Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]
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				Title: <strong>Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-05-2009, 06:02:41</strong>
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				<em>"68,000 in college loans. Great, just peachy," Riley muttered beneath her breath as she looked at the payments once more. She managed to rack herself in debt because of her love to be an English Professor. While the thought of buying a new dress, getting a nice manicure or even seeing the new Jason Statham movie sounded all good to her, she had to push those to the side and think about the most important things at hand. For one, she needed to pay her car insurance, her rent, Phantom's dog shots, gas, electric, loans, food and anything else needed to survive. Her parents had offered to help her but she knew they needed the money more than her. Riley adored her parents and pushed herself in high school and college to snatch a few scholarships here and there but it had not be enough and she took out student loans. Was there any regret in that choice? Nope. Glancing up at the wall in front of her where her bachelor's degree in English and her almost there credentials on the wall gave her hope to take a tenure position at her Alma mater Caldwell University. </em><br><br>Yes, this was what she worried about not five hours ago in her one bedroom apartment in Caldwell, Massachusetts. She worried over the fact that her dog, Phantom, needed another bag of dog food since he had a way with eating not only his weight but it seemed her own weight in food in a matter of days. When she bought Phantom, she had to choose whether to spend twenty dollars of her bartending tips on a puggle or not find herself having to eat cereal, peanut butter sandwiches and milk for the next two weeks until her next check or tips came in to keep her going. When she had seen her now Phantom in the box with black and white patches, especially a white patch which covered the right side of his face she had fallen for him and ate water and sandwiches to be able to use the money for cereal to buy him puppy food. She nursed the little guy and had a bed made for him out of old baby clothes and when he cried, kept him in her bed next to her. He was trained and knew when to not to make a lot of noise at night. <br><br>Now it seemed as if she had to worry about her life than over bills and dog food. Yes, that was correct because as she thought of all these things and even watched her life flash before her very eyes there were men who were trying to murder her. No, not ordinary muggers or criminals looking to find a helpless female but these were lessers. Lessers who gave their hearts, (literally, ripped it out of their chests and handed it to the Omega) and lives over to the Omega and were now on a mission to wipe out her race in Caldwell and everywhere else. Her race being of course vampires. Vampires? Yes, vampire's, she did not want to repeat it to her imaginary audience as she struggled to keep the lead pipe in her hands as she swung it like a batter towards the Lessers. Riley Blackwood was a vampire, born from a mother and father who were both vampires and were struggling to keep a roof over their heads while she fought to keep the loan sharks at bay with her student fees. <br><br>All of it, yes, all of what she worried and fretted were gone the second she walked out of ZeroSum, the local hangout for vampires and humans alike and tried to make a phone call to her parents to see how the pair were doing. Instead, when she stepped out into the alleyway through one of the employees' exit there was a group of lessers just waiting for any stupid vampire to come there way. Well, there she was and as she held a pipe she managed to pick up from the dumpster she only hoped she died with dignity and honor. Her parents would be proud but until she died, these bastards were not going to take her and use her for their disgusting experiments. No one had the right to force anyone against their will and after having heard of horror stories of Lessers taking women to use as baby making machines and then murdering them was wrong. She was not about to be made into their baby making machine and if she died tonight in order to get away from them, so be it. <br><br>"Get away!," she screamed as she continued to keep them off but it was only five minutes into the fight and all of them were inching away from one another to form a half circle. She had a clue these lessers were waiting for her to let down her guard or swing at the wrong moment before converging on her and taking her down. For that, she screamed louder as she hissed at them, though if she had calmed herself she might have had a chance to dematerialize away from her attackers. However, closing one eyes and calming in a timely manner before any of the lessers jumped and took her down was a risky and stupid move to make. Better to swing and crack a skull before running away. If only she had taken the call in the bathroom instead of the alleyway, she might not be here this moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 23:14:08</strong>
