Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears & sesshomaruartist)
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				Title: <strong>Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 01:37:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/girlwithguns.jpg)</div>Amanda Winters was in her best hooch get up. Very low scooped neck line that dipped between her breasts making it very impossible to wear a bra. The bottom of the "dress" stretched tightly over her hips and bottom. Her knee high heeled boots clipped on the tile of the bar's floor as she walked to a bar stool, her full hips swaying. <br><br>She perched up onto the stool, flinging her golden brown hair over a shoulder exposing her long slender neck, which received a look from the the neighboring stool. She glanced over, looking at the man through thick eyelashes. Her lips curved up in a grin before she turned and faced the bartender, ordering a gin and tonic. <br><br>"I see you don't have marks, little bird," the man beside her said as his stool screeched from being moved closer. <br><br>Sipping her drink, she gave him a sideways glance. "You are quick to assume they are somewhere easy to be seen," she purred in a sultry voice, leaning a little closer to him. <br><br>He would be able to see the heat in her eyes, assuming it was for him but really, she was feeling the adrenaline pumping for the upcoming kill. This vamp she had been hunting for awhile. He was responsible for a string murders, missing college students that never came home from their late night study sessions. They would be found days later, drained of blood, two inch long slices over their jugular. Seemed this one knew what he was doing and after draining them, he cut where he had bitten, hiding the fang marks. But she wasn't stupid. And now she had him. <br><br>He smiled, revealing straight white teeth. He nodded towards the back, where small stalls were located to allow patrons their... privacy. "Shall we?" She nodded, slipping off her stool. "After you, little bird," he replied, pushing her along with his hand to the small of her back. <br><br>She inwardly cringed at his touch, but hid it well, looking over her shoulder at him with heated eyes. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 04:09:09</strong>
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				Koolstrom had been eying up the man whom seemed to be preparing for his next victim. His dark cloak was rippling along with the wind. His shirt and cargo pants matched them in colour. However his clothing had a habit of drawing unwanted attention. His dark hazel eyes hovered over the girl, his target was talking with.<br><br>She looked rather attractive and for a moment he eyed her up from her legs up to her face.&nbsp; So were all the girls he had encountered in his line of work, they were either deadly or victims. After a while he just found them to be nothing more than an eyesore. <br><br>His blade had normally been slung over his back, but tonight was special and he had it hidden inside his cloak. He could not risk giving his presence away too soon, the girl was an expandable person as far as he was concerned, all that mattered was collecting the bounty. A grin rose to his lips, his fangs sliding out as the excitement rose up through his body. The hunt was always fun, but the actual kill tasted that much sweeter.<br><br>He was quiet and patiently waited for the two to step out of the bar, before placing two gold coins on the counter and heading out, following behind them. It was too bad, since Koolstrom while he found this vampire to be careless, he had style and he could not find within him to hate him. Unfortunately the vampire had picked on the wrong person’s daughter and the bounty on the vampire’s head was too enticing.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 04:46:27</strong>
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				At the door to the stalls, she shook her head at her companion. "I think I want a little more privacy than this," she said looking to the back exit, just down the hall. His smile widened, and she grabbed his hand, leading him down the hall and out the door. <br><br>She gasped once they were outside as he spun her, slammig her against the wall, non to gently. "Hope you don't mind it rough," he said as his hand gripped the hair at the back of her head and yanked back, causing her chin up to expose her throat. He ran his nose over her, inhaling deep. "So pretty," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin, "but you smell so strange..." He took the pause to drag his tongue over her jugular and she felt the scrap of fangs. <br><br>She moaned throatily, making him believe she was into it as her hand slid down her body. She pulled the dress up over her thigh, exposing the slightest of blades that clung to the inside. Her hand ran over the growing erection in his pants as she slid it free from it's sheath, allowing him to believe she was getting fresh. <br><br>"Found something you like, little bird?" he asked as the pressure of his fangs grew. <br><br>"Mmhmm, I sure did," she said pulling her hand up and placing a closed fist against his chest. with a squeeze of her hand, the blade expanded, sinking into his chest and straight into his heart. His head snapped up and he looked at her, surprise on his face before she pushed forward, her leg coming up and kicking him in the abdomen to send him flying before he exploded into a bloody mess. He hit the wall across the alley, and this time, only a slight spray speckled her.<br><br>"Yeah, found exactly what I was looking for," she said with satisfaction, pulling a hankerchief from her small bag and used it to wipe off her blade. Squeezing it again, it went back to it's compact size and she slipped it back in it's sheath on her inner thigh. She shimmied her dress back down and pulled out her compact, making sure to get all the blood from her almost too pale skin. Snapping it shut, she put it back in her purse and walked out of the ally, a little more pep in her step now. 
