swift break through walking towards the subway stairs.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Petite Morte [Battosai &amp; La Dame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Battosai</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 06:59:32</strong>
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				Viktor, upon hearing the man's challenge, found himself growing an increasingly displeased grimace on his face. "Very well. I can't be held responsible for your choices." He spoke with a dismissive shrug, slipping his hand into his right pocket and grasping something. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure out his intentions towards the man, or the man's soon to be fate; a rather unfortunate series of events that would lead to a mysterious encounter with a man in black. Smiling, he'd simply study the man for a bit, deducing his potential actions and intentions towards the woman who'd soon find herself Viktor's primary course. <br><br>Knowing precisely what he was going to do, and what fate would soon befall the drunken man, Viktor had resigned himself from caring one way or another or even having any guilt for delivering the drunk's fate to him; something to man himself had asked for. When the woman spoke to him, though indirectly, he listened and nodded with a smile; not speaking but listening. His mind had already been made up, but he would respect the lady's wishes... for the time being. "My apologies, then, miss."<br><br>Looking to the dark skinned woman, still smiling warmly, the vampire nodded again, bemused by her way of addressing him. "Very well." He spoke rather dismissively, not desiring a confrontation with her; the one he'd soon have for his meal. He would wait, though, for the next course of events to unfold until he'd strike and cause the drunk's lesson to occur. It didn't occur to him, that she likely had no idea what he was, but he didn't truly care to speak of his origins; especially to someone he'd feed off of. Just the idea that she may have some sort of idea as to what he truly was, however, was just slightly amusing.<br><br>Watching the woman disembark, and the drunk follow, Viktor made sure to disembark as well; swiftly walking behind the drunk and grabbing him firmly by the hair; pulling him into one of the bathrooms. Once in the bathroom, the drunk would feel the incredulous pain of a knife as it relieved him of his blood and he'd drop to the floor; with a slit throat and a Glascow smile carved into his face; no trace of the mysterious assailant who'd laid siege to him. Once that isolated incident had been dealt with, however, Viktor made his way from the men's room of the subway station and then made a b-line towards the subway stairs; in hot pursuit of his prey, though he'd take the genltemanly approach for the moment; so as not to startle her too much. "Ahh. Mon'chere, I've found you. I'd like to buy you a drink, and perhaps get to know your name, and you. Two choices you have, but the preferred choice will make things less difficult."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Le Petite Morte [Battosai &amp; La Dame]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>la dame en noir</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 10:10:05</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>S</strong></span>tartled, the young woman turned around quickly to meet eyes with the man she had tried to avoid on the subway. Was he seriously? He just follow her all this way to also try and pick her up? She was confused, annoyed, and too tired to want to deal with such people, but had no way of really avoiding it. She sighed, leaning her head cutely to the side to observe the man before her. Well, at least he wasn't bad looking, but what the hell did he want with her? <strong>"Listen, thanks for trying to help back there, but I'm a grown woman and I could've very well handled myself."</strong> She was sure she sounded uninterested or at the very least, a bitch. But it wasn't a normal thing for her to be, as she always seemed to be nice to a stranger even though she was taught as a child not to. <br><br>A heavy sigh escaped her lips, she felt bad, maybe he didn't really mean any harm to her. <strong>"You know what? I'm sorry, my name is Lilith...I had a long day and all I want to do is relax."</strong> she explained rather sweetly before smiling at him to try and make him feel better if she had managed to bother him. She didn't necessarily want to have him follow her to her favorite bar, but she didn't want to spend the last of her money on drinks either. Lilith did find the handsome man rather amusing. The way he dressed reminded her of the erotic novels she would read while at home since she had no love life of her own.<br><br>She found herself trying to remember the last time she even let a man touch her other than a handshake. It had definitely been a while, most of which she now spent reading the books and making up her own erotic fantsies in her dreams. Lilith gave the man an inviting smile, not trying to give the wrong impression however. She did not intend on having a one night stand or bring him back home. Maybe a little interaction would do well for her less than social life. <strong>"I'm going to this bar right up the street; dark, traquil, and laid back. You can come with if you'd like."</strong> though she didn't think he wouldn't have even if she said no.<br><br>The attractive brown skinned woman began to walk delicately, but at a reasonable speed towards the bar. She could feel him behind her, which gave her quite an uncomfortable feeling, then again she wasn't very found of people walking behind her. Shaking the feeling from her mind, she remained concentrated on the course ahead. The subtle ambient music could be heard through the brick walls, making it known that it was quite an unusual bar. Making her way inside, she gave the bouncer her I.D. before making her way directly towards the bar stools. <strong>"Just a rum and coke please."</strong> she asked the bartender in a haste.</div>
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