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				Rhage sighed as he leaned against a brick wall in the middle of a dark alley, trying to see what stars were not hidden by the skyline.&nbsp; In this part of the city, the seedier part, stars were more noticeable because the lights were less prevalent here, yet some were still unseen, creating an incomplete picture.&nbsp; "We've not even seen a hint that any lessers are out tonight, V.&nbsp; As much as I enjoy running in and out of shadows with you, staying out of sight, I would like stopping by ZeroSum to see how a few friends are faring," he said, looking to his partner for the night, Vishous.<br><br>Vishous, like Rhage, was a vampire, and had short black hair, a goatee, diamond colored pupils and an interweaving tattoo on his left temple.&nbsp; This was quite different from the Hollywood look of Rhage, who had shoulder length, blonde hair, a clean face, a muscular, sleek jawline, and blue-green eyes which often shifted from one extreme to the other in a moment's notice.&nbsp; Both males were tall, exceptionally tall for the normal human, but Rhage was a few inches taller than Vishous's six foot six.&nbsp; Their attire was incredibly similar as well, sporting tight leather pants, and a form fitting black shirt covered by a long leather coat, which revealed each and every one of their muscles, which depicted another important difference.&nbsp; Where Rhage was content spending most of his days in the gym, perfecting his fighting style, Vishous spent half of his time fostering his strategically inclined intellect.<br><br>"Has Mary not done an acceptable enough job quelling The Beast that you must find another, or have you just grown tired mating with one female, again, whore of Babylon," jested Vishous.<br><br>Rhage snarled at the comment.&nbsp; Though obviously a joke, it struck a sensitive nerve.&nbsp; The Beast the smaller vampire referred to was a curse placed upon Rhage a couple hundred years ago by the The Scribe Virgin to control his recklessness and insatiable lust.&nbsp; Of all ironies, if a good amount of time passed where Rhage did not fight or make love to a woman, he transformed, rather painfully, into an uncontrollable, deadly dragon.&nbsp; To keep The Beast at bay, Rhage would make love to random women, his sexual exploits, the stuff of legend.&nbsp; However, recently he found one woman he loved, Mary.&nbsp; He loved her and remained faithful to her, yet those of the Brotherhood continued to call him a manwhore.<br><br>Vishous elbowed Rhage in the side, trying to calm the larger vampire down.&nbsp; "I was kidding.&nbsp; Ease yourself.&nbsp; A shot or two would help me ease my nerves.&nbsp; We will go, now."&nbsp; With that, they were gone, sneaking through the dark alleyways of Caldwell, avoiding the sight of the general public.&nbsp; They were part of the Black Dagger Brotherhood, a secret organization of vampires sworn to keep vampire and humankind safe from The Omega.&nbsp; They aspired to keep themselves a secret, as if their existence was a myth.&nbsp; The Brotherhood believed this to be the best way to protect those in danger.<br><br>Soon enough, they were on the block ZeroSum had established itself.&nbsp; Walking down an alleyway, Rhage stopped his partner.&nbsp; "V, do you hear that?&nbsp; It sounds as if a female is under attack by savage beasts, maybe dogs.&nbsp; Let's check it out."&nbsp; Vishous followed, nodding.&nbsp; After sprinting down the dark paths for a half minute, they found themselves about fifty yards away from something they never expected to see, a female under attack from the lessers.<br><br>Having no time to ponder why this was occurring, they engaged the pale, white skinned abominations.&nbsp; Rhage unsheathed his twin glocks, squeezing off shots at their knees and backs while rushing them.&nbsp; Blowing their brains out with a bullet did not matter, as the only way to kill these disgusting creatures was a special knife each vampire from the Brotherhood had on his body at all times.&nbsp; Breaking legs and severing spines was an effective way to incapacitate them, making them easier to dispatch with the blade.<br><br>Close enough for melee, Rhage holstered his guns and unsheathed his knife holding it in his left hand, blade side by his smallest, fifth finger.&nbsp; His unarmed, right fist was a lethal enough weapon, cracking ribs, shoulders and jaws of all enemies with jabs, hooks and uppercuts, which followed with slices and stabs of the wielded knife.&nbsp; Because Rhage and Vishous had taken the lessers by surprise, the advantage was with the vampires, and they quickly dispatched of the abominations with stabs to the chest, turning the white creatures to dust.<br><br>Looking down to the female, who was shorter than he, while brushing dust off his coat, Rhage put his hand on her shoulder to calm her.&nbsp; "Are you okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 01:37:30</strong>