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 05:26:44</strong>
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				Koolstrom could not help grin as he kept himself to the shadow when the girl gasped, as the vampire had him under his grip, smelling her. Personally he was not one whom savoured his meal, just went right to work on sucking the blood and either killing or letting the human go unnoticed. There was something strange, about how willing this girl was, even the most loyal fang bangers weren’t as obedient as she seemed to be.<br><br>However when the girl moaned, he shook his head. Maybe he was overthinking things, when suddenly his eyes widened as he saw a glint of a blade, before he could make another move, the blade had entered the vampire’s body. Before the vampire was hurled over towards him, the blood spurting over his clothes. <br><br>Koolstrom was gritting his teeth as he slowly came out of the shadows, watching her walk off towards the exit of the alley. “Wait a second.” He snarled out, trying his best to soak out the blood with no real luck. “Why the fuck, would you steal my prey from me? Do you even know how much that fucker’s head was worth?” He asked, taking a few steps closer, all the while his hand was gripping the handle of his blade.<br><br>“Obviously you do not so pay up the 500 gold for the bounty so I can go back.” He said, holding out his hand. “Well, ofcourse that includes the interest for replacing these clothes you soaked.” He added, tilting his head slightly wondering what the girl would do. If she did pay this would be the easiest hunt he had yet.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 07:54:02</strong>
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				Amanda turned slowly, a hand sliding into her purse. She hadn't realized there was someone watching but as she turned around and felt the flux of power, she realized he was a vampire. She grabbed the liquid silver mace canister, along with her extendable baton as she turned, facing him.<br><br>"Gold? You must be old, vampire. No one uses gold anymore." Nor did she care that she had taken his kill. What mattered now was that there was another vamp, free for the picking. Usually, she only shucked one a night, but as this one was mouthy, she could go ahead and take him down too. She just needed the right moment to get to her blade. <br><br>She tossed her bag aside, flicking her wrist to extend the metal baton. The silver mace was concealed in her hand at the moment as she stalked towards him slowly, almost like a cat with a moth. "You think I owe you? Well, come collect, asshole."
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 10:06:26</strong>
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				Koolstrom noticed her holding on to some kind of weapon. “Well, we could convert gold into dollars, isn’t that the currency you humans use?” He suggested with a shrug, not so much as taking a step forward or back. “So, will you be paying now or perhaps you will pay later?” He asked, he knew exactly how slayers worked and enjoyed mocking this one. He decided for the sake of all vampires he would ensure that at least one slayer would not be hunting or living any longer.<br><br>He cracked his knuckles as he slowly eased his blade out of the hidden&nbsp; sheath, it was a long blade about 5 and a half inches. Glinting along with the moon, Hanzou had personally made it for his emperor but it had been lost with the numerous wars. “So, I wonder where I should put your head, perhaps it will look good in my living room.” He said with a soft chuckle, while he talked his legs parted as he took an offensive stance.<br><br>“Or perhaps I could just turn you and let you decide your fate, perhaps you can go back to your family and see what they think.” He sputtered, unable to hold back another chuckle. “We can avoid all this if you just pay what I want.” He muttered his expression changing immediately, his smile fading as he prepared to make a dash at her.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 06:32:15</strong>
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				She scowled at his words of being changed. She spat in his direction. "I would rather die than become evil filth like you. And as for payment,' she laughed, "I owe no vampire anything, except death." She kept her eyes on the sword he pulled from it's hidden sheath. She was no stranger to sword play, so this would be nothing. She was sure he would most likely doubt her strength as well. They always did. Little woman and all. <br><br>Since he did nothing but wait for her attack, she took her time, circling him like the predator she was. She smiled at him, plump red lips curving up wickedly. "You fucked with the wrong girl, bloodsucker." Without another word, she was on him, her baton slicing through the air.
