The Good Childe ([Sarcyn & Subtle Trouble])
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 19:53:32</strong>
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				The warm evening breeze carried a plethora of scents and sounds. Scents and sounds that Nathaniel easily picked up on, his senses being particularly attuned. Walking through the maze of alleys that most people would get confused and lost in, but which the aged vampire knew so well that he could have walked them with his eyes closed. The setting sun stung a little, but he wanted to get to the coffee shop before it closed. Pushing the swing door open he stepped through and heard the familiar jangle of the bell as Kelly the barista looked up and smiled at him. As he took off his coat and revealed his muscled chest and arms that were clearly visible through his white tee he flashed her a predatory grin. If he had still been in his ‘wham bam thank you maam’ phase he’d have snapped her up in two seconds flat. But after 350 years he wanted something with a bit more meaning.<br><br>“Hey Nate! What’ll it be? The usual?” He simply nodded with a small smile and she set about preparing his caramel mocha. One of the perks of being undead was you didn’t have to worry all that much about calories, for some odd reason not having a heartbeat seemed to improve the metabolism. Go figure. Taking his coffee with a slight nod of thanks and tipping the buxom blonde generously he turned to survey the rest of the patrons. Seeing a particularly attractive young woman sitting alone at one of the sofa tables he sauntered over and plopped down into the opposite couch. She was engrossed in the New York Times - the front page showing that the Mexican Gulf oil spill was only getting worse as continued efforts to stem the flow of oil were failing. <br><br>Leaning forward Nate took a long sip of his coffee before licking the cream from his lips and gently clearing his throat. “Terrible tragedy that isn’t it? I just feel bad that we can’t find some safer, cleaner way to get our fuel and energy…” 
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 20:06:36</strong>
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				Dana nearly jumped a foot as a low voice addressed her. The shop was nearly empty by now. Her green eyes snapped up to meet his gaze, and she shrugged. "It's cheaper for them to use what they're used to than to find alternate sources. It's not going to last really long, but until it runs out we're stuck with it." She replied simply, before returning to her paper, engrossed in the article she was reading. It was relevant to her master's thesis. Though only twenty-two, she had finished her undergraduate honours degree in psychology, and was now starting her thesis. She brushed her rich chocolate bangs behind her multiple-pierced ears, and bit her full bottom lip, white teeth pressing into the plump, pink flesh.<br><br>It sometimes amazed her what they would put three pages from the front page. It was a story about kink, sex and what people did, wanted to do, and didn't dare try. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, her t-shirt stretched over generous breasts, and near-white jeans hugging her hips and legs like a second skin. Her tea was cold, the bag disintegrated, and her cookie only half eaten. She would need another before they closed. <br><br>Dana had always done better work at night. Stifling a yawn, she shut her paper, finished with the article for now, and began to fold it up, and put it in her satchel, reaching to grab her notebook. She stretched, and her eyes fell on the man before her. She'd barely even noted him being there, even after he spoke. Her eyes skittered to the side, and she stood to go retrieve a coffee.&nbsp; Yawning at this hour would not bode well for this night's productivity.
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 21:20:23</strong>
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				He nodded at her words, seemingly wise beyond her young years. She seemed pre-occupied and totally focussed on the article she was reading. So he took the time to study her, the way her eyes flicked across the page and the gentle movement of breasts that seemed almost ready to bust out of her top. When she bit her lip it took all the restraint he’d managed to acquire over the centuries for Nathaniel not to groan at the simple yet intensely erotic image. From that moment he couldn’t keep his eyes from her, her curves and her gorgeous hair as well as her seemingly aloof attitude made her all the more alluring. It wasn’t many women who disregarded his charms out of hand like she had. Perhaps his choice of opening comments had been a mistake… <br><br>As she stretched he finally tore his eyes from her incredible figure and took another long sip of his drink, realising it would certainly not do to be caught ogling this beauty. As she made her way to counter he found his eyes wander back to the gentle sway of her hips and the curve of her rear. He shook his head to try and clear the fog of lust that seemed to be consuming him all too rapidly. He was supposed to be getting over that stage of his life, the stage where he’d treated women as playthings. The whole purpose of this visit was to get him out among ‘normal’&nbsp; humans more and see if he could build an actual relationship with one. Settling back into the couch he took out his iPhone and checked some e-mail in a futile attempt to busy for when she returned. She wasn’t the only one that could appear aloof, he’d had years of practice at this. 
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 21:57:04</strong>
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				She returned with a large black coffee, and without sipping it, began to scribble in her notebook, ideas, and observations about the article, the date. Everything to do with her first reading. Not until she had filled a page and a half did she pause, eyebrows knocking together. Dana turned her gaze back to the man before her, finally noting his beauty, the formed muscles straining at his shirt, his eyes. His voice had been lovely. She absently picked up her cardboard cup, and took a sip, grimacing at the bitter taste of dark-roast.<br><br>It was best for night, no sugar or cream, she'd decided to give that up (again).&nbsp; Didn't make it taste any better to think she was saving calories. She sighed softly, and set her cup down. "Would you be able to keep an eye on my stuff?" She asked him, standing. She had to visit the wash room. She had a satchel, notebook and her coffee strewn about the table beside her. It would take three minutes to pack up at the least. She hated packing all of her things simply to answer the call of nature to settle right back down and unpack. He had an iphone, he wasn't going to be stealing anything she had. It was all more or less worthless to anyone but her.