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				These lessers must have had an energizer bunny stuck up their ass or something to keep them going at this pace. All of them continued to jab and provoke a response out of her which would get her guard down. A few of them taunted she was a mongrel to be born from a vampire and only the Omega could save her from her wretched being. Oh these idiots had to do a lot better than calling her a dog's name to get her to put down her guard. She held onto her pipe and swung right and then left when one of the lessers threw a dirty bottle at her head. Being able to swing the bottle away with the pipe it smashed against the side of the wall but there was a bit of alcohol in it to spray the side of her jeans. The alcohol did not bother her as much as the fact all of the lessers were now picking up bottles to chuck her way. Big bottles that were never thrown into the dumpster next to her but instead left in torn bags for any wino to pick up and either try to drink or sell at the recycling center for cash. <br><br><em>Oh, fuck me</em>, she thought as she started to swing the pipe this way and that way to avoid any of the bottles from smacking her in the face or breaking against the uncovered parts of her skin. Riley wore a short leather skirt topped with red, silk garters and matching belt along with a black tank top with the words 'Suck Me' on them. Hey, it brought in tips to add a bit of flair to it and the clip in highlights made her more open to getting tips and asked to be wait on. Her wedges helped to give her a bit of height and see above the gyrating dancing crowds as she took orders at the bar. Now it looked as if her wedges were going to do her more harm than good because wedges such as these were made for walking in a hip shaking manner and not in a running manner. Even if she made it out of the alleyway, these bastards would continue to come after her. Keep coming and coming like some damn zombie movie and she did not have a shot gun to get rid of these things.<br><br>"Ahh," she screamed as one of the bottles thrown her way did not take with her pipe and instead hit and smashed against the side of her left arm. The impact knocked a bit of the wind from her lungs as she faltered back but continued to keep her hold on the pipe. Her life was not going to end up in their hands. None of these lessers were going to take her in and be raped and experimented on like a guinea pig. No one had the right to own her body but herself. She had the rights to do whatever she wanted and not some horrible being who was the enemy of the vampire community. Riley only hoped she died with honor as she fought harder to keep these murderers at bay. These same men murdered innocent civilian vampires and left families shattered and broken to find out whether their son or daughter died in pain or crying out for help. Dear Scribe of the Virgin, she wanted to show these lessers not to mess with one of her children.<br><br>Tonight, it was not going to happen to her. No pain or crying out in mercy for these bastards. No crying and no begging these lessers to take pity on her. If these baby-powder scented morons thought she was going to get on her knees and beg, they had another thing coming their way. As three finally had enough and broke away to come after her, gunfire erupted. <em>Fuck, not more lessers</em>, Riley thought as she tried to find cover behind a dumpster to get out of the way of the gunfire and find a suitable means to dematerialize. Even now her teeth were chattering and her adrenaline was shooting through the roof. All of this was against her in her tries to calm herself down and dematerialize away from trouble and back inside into the employees' lounge. No, Riley had to keep it together locked up tight and show these fuckers not to come around Caldwell anymore. She was going to show them.<br><br>As the shots continued to fire but none were pointed her way, Riley thought it stupid enough to peek out from behind the dumpster with the pipe still in her hands and check to see what was going on. Big. Fucking. Mistake. Instead of lessers to worry about, she had to keep herself on guard with two burly looking motherfuckers. Pardon her language but being a witness to these two stack of brickhouses going through the lessers as if cracking a skull or shooting a few rounds into their chests were no big deal. Who were these men? Why were they fighting lessers unless dispatched by the glymera to patrol the streets? Why would the glymera not inform the community about these elite mercenaries? Various questions went into her head as she watched these two men rip apart and show those lessers who was boss. The one with the tattoos on his face made her think twice about calling him puny but it was the one who looked like a celebrity which made her pause.<br><br>He looked too good to be messing up his pretty face to the lessers. Riley watched as he unsheathed some sort of knife and eyed as he moved through the air. Oh, that was going to hurt. She had to keep her eyes on what was going on all the while praying her adrenaline would stop with the rushing. If it continued, the men might think she was trying to hurt them and go after her or even worse. What was worse than being butchered? Well, they might take her for bounty and rape her. Who knew what kind of people were hired by the glymera? Maybe to save a few bucks, the high class asked bounty hunters or ex-convicts to fight knowing if someone one of them died, it could not be traced back to them. Typical of them to wipe their hands clean of the loaded gun. As she noticed the blonde male turn and turn to look at her, her eyes widened. What she had to do was run away and get as far as she could from him. Shoving herself from his hand on her shoulder, she threw the pipe at him and ran for her life, hoping to Scribe the other male did not catch up to her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 23:34:56</strong>