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 10:44:05</strong>
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				“That’s what they always say.” He said with a soft chuckle. “However in their last few breaths, they always seem to change their minds, will you do the same?” He asked her, watching her carefully, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of a baton swinging in his direction. <br><br>He was quick to react, turning his sword to a side, pushing it out towards the baton. He was rather surprised at how fast she moved and had he been a human would have probably been caught by surprise. Not bad for a human, he thought, his left hand released the handle of the blade, shooting out directly at her. Balled into a fist, he directed it at her stomach, hoping to knock the wind out of her in one shot.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 02:25:20</strong>
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				The hilt of his blade slammed into her stomach, catching her off guard. But only for a second. She used the momentum that bent her body to drop down, a booted foot sliding out and slashing at his legs. It spun her around, the strength she had to use to put the blood sucker on his ass and managed to scrape up to her feet. He was fast and she wanted to get out of his reach as soon as possible. She stood a ways away as she looked down at him, a nicely shaped eyebrow up as she smirked. <br><br>"Still wanna play, big boy?"
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 11:27:13</strong>
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				He felt the grin he had on his lips widen for what seemed to be two seconds when the blade’s handle connected into her stomach but her speed took him by surprise, falling down on to his backside. A slow growl rising out of his throat as his fangs protruded out. Rising slowly back up to his feet, he reached into his coat and took out a dagger, throwing it in her direction. Followed by the dagger, he threw another, one at her head the other at her stomach. Than he used his speed, dashing out to the side, till he was behind her and charged forward, hoping to catch her with her guard down, swinging his blade, aiming for her legs.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 02:47:05</strong>
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				The blades whired to close to her for&nbsp; comfort. She managed to dip and dodge them but when she had her mind on them, he moved, quick as vampires did and was in front of her one second, and behind her the next. The slice of his sword through the air had her heart racing, and she pushed herself to flip forward like a gymnist, her lithe body flowing as she moved as far from him as possible. She had never fought a vampire who was able to best her and at the moment, she was at a loss of how to handle him. He was fast, and she didn't doubt what so ever, very strong. She needed to get the fuck out of dodge before she ended up a splatter on the wall much like the vamp she had killed. <br><br>With a flick of her wrist, her baton collapsed back into it's handheld size and she gripped the silver mace even tighter. "I would love to stay and continue playing with you, but I just remembered that I have a prior engagement I must get to." She smiled, quickly reaching down and grabbing the small purse she had thrown to the side earlier. "Until next time," she said, basically fleeing. She was used to running in heals and her long legs pushed her out of the ally and across the street to her crotch rocket, a Suzuki GSX. <br><br>The bike was specifically made for her and when she pushed the ignition button, it read her fingerprint and started immediately. She yanked on her helmet and flung a leg over, straddling it tightly. She glanced over her shoulder to see if the vampire had followed before she kicked the pedal at her foot and the bike lurched forward and she sped off. 
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>18-09-2012, 11:30:06</strong>
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				Koolstrom growled lowly when she dodged his sword, before making a run for it. He was hot in her trail, when she suddenly got on to a motorcycle and sped off. Even with his superhuman speed, he found it difficult to keep in pace, pushing himself to the extreme. He found his feet dashing one after the next. “Wait up; we have a fight to finish off.” He yelled out, as he pushed his sword back into its sheath. Reaching out, he grabbed a lid of a trash can, throwing it directly at the motorcycle, hoping it actually hits.<br><br>The speed of the cycle, kept him on his toes as he decided to stop, instead taking in her scent and walking right behind her, watching her disappear on the distance. “I will see you soon.” He whispered, as he glanced up at the sky, the moon was hidden behind the clouds. The scent of her was fresh in him and as he sauntered onwards, he noticed that it had gotten rather quiet, he began to whistle softly on his way.<br><br>He knew he could not just waste all his energy till sunlight chasing her, for one thing he knew that the motorcycle ran on fuel and she would have to refuel at some point. Plus her job would always lead her towards people like him, he thought with a grin. His pace picking up slowly as he made his way in the direction of the motorcycle, taking another deep sniff. The hunt was always more exciting than the kill itself, he thought with a grin.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-01-2013, 07:36:58</strong>
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				The whole ride home, Amanda's heart was in her throat. What was it about that vamp that rattled her so? She was usually so calm. So collected. But this one, he unnerved her. She shook her head as she entered her two bedroom apartment. Closing the door, she made sure to lock it, and saying a few choice words, the spell was cast to repel anything that may think to try to come in. <br><br>Kicking off her boots, she dragged ass to her bathroom. She was exhausted. It had been a long day. Would have been short if not for that encounter, but she wasn't thinking about that. Or that vampire...<br><br>Undressing, she quickly took the hottest shower known to man before stepping out. Barely drying off, she fell into bed, her eyes instantly closing as she hit the sheets. Behind her eyelids, she saw a pair of dark eyes. Eyes that haunted her, but made her body react in ways she didn't realize while conscious. <br><br>The following morning, she rose, her body aching as if wet dreams had assaulted. As usual, she remembered none of her dreams. Mumbling, she made her way to the extra bedroom, her office, her arsonnal, whatever you would call it and plopped her bottom in the chair at the desk. Popping open her emails, she was hailed by a new email from him. <br><br><strong>Attn: Vamp in Caldwell<br>Multiple Murders made to look like suicide. <br>Daniel Livingston<br>268 years of age<br>Frequents male strip clubs<br>Kill on sight<br>$130,00</strong><br><br>It sounded easy enough. Clicking on reply, she wrote:<br><strong>In Caldwell. Will be done by midnight, this night.<br>Amanda Winters</strong><br><br>She hit send. Within seconds her inbox binged.<br><strong>Another has shown interest in this job. Finish by 10 pm and money is yours.</strong><br><br>Her brow scrunched as she read the reply. Someone else had shown interest in this hit? What the hell? As far as she knew, she was the only hunter in Caldwell. She grinned. And it would stay that way as she bagged her next vamp. Putting on her work out outfit, she did her daily routine, readying herself for a night of fun and excitement. The whole mind, a little part of her wondered if she would see him again. But only a very little part. 