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 02:16:27</strong>
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				She really was all business this chick. No sooner was she back with her caffeine fix than she was frantically scribbling away in a notebook. He wondered briefly what she was writing about, before seeing that she had paused and quickly returning his gaze to the phone again. He’d finished checking e-mail and was now working on a sudoku - he’d been in love with the game ever since he’d eaten the daughter of the inventor back in late nineteenth century France. It puzzled and amused him how everyone assumed it was an Asian game just because of it’s name. He found very few of these puzzles truly challenging nowadays but still liked to play every once in a while. Tapping away at the screen he was soon done with this ‘extreme’ grid and he decided he’d had enough for now. Placing the phone back into the pocket of his black faded jeans he finished the dregs of his drink when he noticed that the woman across from him had stood up and asked him to watch her stuff. <br><br>He simply nodded his assent, as if he couldn’t care less and grabbed a magazine from a nearby table. Flicking through the pages of GQ he saw her make her way to the bathroom and when he heard the door close he snatched up her notebook and quickly scanned the page - his curiosity getting the better of him once again. He’d reached the bottom of the page when he heard the hand-drier coming from the ladies and so he quickly replaced the pad in it’s exact former position. What he’d read had proved illuminating though - she was clearly researching human sexuality and this only served to concrete in his mind that one way or another he would make her his. Returning to the magazine he smiled at the title of the next article: <em>Is your girlfriend a sex freak?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 02:30:04</strong>
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				She thanked him when she returned, and reclined in the chair, taking a few minutes to simply relax and drink the coffee, trying to taste it as little as possible. She was used to two shots of cream and sugar. With a sigh, she slowly began to pack her things up. The coffee house would be closing in twenty minutes. She slung her satchel over her shoulder, everything packed away, and drained he last of her coffee. "Bye, Mara. Thanks." She called, walking around the man to pass out of the shop, and walk toward her old-style bike across the street.<br><br>She was living the life of a bohemian. An attic apartment, riding a bike, writing, and carrying a notebook everywhere, practically living off coffee and tea. She sung softly to herself as she pedalled away, three blocks to her house, and four flights of stairs before she flopped on her low slung queen sized bed, sighing and staring at the glow in the dark stars and dinosaurs across the ceiling. She was lonely. She missed intimacy, friendship. She'd had to forgo them.
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 03:26:51</strong>
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				As she returned he smiled at her thanks, still not verbally acknowledging her since she had been so dismissive toward him. He was more than capable of playing hard to get as well - although he had to admit to being a little rusty as it had been several decades since he had needed to employ this tactic. He wathced as she sipped her coffee, seemingly finding it distasteful and as she rose to leave he simply watched her go. Flipping to the end of the magazine he placed it on the table and sat back in the chair, hands behind his head to contemplate the events of the evening. It had been a curious night but certainly not without it’s charms. <br><br>Mara moved out from the counter, sweeping the floor and placing the chairs on the tables before coming over to where he sat. She flopped into the sofa where his former companion had been sat and flashed him a toothy grin. “The oil slick huh? Real smooth that.” She teased him, half hiding a small chuckle. <br><br>“I’m perfectly sure I have no idea what you are talking about my dear woman.” His tone wasn’t even convincing him, let alone the barista. <br><br>“She’s in here most nights you know - surprised you two haven’t run into each other before…”<br><br>“Hmm.” He murmured in response, rising and wishing her good night. His stomach was rumbling and he needed to hunt. Waving goodbye he gathered his coat and was soon back in the night air, heading for downtown where there would be a veritable buffet of hot young girls just begging him to feed from them. Still, it wouldn’t be entirely satisfying after meeting the strangely alluring woman in the coffee house. He would definitely be going back there - and probably pretty soon.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 04:27:06</strong>
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				Dana flushed, half hating herself as she leaned towards the mirror, carefully dragging mascara onto her lashes. IT had been three weeks since she had met that man. Every second night or so he had come, and sat beside her. They'd talked, flirted. She'd developed a crush. <em>I cannot believe I am doing this...</em> She thought, carefully applying a cherry flavoured lip gloss. She didn't know why.It wasn't like she expected him to kiss her.<br><br>She stepped back, and admired her outfit. It was cute, a red, low cut t-shirt, letting about an inch or so of shadowed cleavage peek out, and with a large triangular cut out on her upper back. she wore one of her many well-loved pairs of jeans, that hugged close to her hips like a lover. Small ballet flats and she was set. She couldn't wear much make up without being slightly fidgety, but even with just mascara and gloss, her full lips and light blue eyes stood out.<br><br>Ten minute bike ride, and she was at the coffee shop. She ordered a mint tea, and went to sit in her familiar spot, bulling a fiction book from her purse - she'd switched out her satchel - and began to pretend at reading, eagerly awaiting his arrival. Her hair tumbled down over her shoulders, curling today, and resting over her breasts. <em>What am I doing?</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 17:13:40</strong>