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				Rhage grunted as the thick metal pipe glanced off his left shoulder.&nbsp; The woman was obviously more interested in distracting him to make a getaway rather than knocking him out cold, if she could.&nbsp; As the piece of metal clanged on the hard ground, bringing loud echoes throughout the block.&nbsp; Watching the girl as she gave her best effort in escaping and then quickly looked to Vishous, "As much as I would love to let her go, knowing she would want to forget this, we need to catch and interrogate this one.&nbsp; I'd be interested to know why those lessers were attacking a female."&nbsp; Receiving an affirming nod from the slightly smaller vampire, Rhage bolted down the alley, his speed surprising for anything that large.<br><br>His massive thigh muscles pressed into the asphalt, while his long legs allowed the male vampire to travel long distances with each stride, closing in on the fleeing female as if she was standing still.&nbsp; Rhage was not surprised she was running away.&nbsp; In fact, he expected her to, as no one of the general public knew of them.&nbsp; Those on patrol had heard it all.&nbsp; Often they were confused as bodyguards of the elite, mercenaries for the glymera, even random thugs, but again, the Brotherhood preferred it this way.&nbsp; Normally, they would let this person run, knowing they would do their best to forget the encounter, but this was a special case.<br><br>By the time Rhage was at the end of the alley, he was upon the scampering female, quickly grasping her around the abdomen with his right hand and muffling her scream with his left, then quickly throwing her above his massive, rippling shoulder with ease.&nbsp; "It would be best if you remained quiet," Rhage stated, turning towards where they had come from.&nbsp; The quiet, dark alley would make for a near perfect interrogation room, for now.&nbsp; "We're not here to hurt you.&nbsp; My friend and I just want to ask you a few questions and you can be on your way, I promise," Rhage finished, sincerely.<br><br>If that fight was not as satisfying as it was, Rhage could have sworn the Beast would be raging within him, threatening to rip him apart to release itself upon the world, thanks to this woman.&nbsp; In the few moments he had seen of her, he definitely approved of her beauty, her curves luscious, her legs the length he desired.&nbsp; Maybe after their talk, he could persuade the beauty to allow him to escort her home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 00:23:09</strong>
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				There was no time to wonder if the male was chasing after her. All she had to think about was not skidding on her wedges and barrel rolling into the cement wall. She did not have the leaping mechanism most women in ZeroSum had when it came to wedges and very high heels. Riley had seen many women fall down but sprint right back up as if it was no big deal to have a broken ankle. Maybe a few made their living in falling down and getting back up again and at this moment she wanted to be a professional in running in the wedges. Her body did not seem to enjoy absorbing the shock of running with no purpose. The only purpose she had was to get away for a few blocks before calming down and dematerializing herself away to her apartment. At least in her apartment there was no threat of someone being able to find her. Oh, how wrong she was to think she could out run a mercenary like the blonde male.<br><br>Where she thought she could get away on wedges and her own body versus a man who looked as if he could break a civilian with his pinkie, Riley would later smack herself in the head. "No..," she started to scream as she felt the male's hand and arm wrap itself around her abdomen like a vine and pull her back. The scream soon was capped as the other hand covered her mouth. It did not mean she was going to lay still for this brute, whoever he was because she started to move her mouth and teeth against the skin. All she needed was a mercenary whose skin was sensitive and who could not taking biting of their hands to get away. Even now, she was biting down on her teeth as she was slung over and then she started to flail her legs around.<br><br>He wanted her to remain quiet? Oh, he had to be freaking kidding her. While she continued to struggle and he continued to walk right back to his friend, she had to play the dumb card. That seemed about the only way to get them to let her go. However, what if these two did not let her go? What if the pair made her into a blood slave? Oh good, Virgin of the Fade it would be a fate worst than death. To know her body was being used for their own disgusting pleasures pissed her off. She batted her fists against his back, shaking her head. "Let me go, I did not see anything and I was trying to throw away the trash when you two came around," she cried out as she continued to kick and punch her fists against his back and chest.