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 04:36:00</strong>
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				He had found himself chasing her for the most part of the day, hot behind her trail, but once dusk had arrived, he had given up on finding her for the moment. He found it very irritating that this hunter girl had escaped, especially with the bounty he had hoped to get. The trip back to his 2 storey mansion was long and tedious. While vampires did not necessarily need money, he had arrived in the country recently and due to a lack of funds had to rent out a house, which did not come cheap.<br><br>The house could gladly accommodate a family, but the out of all the 4 bedrooms, the only room he really used was the basement, where his coffin had been placed. He was traditional in the sense that he still used a coffin while most of the modern vampires had switched over to a bed. Caldwell wasn’t his ideal kind of town, he was used to towns where there was a lot more of his kind roaming the streets.<br>As he opened his door, he noticed a piece of paper left in the middle of his room. He pulled out his sword which was hidden under its sheath. Laying it down on the ground, before picking the paper up, releasing a exasperated sigh.<br><strong><br>Vampire loose in Caldwell.<br>Daniel Livingston<br>268 years old.<br>Will be at the strip club at the far end of town.<br>Only paid to the one who gets him first.<br></strong><br>He had always been implored by a lot of his peers from other towns to use computers and such for communication, but he had given up the idea of learning to use such. Notes were sent to him instead, but it was a first for him to see other people hunting his prey. Since he was a special hunter, hunting his own kind, he was given a bit more information than others. His first thought was of the female hunter who he had a close encounter with, as he made himself comfortable on his bed, his eyes falling shut.<br><br>The night came rather swiftly, he had been unable to get a wink of sleep, too excited with what lay ahead of him. He could not help but think about that rather attractive hunter, if he met her again, he would definitely capture her and decide what to do with her than. Picking up his sword, he was out of the house, his walk turning to a run as he headed past buildings, with his targeted building in mind, a grin pasted on his lips.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 19:26:31</strong>
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				Amanda's outfit wasn't as scantily clad as the night before, but didn't really leave much to the imagination either. The strip club her new subject frequented was gothic in nature, (go figure). She wondered if he was strictly for the men, but just in case she dressed for him. Leather pants tightly encased her legs and her spike healed boots reached her knees. She wore a metal framed corset that pushed her plentiful breasts up creating a shelf that anyone would be happy laying their head on. Men and women alike. Her hear was wild, waving around her face and shoulders. She shadowed her eyes but not so much that she looked trashy. Blood red lipstick completed her get up and she was ready to go. <br><br>At the entrance, the bouncer knew her. With a nod, he unhooked the rope and let her through. She just smiled at the people in line as they moaned in arguement. Humans. So naive in their simple lives. They had no idea the favor she was about to do for them. <br><br>Through the door, the heavy bass assaulted her senses, but she was able to quickly push it out. She could already feel the thrum of power. Looking to her right, there he was at his own private table. The table was large and round, with a pole sticking through the middle of it. Atop the table was a a nicely sculpted man, completely hairless aside from the 3 inch liberty spikes atop his head. He wore a black leather thong and, yeah, that was definitely a miniature version of Dracula's red satin cape. Wow. <br><br>With a sultry smile, she walked in that direction, but past his table. She pushed a little bit of her power out, flexing it, if you will, just to get his attention and give him&nbsp; a taste. Most vampires realized she was special, but could never put a finger on it. If they tasted her blood, they might suspect, but she never let them get that far. Ever. <br><br>Sure enough, he stopped rubbing on the man atop his table and looked her way. She glanced at him briefly, flashing him a smile before continuing past him to the dance floor. Time to work her magic. <br><br>The music was slow and deep, giving her the perfect rhythm to sway her hips hips to. Her body flowed and her hands ran down her sides. Before she knew it, dear Daniel was behind her, his pelvis mashing agianst her bottom as he matched her movement. She could feel his lips against her ear as he whispered.<br><br>"You smell good enough to eat, beautiful."