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				He had watched her enter the coffee shop from the shadows, his toned back leaning casually against the wall. She looked good. Really good. He’d noticed in the weeks since that first meeting that she’d gradually started making more effort with her appearance. But this was something else - she had taken it a step up tonight. The curve of her legs in those form-fitting jeans hinted at the hidden delights they contained. And that top, from what he could tell, was so much more enticing than anything he’d seen before. He was struggling to control his breathing. Yes, even Vampires breathed. It performed no serious function, but was a good indicator of excitement. <br><br>He moved away from the wall, his black jeans slung just a little lower than normal and wearing a vest top which exposed his sculpted arms, Nathaniel realised with a small smirk that he too was looking to impress. It had been a long time since he’d felt this way, far too long. Despite getting to know Dana over the last few weeks large parts of her life remained a mystery. He hadn’t brought up what he’d read from her notebook, figuring that it might scare her off. Not only had he invaded her privacy on their first meeting but he knew about her interesting reading habits. Still, he felt no remorse or guilt about the event - his ability to feel such emotions having disappeared with his soul on his turning. <br><br>Even though, he didn’t want to do anything to jeopardise this blossoming relationship. He hadn’t turned a woman for several decades, preferring instead to simply take what he needed from them: blood, sex, and on very rare occasions conversation. Pushing the door open he gave a small wave of greeting to Mara, the barista, shaking his head a little at her raised eyebrows as she motioned toward where Dana was just settling into her seat. He moved to the counter, where strangely she had already prepared his favourite beverage. <br><br>“Oh dear me, it would seem I’m becoming predictable.” He lamented with a small chuckle, taking the drink with a grateful nod and ignoring the start of her response to move over to the couch. “Well hello again Dana, may I say you look absolutely ravishing this evening. Hot date later?” The smirk returned to play around the corners of his lips.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 17:30:31</strong>
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				A flush instantly sprang to her cheeks, as her eyes glanced up to him, taking in his appearance in the dusky coffee house. The amber light played across his muscled arms, and somehow he made slouchy jeans attractive, as well. She smiled, and gestured for him to sit. "Thank you, Nathaniel, but no. I haven't had a date since first year," she confessed without meaning to, her jaw snapping shut and her blush spreading to disappear beneath her shirt. "Do you?" She asked hastily, trying to deflect attention back to him.<br><br>She couldn't pin why she liked him. Yes, e was attractive, but there was something else. Something predatory about him. He had an edge of danger, and like most omen, she was a sucker for it. She never did expect anything to come from their flirtations. She was an awkward bookworm, while he seemed to be some sort of a god. No, but she was more than content to admire him from afar and to flirt innocently every other day. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>14-06-2010, 21:10:05</strong>
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				He saw her blush spread over her body and found his gaze momentarily drawn to her cleavage. He was unable to prevent the slight quickening of his breath and the flicker of his tongue over his dark red lips as he imagined her without the confines of her top. Before too long he remembered himself and brought his gaze back up to her face, her beauty subtle but undeniable. At her question he looks to his vest, pulling at the thin material a little. “You flatter me Dana, but I assure you I would not wear such an inappropriate, tatty old thing like this if I were looking for romance.” He knows his words run the risk of trivialising the time they share together and no sooner has he said them than he regrets them. <br><br>Releasing the top he looks back to her an smiles softly. “But I will take your words as a compliment and thank you most whole-heartedly for them.” His smile deepens again as he studies her face, seeing what? Lust? Passion? Admiration? Perhaps all of these or perhaps none of them but he cannot help to think back over the last few weeks. To the conversations, the flirtations and the hints of possibility that had held his interest for so long. Normally he would not have spent more than a few hours courting a woman, but she was singularly different, somehow she inspired him to want much more than he had ever taken or received from a woman. He was willing to do the slow dance of seduction with her if that was what was necessary. Still, after his throwaway comment of moments ago he felt compelled to clarify his desire and intentions toward Dana.<br><br>“Would you care to join me for dinner sometime? I have very much enjoyed these evenings of conversation and feel that a longer setting might allow us to get to know each other a little better. And if you have not had a date in so long I can only suggest the men of this town are fools who cannot see what they are missing. I would very much like to show them what they are missing.” His words flow as if he had practised them a hundred times or more, when in truth he had done so only five or six. Another first, for normally he allowed his natural charm to win the heart of those he wanted. 