<br><br>Somehow she had a very bad feeling about this now. She may have escaped from the lessers but these two mercenaries were not about to run away if she pouted. Nope, time to relax and dematerialize herself away. All she had to do was calm herself but knowing her ass was right next to the face of the blonde one unnerved her more than she should have let it. Hell, he could be ogling her ass at this moment and she would not know because her own face was staring down at his ass. An ass which she could bounce quarters off of and...wait. Why was her mind heading in that direction? Good god, she needed to smack herself over the head to try and dislodge the imagery of this man's ass in her head. These two might be getting ready to rape her and she was too busy thinking about the blonde male ass's for Scribe's sake. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>20-06-2009, 02:17:17</strong>
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				Rhage smiled as he walked her back to where he would interrogate her.&nbsp; Her perfect ass bounced a little with his every step, only increasing his enjoyment in this manner.&nbsp; Of course, he did not like how afraid this girl was, though it was expected for all the obvious reasons.&nbsp; Resting her on the ground against a wall, he felt her firm, yet ample bosom rub against his shoulder.&nbsp; Truly she had a beautiful form, yet how was he going to keep her calm?<br><br>Crouching down in front of her, Rhage quickly took her hands and firmly held them, massaging the muscles, trying to calm her while he concentrated on the mhis.&nbsp; In no time, the fog surrounded Rhage, Vishous, and this girl, limiting their sight and sound to any passers-by.&nbsp; Motioning the smaller, more gruff vampire to check the perimeter, Rhage forcefully took her jaw in his hand, fixing her eyes to his, trying to not only get her attention, but also to attempt to assess her emotions.<br><br><em>Fear is the prominent emotion in this one, maybe with a hint of attraction?&nbsp; If I'm going to get anything out of her, she needs to know bringing harm to her pretty little head is the least of my desires.</em>&nbsp; Relaxing his grip on her jaw, he stroked her jawline, speaking in a firm, yet soft manner, "Look, whatever your name is, I know you are scared, but if me or my friend were going to rape or murder you, we would have done it already.&nbsp; Who and what we are is of no consequence," he mentioned, still fixed on her deep, emotional eyes.&nbsp; "If I release you, are you going to run and scream, or cooperate?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>26-06-2009, 23:42:31</strong>
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				She was not about to look into his eyes and let him try anything. He already had done enough with forcing her eyes to go from her feet up into his face. Right now, she was burning a hole with her gaze into his forehead. He had a nice forehead, no worried lines or anything to indicate he had work done unlike a few of the human females who frequented ZeroSum. Then again, this male was a vampire and never had to worry about lines until the very end when he neared his old age and death. She only hoped her parents died peacefully and never had to worry much about funeral bills but she had to worry about her own bills. <br><br>"How nice of you to inform me you will not rape or murder me and yet you do not let me go. I will not tell anyone of what happened today," she promised as she let her eyes flicker towards the shorter male who was watching the two of them with bored interest. The man was bored? Good Scribe Virgin what did he do to keep him from falling asleep? Well, of course other than the maiming and killing of lessers but still he could aid by calming her fears and not elevating them with his narrowed glances. Even the tattoos on his face did nothing but make her very aware he was accustomed to pain and to wear those forbidden tattoos marked this man as a hardworker in killing. <br><br>She would let him think she would cooperate but once he released her and she had chance to close her eyes, poof she would be gone. Riley only wished Xhex or Rehv noticed her absence from the bar and came after her for an explanation. At least if Xhex came about then these men would have to release her lest they want to deal with a formidable adversary. "I will cooperate, now release me," she whispered as she waited for the blonde male to let go of her. Just give her a few seconds and dematerialize she would go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sir Haley</strong> on <strong>01-07-2009, 03:07:32</strong>