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				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 02:54:24</strong>
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				Koolstrom could not understand why any human in their right mind would actually attempt to embrace the darkness, he had hardly even attempt to get in. Apparently this was one place where his attire actually fitted well along with the club. Everyone seemed like they were mocking vampires of old. For a moment, he even entertained the thought of letting all of these lowly creatures getting slaughtered by his kind. But than his mind returned to the reason why he was here, there was a rather large reward for this creature and he knew there was a chance he would meet that female human hunter.<br><br>Normally he would have to use his powers of hypnosis which worked on just about most humans, except for those who were strong willed, which were mainly those which hunted his kind. As he holed himself into a dark corner, a girl approached towards him and seemed to be checking him out, to which he didn’t bother responding and was relieved when the girl lost interest. He sighed noticing a man wearing a satin cape, standing on a table. Did these humans even know how much of a threat Dracula had been to humanity? And how the ancient ones, while were afraid to kill, being that he was the first of vampires and also there was no real knowledge of how to kill such a great creature.<br><br>He had been turned by a descendent of Dracula, although that really didn’t mean much in the eyes of vampires. It had turned along with centuries that like humans, a vampire’s power was measured by how much wealth he or she accumulated. There was only one real unspoken rule among all vampires, that no vampire can hunt and kill another vampire, however he had his own reasons for hunting his own kind, nothing pathetic like out for revenge or a love of humanity. It was simple, killing his kind was good for his business and that was good for him.<br><br>He noticed a girl from the corner of his eye and he immediately knew it was her from her scent, but before he could approach her or react in anyways, the one he had been sent to kill was right behind her. For now, he decided to keep his distance, as he slowly sauntered along the shadows of the walls, the darkness did help immensely in hiding him. His teeth was gritted together as he thought of different ways he would torture this girl after collecting the payment for the vampire’s head.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 21:13:04</strong>
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				Amanda wiggled her bottom against Daniel's crotch. "Mmm. Hello big boy." She whispered before turning around and putting her arms around his neck. They began to match pace, dancing together to the music. <br><br>"So, what brings a girl like you to a place like this?" he asked, pushing said crotch tightly to her front. She couldn't help but cringe slightly at his touch and words but she hid it. Rather well. She ran a hand over his chest and to his neck before pulling him close.<br><br>"Hmm, well if it means meeting guys like you," she purred back.<br><br>He smiled a toothy grin before dipping his mouth to her ear. "Well then, little one, how about getting out of here?"<br><br>She smiled back, pushing her breasts to his chest. "Okay," she responded, playing the innocent college girl. Her heart was beating hard and fast in her chest but not from nerves. He took her hand and lead her to the door, pushing it open and being the gentleman. Pulling some more, they went a ways down the street to a secluded alley. <em>Just how I like it,</em> she thought to herself as she slid her purse down her arm but then he was pushing her front against the wall. <br><br>"I don't think so, hunter. It will be a shame to kill something so beautiful but I bet you taste delicious," he chuckled. She tried to move but his hands on her were keeping her in place. It should have been easy to escape him but there she was, unable to do so.<br><br>She growled. "What are you, Daniel?" <br><br>"I'm the one who is going to put an end to you, Amanda Winters."<br><br>Her eyes widened at the use of her name a split second before she braced herself for the bite.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 05:16:41</strong>
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				While keeping his distance, he watched the girl, play the role of the victim. He tried his best to avoid making eye contact in case the girl did figure out who he was.<br><br>But he found out, there was no need to do this, since the girl seemed too buzy with the prey, <em>his prey</em>. He waited a few minutes before following behind them. As he trailed behind them, he found they were shacked up in a dark alley and he had actually figured out that the girl was not just any human. <br><br>For a moment, he just tilted his head, watching with a smile as the vampire was on the verge of biting his arch rival. It seemed a fitting end, but just Koolstrom dashed forwards, grabbing Daniel by the back of his head, pulling it back.<br><br>"I am sorry, as much as I hate this human, she will fall by my hand not yours." He snarled out, as he roughly pulled him back.<br><br>Daniel was taken aback by this vampire, he was way too angry to care, swinging without a care, slamming his right fist against Koolstrom's cheek. <br><br>Koolstrom found himself pushed back, almost falling back at the full force of this young one. Rather than pain, it only increased his anger, slowly his hand slipped back to grasp the sword behind his back, pulling it out. <br><br>The blade had been blessed by the church and had been bathed in holy water. It was supposed to belong to a holy knight, however the poor man died before he managed to get his hands to it. <br><br>This trophy became his strongest weapon when hunting his own kind. "I do believe you have been running around free for too long." He stated, as he lowered the blade, preparing to strike, for a moment his gaze shifted to the girl, wondering if she was alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 20:58:07</strong>