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 03:23:27</strong>
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				Dana's eyes dropped away, fighting the crushing feeling of hurt as the words casually slipped from his mouth. Of course he didn't want her. She sighed softly, glancing back politely as he continued. She smiled softly to him, and nodded, silently, while taking a sip from her coffee. She nearly choked as he asked her out, and couldn't help but stare incredulously up at him as he invited her out for supper. Hadn't he just... She swallowed, and her eyes skittered away, shyness overcoming her. "I..." She said softly, heart thudding in her chest. It had been years since she had been on a date, and he had so easily quashed any hope she'd had of something with him. Was he throwing her a pity bone?<br><br>"I would like that," she replied, the words slipping from her mouth unbidden. She found herself smiling, half wondering why she was setting herself up again. She smiled to him again, before taking another sip to cover up her awkward silence. She had never really known how to act after getting asked out, all she knew was flirting. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 17:59:11</strong>
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				Casting his eyes over her blush he found himself thinking of the blood pumping beneath her skin that brought that red colour to her cheeks. The thought excited and thrilled him, made him want this awkward, shy little woman all the more. He picked his cup up gingerly, as if afraid that the hot liquid would somehow taint the heavy air that lingered between them. Taking a tiny sip he felt it burn down his throat as he considered his next move. Arrangements needed to be made… <br><br>“Shall we say Friday, 8 o’clock at Guiseppe’s?” The Italian restaurant was a personal favourite, their pasta al forno rivalled that made by the masters in Rome itself… and Nate should know. Lowering his drink he smiled widely at her. “And I promise you that I shall wear something much more befitting a meeting with such a singular, beautiful woman. I am most embarrassed it has taken me this long to treat you with the respect, care and attention that you most definitely deserve.” His eyes twinkled a little in the dim lighting of the café and he reached into his pocket, producing a small business card. He held it out to her. “Here, should you need to change the arrangements.” 
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 18:22:36</strong>
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				Dana's blush deepened as compliments poured from his mouth, as if he were trying to apologize for his earlier comment. She'd noted early on that his grammar and syntax was too perfect, as if English was not his mother tongue, as if he learned English two hundred years ago. Maybe he was just trying to sound smarter, chivalrous. She remembered one boy in high school who had called her 'my lady'. He'd been trying to get into her pants at the time. She took the card, careful to keep her fingers from touching his, hyper aware of every move she made, unsure of where her eyes should rest, how she should sit, where she should put her hands.<br><br>"That sounds great," she replied to his suggestion with a self-aware smile. "And thank you," She added, forcing a half chuckle as his promised to wear something 'more appropriate'. Did he not understand how his vest showed off his fantastic physique, how the twilight lighting of the coffee bar bathed him in a golden glow, shadowing and highlighting him in gorgeous perfection? She wanted to assure him, she was quite a fan of his outfit tonight. Even with the low slung jeans. She usually wedgied her guy friends who wore their pants like that.
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 01:18:24</strong>
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				When she took the card he paused for a second, noting the way she was so careful to avoid contact with him. That was interesting… what was she afraid of? Settling back he smiled at her, amused at the way that her eyes seemed to linger on his body a moment longer than was strictly polite. Not that he minded in the least. He’d worn the tank top on purpose, hoping it would entice her, his comments about ‘appropriate attire’ meant to throw her off. He was toying with her as he had toyed with so many in the past. But this did feel somehow different. He wasn’t sure how, or why. That’s what made the whole thing so damned fascinating. Finishing his coffee and noticing her cup was empty as well he leant forward, half standing.<br><br>“Get you a refill?” He offered, his eyes lingering this time on the swell of her breasts in that top, the dusky cleavage teasing the eye and those tight jeans, how he wanted to peel them from her thighs… He realised with a flush of embarrassment that he was staring a little, and that his tongue had forced it’s way past his lips, resting there as his teeth bit into it lightly. Trying to cover himself with a small cough he looked down at the empty cups in his hand and rose fully. “Dark roast right? No sugar or cream? Or are you feeling indulgent this evening?” He hoped to inject a little humour and charm back into their conversation, to move past the awkward moment of tension that had stolen over them like a thick fog.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 01:59:32</strong>
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				Dana blushed as he picked up her cup, commenting on her normal drink. "Mint tea, actually, thank you" she replied. smiling. She'd noticed his stare, and had coloured in response to his own. Her eyes skittered awkwardly away from his, and landed on the card. She studied it instead of looking at him, hoping to have collected herself by the time he returned. It was shameful how she seemed to forget how to be intelligent when he was around. She steadfastly stared at the card, waiting for him to go, not really reading anything, though.
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:14:05</strong>
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				With a curt nod he moved quickly to the counter, ignoring the little jibes from Mara as she prepared their drinks. He couldn’t help a small private smile though as he turned back to where they were sitting and moved back over. Placing her tea in front of her he tried another charming smile, but it came out as more of a leer. What was she doing to him? He was normally suave and smooth as silk, but around her he felt 100 again. <br><br>Leaning back in his chair he took hold of his mocha and supped indulgently, holding the silence for several long seconds. Whatever he said next had to ensure that it re-established his control of the situation. He was the sexy, dark, dangerous older man, even if in this precise moment he felt about as dangerous as a butter knife.&nbsp; A faint whiff of blood alerted his senses. Mara had cut herself while slicing some cake. Nothing more than a scratch but it reminded Nate that he hadn’t fed in a while…<br><br>“So, you gonna remember how everything goes on Friday?” His voice was low, barely above a primal growl as he left open the suggestion that he was talking about more than just the dinner date.