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				Rhage sighed as the woman was giving him absolute fits.&nbsp; By this time when interrogating difficult men, Rhage, Vishous, or one of the other Brothers had their prey hemorrhaging information, yet with women, the game was entirely different, or at least it was for the one afflicted by the Beast.&nbsp; Holding a great deal of honor within himself and having a supernatural desire for the female gender, Rhage would never raise a malicious hand against them.&nbsp; His thumb pressing her top lip up, he figured why she demanded release.&nbsp; She was a vampire, and releasing her would only allow her to dematerialize away.<br><br>Catching some of her worried stares, Rhage realized just what was causing her so much panic.&nbsp; Keeping his hand on her jaw, he turned to his partner for the night.&nbsp; "Hey, V, do you mind taking a walk down the alley for a few minutes?"&nbsp; As Vishous nodded, Rhage turned back to the female vampire, hoping her lips might loosen up.&nbsp; Taking her right hand in his other, Rhage tried stroking the back of her hand with his thumb to help calm her.&nbsp; "Look, whatever your name is, I realize you've been through quite the traumatic experience, and the fact I'm holding you down isn't helping, but you really do need to relax and trust me for the next few minutes and answer my questions," he explained, his voice softening while his blue eyes tried to connect with hers.<br><br>Spending a few moments trying to read the woman, Rhage came up with next to nothing.&nbsp; <em>She dressed and made herself up in a way to attract the opposite sex and the tank top, skirt and heels she wore helped her to succeed in this endeavor, if what I'm feeling is any indication.&nbsp; This means she either works at ZeroSum, dressing pretty for tips, or clientele, dressing up for the same reason anyone does when they visit the club.&nbsp; But why?&nbsp; Why were those lessers attacking this gorgeous specimen?</em>&nbsp; Registering he was not going to get any answers following his circular logic, Rhage looked to the woman once more.&nbsp; "The name is Rhage.&nbsp; Those creatures...those lessers do not attack females for random reasons.&nbsp; What were they after?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dark Desire, Dark Passion, Dark Agony [S. Haley/Mar]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>03-07-2009, 01:42:35</strong>
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				Riley was no ordinary suspect of these men. She was not a criminal nor was she a man who was going to use his huge muscles to fight back. Happiness at least came to find out she could pick up a box of bottled waters and not groan in pain but she was nowhere near muscular or beefy. Instead, she had her wedges to stomp down on this stranger's foot or use her knee to thrust into his crotch and watch him go down for the count. In fact, she should have done something like that before dematerializing away to safety. All of these ideas were great ones to have in order to escape and yet she was standing against this brickwall with a man who looked as if he could be another brickwall standing in front of her. "Please, do not rape me," she whispered and glanced towards the other male who continued to watch the two. He creeped her the fuck out with his stare and tattoos. The glymera sent the right people to take care of the lesser problem. <br><br>Plus this same man pressed her top lip up as if he was trying to get a better look at how great her teeth looked. "Yes, I am a vampire," she whispered, continuing to keep her composure even under these circumstances. At this moment, she should be in a bar serving drinks. There should be a line of people asking her about their next drink. Right now, Riley had to be chatting up with the other employees as she slid jack and cokes down the bar top or even stopping an underage partygoer from getting a drink in their system. Nope, she was stuck here with a male who had his paws all over her and her heart rate jumped a bit more to feel him stroking her hand. Why in good Scribe was he stroking her hand as if he wanted to make sure she was safe and sound? Was he trying to pick her up? First off, she was not on the market to date mercanaries and two she was in no mood to be worrying over where he goes off at night and if he will return back. Wait. Why even make reasons for this man? Damn.&nbsp; <br><br>"I did not see a thing and I am supposed to be fixing drinks for ZeroSum. I am sure someone is going to come looking for me....Rhage," she found it hard to say this man's name without taking another look at his face. However, if she glanced up, there was the risk of catching his eyes and him thinking she was interested in him. This man touched her as if she was his possession. Riley was no one's property. She belonged to herself and no one but beneath the surface of her skin, she felt a humming sensation start up. Almost as if she was slightly aroused by this male who not a few moments ago caused a sea of blood to spill in this alleyway. Even now she could smell the corpses and the disgusting smell of the black blood. It was about to make her sick especially if planned to take her hear but his questions were not one rapists would say. He should be asking her not to scream or to make a sound, maybe even remove her clothes but he wanted to know why the lessers were coming after her. "Why do you think I was being attacked by lessers who are rumored to take women to be impregnated to save their ranks?" There was his answer in a question and with a slight bite to her voice. 
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