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				What was happening was just too much to take in and way out of the ordinary. Yet as Daniel's hands were yanked from her and she was able to turn to see the reason why, the vampire from the other night was there and Amanda felt herself come to immediate attention for two reasons. One, because he had saved her and two because damn if she wasn't attracted to him which she was disgusted at herself over. <br><br>Watching the fight between the two, she saw her vamp get hit and there was a sharp pain in her chest at witnessing it. Her vamp? Why had she just thought of him like that? Taking it in, she felt the urge to get her own hands dirty and as Daniel had his back turned to her, it was the perfect opportunity. She grabbed the retractable blade from its sheath on her thigh and with a flick of her wrist the blade extended. She licked her lips, feeling the somewhat fangs in her own mouth before stepping up behind. <br><br>But instead of just stabbing the vamp in the heart, her arm arched out, taking off his head. She remembered her vamp needing the head, but why did she care? And why was she helping? She had no idea whatsoever as blood arched and covered her. The body took longer to exolode and when it did, it caught her by surprise, covering&nbsp; her and her vamp in even more blood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>27-10-2013, 10:19:51</strong>
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				Koolstrom cursed himself under his breath as he realized he had taken his eyes off his prey. When suddenly Amanda jumped in to action, slicing and dicing. The head was removed clean off the body, while the head was intact the body had burst out.&nbsp; He pushed his sword back to its sheath as he proceeded to wipe the blood that was spattered on him off.<br><br>“I had that, you didn’t need to step in…” He snarled out, however his eyes betrayed his voice as it ventured over the girl, checking for any signs of injury. He took a deep breath in and released it. As he tiptoed over to the girl, hands stretched out towards her. “Well, since you did most of the work I guess I can lend you a trip back home.” He stated, he found himself now checking her out. It had been dark inside the club and he had been too caught up in work, however now being at such a close proximity he could not help himself. Oh god, he thought silently, could I actually like her?<br><br>He shook his head, attempting to collect his thoughts, waiting for the girl to respond to him. She was… should be his and all vampires mortal enemy. There was no telling what she would do when his back was turned on her, but she looked unlike any human he had ever met and the sense of danger seemed to only thrill him, rather than put him off.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:52:26</strong>
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				The boustier she wore pushed her breasts up nicely making them look deliciously plump while her black leather pants were tight and looked painted on. She pulled the purse up from around her wrist and grabbed a compact mirror and wash cloth that she kept for this kind of occasion. She didn't feel threatened in the least by the vampire before her so she let her guard slip but froze when he said he could take her home. That made her heartbeat speed up and she inwardly cursed because he could probably hear it. <br><br>She let the suggestion run through her head for a bit, liking the sound even though her own thoughts pissed her off. But she had taken a cab and covered in blood didn't make the cabbie very nice.<br><br>"Well, um, I can't exactly call a cab covered in vamp blood, so, I suppose... But," she said, allowing her stance to straighten and harden up, "any wrong movements and I swear, I won't think twice about stabbing you in the heart." As soon as the threat left her tongue, she felt kind if rude, but she wasn't sure why. "Since we're gonna be in eachothers company for awhile longer, what should I call you? I doubt evil vamp is okay, soo? You can call me Amanda. But you probably already knew that. You guys just seem to know who I am."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>31-10-2013, 09:28:28</strong>
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				He felt his brow rise as he could hear a steady heart beat from her, was she afraid or perhaps she was attracted to him? He was confused more than anything else.&nbsp; He raised both hands up. “Look do you really think I am in the mood to fight you right now? We do have a code we follow, avoid getting in to fights with innocents, although I guess you would not exactly be innocent per say.” He said rather casually.&nbsp; “My name is Koolstrom, although most people refer to me as Viktor.” He said, his eyes darting around for any signs of any one or thing that could be potentially spying on them. If others of his kind had found him helping out any kind of slayer, that was like putting a big target on his back.<br><br>He looped an arm around her supple bottom, while the other fitted loosely around her back. Sweeping her off her feet. “So, do you have any location in mind for me to take you to?” He asked, wondering if she would be willing to give away which ever hide out she was using. He turned towards the club, before shifting towards the north, slowly walking towards it. Waiting for her to give some kind of indication to the destination they were heading towards.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-11-2013, 19:57:08</strong>