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:38:34</strong>
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				Dana thanked him softly as he set the tea before her, returning his smile with a small quirk of her full, pink lips. It hadn't really been enough time. His eyes raked over her, and she squirmed slightly beneath his stare. A soft noise from the bar made her look up. Mara had hurt herself. She was wshing the cut under cold water already. It didn't look bad. She opened her mouth to ask if she needed help, before the queston struck her. Her eyes jerked to him, and she looked to him surprisedly. <em>He did not... he couldn't have meant...</em> She frowned slightly, and held her tongue, standing to walk to the bar. "Mara, are you all right?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 03:45:41</strong>
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				The busty barista turned when Dana asked if she was ok. She smiled widely and nodded, sucking on her finger for a second before popping it from between her lips and carefully wrapping the band-aid round the small wound. “Oh yeah, nothing really. Just a little clumsy today… You should get back to your hot drink of a companion.” She winked at her friend, turning back to the line of customers.<br><br>Nathaniel watched the interaction from his seat, his ears easily picking up what should have been an impossible conversation to overhear. He smiled darkly to himself at Mara’s words but schooled his expression as he saw Dana turn back toward him. He beckoned with a crooked finger as he licked a little cream from his lips and bit very gently into his lower lip. If she wasn’t careful he was going to end up just drain-fucking her tonight…
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				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 20:39:59</strong>
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				Dana's cheeks flushed at Mara's dismissal, and she sighed, turning back to the man, and ignoring his earlier comment. She did her best to avoid his eyes, swallowing thickly as his tongue dragged across his lips. She settled back down, and sighed, looking away. "I've never been to Guieppe's, it's good there?" She asked, trying to steer the conversation back to neutral ground, sipping her tea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>26-06-2010, 21:20:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He could see that she was uncomfortable but that just made him want her more… He wasn’t sure he could wait till Friday. Deciding that he needed to exercise a little self control though he played along, regaling her with tales of the wonderful dining to be found at the little Italian place that was a favourite of his. He often took ‘dates’ there and the staff were more than willing to comply with any of his special requirements… <br><br>The conversation meandered around such innocent topics for the rest of the evening, and they laughed and flirted some more but Nate couldn’t shake his feeling that soon enough his resolve to be gentlemanly and pleasant was going to wane. Eventually Mara came round, still with her thumb bandaged, and began clearing the table, she’d already put the chairs on all the others. “Come on you too… some of us have homes to go to!” She joked. Nate gave her an apologetic glance and stood. Offering a hand to Dana he flashed a slightly predatory grin and his voice was low and husky again.<br><br>“Can I offer to walk you home? Never know who might be lurking in the shadows out there…” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 01:53:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dana flushed, glancing at the clock as Mara shooed them away. She offered and apology, before turning her gaze back to Nathaniel. She blushed, placing her hand in his carefully, and standing, her eyes skittering away shyly. Something about him put her on edge, drew her to him, warned her off. "I would appreciate that, thank you." Her voice was soft again, and she offered him a half smile, colour riding high in her cheeks. <br><br>She lead him from the shot, and started the slow walk back, pushing her old bike alongside her. She was silent, watching the ground ahead of her, mind flitting, searching for something to say. "I hope I'm not taking you in the wrong direction..." She said softly, finally, glancing up to him, the white street lights bathing him every ten steps or so, new shadows ad dips manifesting in his muscular arms. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 02:54:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh no not at all.” Came his smooth reply, almost instantaneously. The slow pace of their walk and that bike were a little infuriating, he felt his hunger growing steadily and the whiffs of other women, liquored up and ripe for plucking tormented his nose. As they passed an alley he suddenly found himself unable to control the urge, and quickly he snatched a hold of Dana, pulling her into the alley. The bike clattered from her hands but the streets were so empty that not a soul noticed.<br><br>Pushing her into the wall, hoping to knock the wind from her a little he moved swiftly to her neck. Sharp canines found soft flesh. Slowly they sunk in. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper still. Then a fountain of crimson life-force flowed from her. He lapped hungrily. Desperately. Needfully. As he drank her down he felt her start to go limp against the wall and something snapped in his mind. He managed to stop himself from draining her completely, puling back. He moved to her lips, his still dripping with blood. Pressing against her delicate flesh he felt the surge of arousal. He was sated in one way but still just as desperate and needy in another. <br><br>Picking up her drooping form he moved quickly, carrying her lightly and easily to his downtown basement apartment. Once inside he knew he needed to keep her restrained for when she awoke, although it had been so long since he’d kept a victim around he couldn’t remember how much of the attack she would recall. Keeping her clothed, he moved her onto the large double bed, tying her spread-eagled but not tightly. Pacing the room Nate began to wonder if he’d moved too soon, if he’d allowed the bloodlust to get the better of him… How he hadn’t raped her too was beyond his comprehension, maybe he truly did care.