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				Amanda gasped as he picked her up but instead of anger and the urge to fight back, she felt her body awaken at the feel of his hardness against her soft curves. She blushed in embarrassment as she realized he was speaking to her.<br><br>"I live three blocks west. Its a high rise apartment." She quickly scolded herself as she told him where she lived, like it was just a natural thing to do. Like she was unable to stop it. "Viktor, if you ever come back to that place to look for me, I will kill you. Even if you are being so nice to me now." She threatened but it felt wrong, she thought as her arms went up and wrapped around his neck.<br><br>Her tongue came out to lick her lips as she realized his face was so close to her own. What was it about him that made her body burn? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 01:41:37</strong>
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				He followed her instructions to the letter, listening with a grin to what she had to say. He could feel the desire and the smell of her rise up, as he inhaled her scent. “Yes you do seem to have a nice way of thanking people.” He stated as he glanced back again. Feeling her arms around him, made him flash back to a much simpler time when he had been a human and in love with a girl. <br><br>He could feel a warm rise up inside him, which was not normal since it was not just lust for blood or pure pleasure but something else which he could not explain. He swallowed, as he stopped near her building. Slowly helping her back to her feet. “So why did you decide to become a hunter?” He asked almost compulsively, he preferred to express his thoughts rather than keep it inside.<br><br>This was weird since after living for so long he had lost interest in just about everything and everyone. Yet this girl was quite intriguing to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 02:15:20</strong>
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				She felt the loss as he put her down but they were at her apartment now and he couldn't keep carrying her forever. "Um, why did I become a hunter? Well honestly, vampires killed my mother and father." She left out the part that her mother had been bitten while pregnant with her and died at birth. It was why she was so fast, had killer vision and hearing and her teeth were a little sharper than most. But she didn't crave blood, although from time to time a transfusion worked wonders.<br><br>"Why do you care anyways? Don't you want to see me dead as well? I kill your kind." She knew how old he was, she could feel it, but why he didn't make a move to kill her like the others was beyond her. She waited for his answer, not wanting to go inside just yet. She had told him where she lived but didn't want to lead him right to her door. Even though he could probably smell it. Damn. Either way, if he came back to do just that, she'd be ready. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 02:42:07</strong>
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				He was surprised as she revealed her parents death, he had killed his fair share of vampire slayers and they were a lot harder than vampires to get information out of. In his line of work, there was no allies or enemies, it just was a question of who paid better money. “I kill my kind too.” He said briskly, turning around keeping his back to her. “It would be a lot safer for you if you gave up your occupation.” He added.<br><br>“Vengeance is unhealthy and even if you were to find those responsible for your parent’s death, it will not satisfy. Trust me I do have experience with that.” He stated, gazing up at the moon. It had been so long since he had fully appreciated the beauty of the night sky. “Immortality is a gift to some and a curse to others. Blood is a hunger which cannot be satisfied. While you and your people continue to hunt our kind, there are many among you who wish to live forever. There was a time when I too regretted becoming a monster among men. But as time passes you accept your fate.” He spoke softly, releasing a soft sigh as he turned back to gaze over at the girl. Closing the gap between them till their faces were inches away, he spoke. “Trust me if I wished to kill you, you would know.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 03:02:13</strong>
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				She listened to him but it wasn't necessarily vengeance that kept her going and she told him as much. "I just don't want anyone to go through what I did. Because it was hell. Utter hell." <br><br>He was just a few scant inches from her and so close were those plump lips of his. She shook her head. "You need to go," she said, taking a steps forward and pressing her breasts to his chest. She just couldn't help herself as she looked up with longing in her eyes. <br><br>What was it about him that made her put her guard down? Of made her feel like such a, a woman? She hated her reaction but something inside her head screamed, kiss me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 03:27:31</strong>
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				He could feel the soft swell of her breasts press up as she pushed back against him, he gazed deep into her eyes, as she told him to go, it felt like her eyes seemed to speak a lot more. He found himself fixated at her face and could feel a heat rise up in his groin and his lips lightly pressed against hers for a moment. He could feel himself go as their lips met, and his hands had looped around her slender waist, pulling her up harder against him.<br><br>As he pulled back slowly, his eyes continued to study her. “Yes I should …” Placing another soft kiss on her pliant lips. “…go.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-11-2013, 22:14:03</strong>