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 03:08:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dana frowned slightly at his smooth reply, shrugging mentally. As his form hit her, she gasped, the wall coming up to meet her back abruptly forced the gasp from her. She choked, fighting her lungs to pull in air, only managing pitiful half gasps. she barely noticed him, until his mouth met her neck, and a twin sting drove into her. She gasped, her lungs re inflating, and arched off the wall, stiff within his grip, the long pulls on her neck like lightning bolts deep within her. She squirmed, eyes falling to half mast, warming between her legs.<br><br>Finally she slumped, head light, half concious. She breathed slowly, eyes rolled back, though not entirely unconscious, as warm, copper lips pressed against her pliant ones. His arms encircled her, and she moaned softly, curling into the embrace, warm and lethargic. She wasn't thinking. Were she, she would have fought him. She didn't know how long he walked with her, it could have been an hour or a second. As he lay her on the bed, her head fell to the side. Her arms and legs moved pliantly with him, as he secured them, and she sighed softly, and with a shiver, dropped into unconciousness.<br><br>She awoke an hour or so later. Groaning, her head aching and her stomach protesting something, she licked her lips, and started to sit up, only to feel a tug on her arms and legs. Her eyes sprang open, and she stared at a bare ceiling. That wasn't right... "Where..." She turned her head, looking around, her heart beginning to thunder. "Where am I?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 03:17:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Nathaniel stood at the foot of the bed, looking over the rise and fall of her bosom. As she awoke, still a little groggy he breathed a small sigh of relief. The longer she’d been out the more he had started to worry that he’d taken too much, pushed her body too far. He moved to the side of the bed, leaning over to look into those large, pretty eyes of hers. Managing to hold back his grin he looked impassive. <br><br>There were many different ways he could play this, but he decided to opt for a cautious approach to begin with. “You are in my bed, I strapped you down for your own protection… What do you remember?” The half-truths fell easily from his lips, he’d lied much more extremely in the past. Finding that he couldn’t prevent himself he sat on the bed next to her and stroked some hair from her face, moving his fingertips down her cheek and down to rest over the small puncture marks. The wounds had already almost fully healed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>27-06-2010, 03:21:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her eyes found him as he moved, and she shrank as he leaned close. She blinked as he 'explained', and frowned, shaking her head. "I... not much. Someone pushed me..." She replied, frowning, trying to remember through the headache, as hi hand brushed her hair away. "What happened?" She asked, tugging at the ropes, "And will you let me go?" She asked, an edge of nervousness cutting into her voice. Why in the world would he need to strap her down for protection? Suspicion ruled, and she tied to move away, watching him carefully. His fingers lingering on her neck made her uneasy, and she swallowed, her eyebrows half furrowed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>01-07-2010, 01:42:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She seemed nervous, wary and unwilling to trust him. This was going to make the softly softly approach tricky.<br><br>Like a cat who brought a live mouse into the house, he wanted to toy with her a little. He knew just how to as well. He always kept the door to his small apartment firmly locked, and being in the basement there were no windows to climb out of. So for now he would remove the restraints and simply see if she tried to leave. She would not succeed, at least not without him wanting her to, and at this very moment it was the furthest thing from his mind. <br><br>“You were attacked Dana. We both were. They jumped us from behind and dragged you into the alley. I was knocked down but managed to fight them off and thought it best to bring you here. I don’t trust the hospital, they ask too many questions and cost more than my first aid kit…” He moved to untie the bonds holding her hands. “Of course I’ll let you go… I just didn’t want you jerking yourself when you woke up, I haven’t had a chance to really see what’s wrong with you yet.” He moved quickly, expertly around the bed, freeing her from each restraint and then sitting next to her again. He was ready to answer almost any question she had, his tongue well used to lying when necessary. “Does it hurt anywhere specific?” He hoped he had maintained his charming stranger facade but if he hadn’t then he had no issue showing Dana his true self. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>02-07-2010, 04:01:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dana sat up as he released her wrists, groaning softly as a headache slammed into her. "Ow..." She breathed softly, looking to him suspiciously. "My head... and my neck. Feels like I got cut..." She murmured, to his question, carefully standing, and fighting a swoon. "I appreciate your... concern for me, but I think I'd better go to the hospital," She replied, vision swimming. She wondered idly if she'd gotten a concussion. "Did they try to take anything?" She asked, "what did they want?" Her hand reached for the knob, and she twisted, frowning as it held fast. "Um..." She murmured softly, trying the other side. "Is there something wrong with your doorknob?" She asked, not turning, the hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 14:55:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It seemed she was determined to make her getaway and he just couldn’t be having that. A change of tack was needed. He rose from the bed and moved over toward her, hands going to her hips as he pressed into her back. “You are not going anywhere my sweet little Dana.” He breathed, voice grown dark and menacing. His hands held her firmly and he pushed her against the door, bringing his mouth to the twin puncture marks on her neck. He licked at them slowly, delighting in the taste of her salty skin, soaked with fear. “Think about what happened earlier… really think about it.” He urged her, making sure his whole body was pressing her into the door, ensuring escape was impossible. “There were no attackers.” His words were thick with the sound of his desire, but he was teasing her too. “And you liked the feel of me against you… you enjoyed my teeth and lips drinking of your flesh, your blood.” He bit into her neck again, not a feeding bite but as one might bite a lover, the sharpness of his teeth evident even without piercing the skin. Pulling back he chuckled darkly. “And now… now you are mine.