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				She felt her lips reacting as his pressed against hers. She kissed him back and gasped when he pulled her tight against him. She nodded at his agreement but once again kissed him back when his lips fell upon hers. Grabbing his head, she deepened the kiss and moaned into his mouth. <br><br>What was happening? Why was her body on fire? A fire that only he could put out. Against her better judgment she pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Third floor. Apartment 307," she said before kissing him again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 07:05:41</strong>
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				He could hardly believe his luck when she returned the kisses.&nbsp; He groaned in frustration when she had pulled away. But it was a good thing that she had kissed him again, since in a rare turn of events he was speechless. He reluctantly tore his lips away, gazing deep into her eyes. “We shouldn’t….. this will not end well….” He whispered, but his words held little meaning to his body.<br><br>Without hesitation, he had once again swept her off her feet, carrying her as he had before, up the stairs. She was so light, he thought as he found himself in front of a door, with the label 307. Go now or you will regret it, screamed all logic out at him. “Grr… what’s wrong with me.” He spoke under his breath, keeping his eyes locked on her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 20:43:28</strong>
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				When they reached her room, she didn't want to let him go but someone had to open the door and it was probably best that she used the key. Letting him go, she felt the loss and quickly dug in her purse to get the keys. As soon as she opened it, she threw the door open and grabbed him by his shirt, pulling him inside and yanking him to her lips. <br><br>She pulled him backwards while still kissing him to her bedroom where she booted open the door and lead him to her bed. Once there she turned and pushed him on it, straddling his hips.<br><br>"Yeah, we really shouldn't do this," she said, sitting on her legs and pulling off her top, her crimson bra for him to see.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 17:20:58</strong>
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				Koolstrom groaned in pleasure as he was pulled in to her apartment, their lips meeting in another searing kiss. His arousal continued to grow, having never had a partner so aggressive. Yet rather than just laying back, his fingers were immediately on top of her breasts, through the bra, squeezing her supple skin. As wrong as what they were doing was, he found that he had never felt so alive with anyone.<br><br>Keeping one hand on her breast, unable to reach clip from behind, his left hand trailed down instead, parting her thighs as he gazed up at her. Caressing along her inner thighs, right over to her patied crotch, firmly squeezing and rubbing&nbsp; in circles.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 18:13:13</strong>
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				Her leather pants were tight and feeling too confining. Getting off him she unbuttoned the front and slid them down because she wanted nothing in the way as he rubbed her. She looked at him with darkening eyes.<br><br>"Get undressed, Viktor." She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, gasping at the feel of her heavy sensitive breasts being freed. She threw the bra to the side as she kicked the leather pants to the side. She was only in here panties and she nearly cane just thinking about him taking them off with his teeth. She ran her tongue over her own teeth, feeling the slightly elongated canines. She knelt back on the bed as she waited for him to undress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sesshomaruartist</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 05:58:58</strong>
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				Koolstrom found himself staring as she rushed to remove her clothes. But he could not help but admire her beautiful body, as the bra was removed watching her breasts bouncing softly. He rose up to his feet, grabbing the bottom of his shirt pulling it off. His movements were fluid as he pushed his pants down, stepping out of them. Finally his boxers were left, the cloak now laying in a pile with the rest of his clothes. A large bulge straining against the crotch.<br><br>He did not ask for permission this time, pushing her back down on to the bed. He lowered himself down to gaze down at her panties, leaning forward to lightly breathe against them. Taking in her scent, before running his tongue along the crotch line of her panties. Suddenly he parted his lips, his fangs still hidden as he bit down and nibbled at her lower lips with his teeth. Tugging it out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Warmth On A Winter's Night (wolventears &amp; sesshomaruartist)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 19:46:27</strong>
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				She gasped as she felt his lips on her pussy. But with the panties in the way she didn't get the full affect. Then he was nibbling and her panties slipped to the side. He was nibbling on her bare lower lips now, so close to her clit. And it was begging to be touched. <br><br>"Oh, Viktor," she moaned as he continued his minstratios. Her hands were in his hair now, gently pushing him closer. 
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