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 14:57:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She froze in spot as she felt him press into her, his hands encircling her hips. Fear fluttered through her heart, a shiver running up her spine at his low, commanding voice. She fought a whimper, her body's natural reaction to tilt her head, offer her neck to him. And it all came rushing back. She was frozen in place, by him, his presence, his mouth.. A soft gasp escaped her, as his teeth pressed against her, claiming, the sharp teeth pressing into her neck. "You..." Her voice shook, "unlock the door, and let me go." Her voice was soft, but two could play the commanding game. "Right now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:25:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh she was going to be a feisty one. Good. They were always so much more fun than the ones who just lay there and took it, or who cowered in fear and trembled at every small touch. He hadn’t had a woman stand up to him for quite some time and it really was a refreshing change of pace… “And what if I don’t?” He asked, voice laced thickly with menace. “What if I bite you again? Or just throw you down and chain you to the bed?” His lips had stayed close to her neck, body still pressing hers into the door. “What would you do then Dana? Huh?” His fingers pressed into the flesh of her hips a little tighter, teeth once more grazing the skin of her exposed neck. “Well? Tell me.” Taunting, teasing. He would have his response, or he would make her scream it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:39:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She fought another shudder, gritting her teeth, her back crawling from fear, and his presence behind her. His fingers' bruising grip urging out another gasp. She hated how she responded to his teasing voice, how her breasts, even squashed to the door like that, seemed to respond. She didn't give him a verbal reply, instead she shifted, picking a foot up, before slamming her heel, with all her weight and force behind it, onto his foot, praying that he was not wearing boots.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:46:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His teeth had returned to tease at the flesh of her neck and as the pain shot through his foot at her heel driving into the leather shoes he bit down hard. It was instinctual, he hadn’t planned to take any more blood from her just yet, but his sharp incisors easily pierced her delicate flesh as his knee gave a kick forward, jerking his foot back. The hard point of his knee contacted with the back of her thigh and he felt her crumple beneath him, even while he sucked at her neck still. Quickly he lashed his tongue over the fresh wound, sealing it and moving his arms to catch her before she fell completely. Breathing hard, his foot still throbbing he carried her over to the bed again, moving a little unsteadily.<br><br>“That was not a pleasant thing to do Dana!” He growled at her, moving to straddle her on the bed, pressing his groin into her stomach to keep her pinned down as he reached again for the restraints. “We shall have to teach you some better manners.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 00:55:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dana's scream caught in her throat as he bit down, his knee easily taking out her leg. She fell, as far as one could sandwiched between a rock and a hard place. And in that moment he drank, her body lit up, every sense coming alive, breasts swelling, core heating. She bounced as he tossed her to the bed, having the wherewithal to begin thrashing as he mounted her, straddling, pinning. "No!" She cried, trying to kick, throw him off, anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:03:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her thrashing about made it difficult for him to reach the restraints, much less secure them around her limbs. Trying and failing several times he reluctantly moved to look deep into her eyes even as her head moved aimlessly from side to side. He managed to capture her gaze, sending out a strong mental signal. She would listen to him for a moment at least, even if he couldn’t actually control her. In that moment he longed for the days his sire had spoken of, when vampires could actually control their victim’s thoughts and actions… what Nathaniel was left with was a poor imitation. <br><br>“Dana, you will be bound to this bed again one way or another. And when you are, you can be awake and alert, or you can be near comatose… clinging to the last dregs of your life. I would prefer the first scenario but truly it makes little difference for my-” He paused, running his wet, red tongue over his lips, savouring her taste, “purposes.” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:07:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dana stared, enthralled, mouth slack as he spoke, his words penetrating. He was like a snake, she couldn't look away. She'd stopped thrashing, and lay beneath him, slowly beginning to fight back against the thrall. Her eyebrows slowly began to knock together, muscles jumping in her shoulders, fighting against themselves. A soft noise escaped her throat. "N--- nghh no..." She managed to choke out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:14:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rather than move to bind her while she was pliant like this, knowing that the second his gaze broke from hers she would likely return to fighting, he simply moved his hands to her own. “No what Dana? You have a choice here, albeit one I don’t envy you. If you continue to fight you will leave me no recourse but to make you more compliant.” He moved lower over her, baring his sharp fangs but maintaining eye contact at all times. “What will it be Dana? What do you choose?” <br><br>In truth he was torn. Part of him wanted her awake and fighting, feisty while he took delight in her flesh. He wanted her to moan and writhe and pant and groan. To give him that human feedback that was so enthralling. And yet at the same time her blood on his lips still tasted so good, so fresh and so fruitful, he wanted to sample more of her delicious bouquet. Still, for now at least - the choice was hers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 01:20:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She felt the betrayal of tears pricking her eyes, and couldn't even blink to get rid of them. She could lay, and let him rape her, or she could fight, be drained, and let him do it. It did not seem like a choice. How could she just let him do it? How could she not? Better to know the horror than be haunted by it subconsciously, right? She didn't answer him. She couldn't even if she wanted. She had no clue, but she relaxed beneath him, for now. It was no use fighting herself. <br><br>Dana was afraid. Terrified, but she was also likely more turned on than she had ever been with a man. <em>What is wrong with me?</em> she wondered. She'd always known she liked her sex... unconventional, but this was beyond. This was dangerous. His yes bore into hers, beautiful and terrible. How could she still be attracted to him? How could she not hate him?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:02:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing her cry his mouth twisted into a cruel smile, knowing that he was perhaps on the way to breaking her rather sooner than he expected. He hoped she wouldn’t completely crumble too easily, then she would lose a great deal of her appeal. His eyes remained locked to hers as he felt her inner struggle, a struggle he’d watched unfold in so many women’s minds. When she relaxed he let out a small sigh, was it happiness? Annoyance? Frustration? <br><br>Moving his hands toward the handcuffs that were attached to strong leather cords he kept watching her for as long as he could, he was as much under her spell as she was under his. Only when he couldn’t latch the restraint in place did he look up briefly, securing it tightly around her wrist before moving to the other. His gaze flicked back over her eyes before he moved to bind her feet too, crawling back up her body. “Good girl Dana. Now, are you ready for a little… fun?” 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 02:10:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As soon as his eyes darted away, Dana jerked, gasping, blinking angrily, and biting her tongue harshly enough to taste blood. Her legs kicked as he moved to fasten them, and she growled, though her fight was only half-hearted. They both knew she wouldn't fight as hard as she could. Yet. "Fun," she scoffed. "You're nothing but a sadist you..." She struggled to find an insult, something to call him. But everything fell flat against her fury and fear. She had no word for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 13:33:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He chuckled a little, both at the fight she displayed and also at the way she fought to insult him. Looking back up at her, past those delicious breasts he managed to get her feet secured without too much effort. “Go on Dana… finish your sentence. What am I? A bastard? A fucker? A vampire? A heartless, cruel, vile excuse for a man? I’ve been called all these things and so much worse, so whatever you’re thinking I’m sure you won’t surprise nor shock me…” <br><br>He moved to sit to her side on the bed, stroking a finger down the line of her cheek. “Relax darling, you might even enjoy yourself.” The tender moment did not last long, as he stood and took her top in his hands, ripping the t-shirt from her body easily to expose the full swell of her breasts as they moved while she breathed. He looked down at them with hungry eyes and discarded the shredded shirt. “I know I’m going to be take a great deal of enjoyment from your body…” 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>14-07-2010, 15:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You're a coward," She growled in reply, already straining against the bonds. Her face jerked away as his finger skimmed lightly down her cheek, her face a silent snarl, eyes glaring hate, trying to hide the lust burning in the embers. A scream of anger at his audacity met his shredding her shirt. She thrashed against the bonds again, the cuffs biting into her wrists and ankles, another scream at his words. She didn't give him any more. She wanted her insult to hit home. She wanted to hurt him, and damn the consequences. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarcyn</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 15:22:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Pausing when she called him a coward his face turned into an ugly snarl and he leant down over her face again, his hot breath running over her skin. “You have no idea what I am…” He hissed, fingers closing around her throat and squeezing tightly for a second. He felt the pulse in her neck and as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh he saw her eyes widen. Still he didn’t relent. Watching closely he could see she was truly struggling for breath now, and despite his outward appearance of rage he had moved past the flash of anger he felt at her words. This was not about vengeance for an insult. He was showing her something much more important…<br><br>Moments before she would have gone limp he released her throat, allowing the much needed oxygen back into her body. His face was still very close to hers and his eyes bore into her. He didn’t say a word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Good Childe ([Sarcyn &amp; Subtle Trouble])</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Subtle Trouble</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 02:05:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Dana thrilled in her small victory for exactly one second. Then his hand clamped around her throat. Her eyes widened, as she struggled against him, fighting anew against her bonds. His horrible face filled her line of sight, black dots dancing in her line of vision. Her face paled, then went red, a tinge of blue creeping in before he released her.<br><br>Dana coughed, wheezing, her throat bruised. A stark white hand mark wreathed her neck. The coughing rocked her, her forehead nearly cracking his nose as she choked and gasped. She was crying again, tears welling down her cheeks from the pain. Slowly, her breath came back, and she slumped, shaking lightly in the bed. Her head still felt fuzzy, and she struggled to swallow. <em>Congratulations,</em> she thought, not daring to voice it, <em> you've managed to scare a helpless, defenceless woman by binding her down choking her. Very courageous.</em>
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