Strange Encounters (Oleander & Sure)
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				Title: <strong>Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 07:38:12</strong>
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				The world was a blur, slowly fading in from black. Colour restoring itself, images coming to a steady halt. She could make out her surroundings despite the darkness. The contour edges, the bold lines. Then she felt it, the body beneath her, the cold structure felt plainly upon her smooth skin. She blinked, as if awakening from a daze, or some disturbed slumber. Slowly her eyes moved, their focus still not clear as she settled in on the vision of him. Golden orbs slowly faded into a pale hazel. A hand planted firmly against his chest. The other drew back and poised to strike. Was she going to hit him?<br><br>The rigid tense posture she was in suddenly melted as her mind finally came to and her vision focused into crystal clear. That was when she realized, though her muscles her lax, that she was still poised as if she was going to hit him. She lowered that hand, and quickly, yet cautiously, clambered off him. Quickly getting to her feet. Her mind was a spinning mess. A million thoughts all screaming at once. How had she gotten here? Why had she been ontop of him? About to hit him? And above it all why was she naked? She glanced down, eyes gazing over the nude line of her body, her hands immediately moving to cover her breasts. <em>Oooh.. Aries what have you done.. what have you done?!</em> She scolded herself in her mind quietly.<br><br>She glanced back to Gabriel. A worried expression danced across her soft features, her pale complexion appeared even more so pale. She was white as could be, as if she'd seen a ghost. A hand moved to push loose, unruly burnette curls from her face. She was afraid of what she might have done, that was evident in her face. Pale lips trembled as she stared wide eyed, and frightful. He must hate her.. whatever she had done.. it must have arisen some questions, some form of anger. Especially if she had been just about to strike him. But the black out.. how did she not remember what had caused it to escalate to this? <br><br>Those trembling lips parted, as if she was trying to speak but the sound wouldn't come out! Oh, dear lord, what had come over her? She was a quiet, well behaved woman! She did her job.. she was just a librarian.. what did she do to be running around at night, nude, and hitting people?! She closed her mouth and closed her eyes. Thick lashes flushed against her cheeks as she tried to calm herself. She parted those lips again, and her voice came out trembling, soft and nearly a whisper. "W-what..happened?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 08:04:46</strong>
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				Gabriel had just spent the night being beaten around by a nigh invincible half wolf half woman who had attacked him for no other reason than he was there. Luckily he was smarter than it was, a feral werewolf had almost no intelligence. Finally all his dodging and stratagems had failed but when the feral beast pounced on him it gave him the chance he had been trying to create himself. He had stared straight into her eyes and managed to force her out of her frenzy, force her out of her form, and back into here Human state. He had been stuck beneath her as she became a Human again and even as a normal Human she had still had him pinned to the ground, though he might have been able to shake her off now.<br><br>He saw the beast exit her eyes, recognition entering them. Then she lowered her hand and clambered off him. He took more time to stand up slowly, somehow it was almost dignified, and began to dust himself off. When he was done he turned to her, brushing her hair out of her face and covering her breasts and gave her a look over. She seemed to have no more hair than normal, nothing to indicate that she was anything but fully transformed back. That was good, it meant she made smooth transformations. Rough transformations could become massive and complicated problems and he didn't want that. He did find it amusing, though, that she covered her breasts but left exposed the area between her legs. She seemed afraid, of what he couldn't be sure, but that was a normal reaction.<br><br>Then she tried to speak. He stood there patiently, and finally she managed to whisper the question. What happened? He answered simply and truthfully, he would be telling her the truth from now on instead of his constant lies by omission. In contrast to her response he seemed calm and as if this was nothing extraordinary to him, "You attacked me, tried to kill me. Almost got me a few times too. You can get rather vicious it seems, beneath that librarian exterior of yours there's an animal just waiting to get out. You ruined your apartment pretty thoroughly in the process, tore it to pieces." He moved up close to her and used his hand to brush away some of her stray curls himself and said, this time in a sympathetic voice, "But don't worry, I'm here to help."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 08:23:36</strong>
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				"Here to help!?" The words came out slight appalled as she settled back into her own body. Became aware, and familiar with herself once again. Though she was familiar with him as well, there was something new. Something unfamiliar about the way he smelled, the way he moved. It all seemed sharper, as if she was viewing the world different. It all seemed crisp, heightened, and oh so alluring. She felt the brush of his fingertips as he pushed away some strands of curls. A blush automatically flourishing across her cheeks. Dear God, she could stand to be naked, but one little touch and she was blushing like a moron.<br><br>"What is really going on?" Her voice trembled with this question, as she played back everything he had just told her. She was trying to remember. But it all seemed in vein. She could remember small things.. like bits of her apartment, shedding her clothing... Destroying things. Why had she been destroying things? This was the point where her head began to ache. She reached with a hand to rub at her temple, closing her eyes and trying to ease her mind away from searching aimlessly for memories she couldn't even vaguely remember.<br><br>"I'm so sorry Gabriel.." Aries whispered quietly. She didn't know what to do, or how to act. She didn't know if she should be shielding herself from eyes view, or stand there stark naked and proud! She buried her hands in her face, being sure to cover her breasts in the process. She wasn't all too worried about the lower half of her. It was just skin after all, the little intricate parts were well hidden in the way she stood. "Clothes... I need clothes." She murmured, quite embarrassed now as reality set in.<br><br>She was shaking, cold, and frightened. He was telling her she had attacked him. Gabriel? Why would she attack Gabriel? And how on earth had she managed to pin him? In some feral attempt to kill him? So many questions, of which the answers she doubted she would believe. Little Aries couldn't harm a fly. She was small by nature, five foot three and a quarter inch. A hundred and twenty pounds. She was easily breakable, not easily likely to break others. Oh her head was spinning, the sudden rush of it all had her feeling woozy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 08:48:48</strong>
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				He smiled at her blush. She had always been sexy to him in that hot librarian sort of way, just missing the glasses, but standing her naked she had a certain beauty. That observation came despite the fact she had just tried to kill him, but it didn't block out the normal stream of his consciousness. He wondered if she had been attracted to him for some time, he knew she was shy, but that was just an assumption on his part and something to be explored after he was sure she wouldn't try and maul him again.<br><br>When she asked what was going on, her voice trembling, he said, "What I told you is true, and as for why it happened... You wouldn't believe me." As she rubbed at her temples he repeated simply, as if by repetition it would give her strength and prove itself true, "I'm here to help." After a pause just long enough to separate the preceding statement from the next one he said, "You probably won't be able to remember much, that's normal, I think. Don't worry."<br><br>When she said she was sorry, whispering quietly, he just smiled at her in a friendly manner. Then she buried her face in her hands and asked for clothes. No doubt she was embarrassed, frightened, confused, and any other combination of whirling emotions. She was also certainly cold, something she couldn't help standing naked out in the night. She didn't seem to be standing very stably and she was shaking so he moved to her side and in one move scooped her up so he was carrying her, holding her with his hands under her knees and on her back. He began to walk.<br><br>Soon, they reached a very clean building. He opened the door and entered, they were alone. He went up the stairs past the various apartments and opened one, he placed her gently on a couch and then went back to close and lock the door. All the blinds were closed, and the room was neat and clean. He walked into another room and came out with a set of clothes in her size, including underwear, and lay them down next to her. He said, "When you're ready." Then he stepped out to another room for a moment and returned with two mugs, placing one on the table near her and sipping from the other himself, he said, "I don't think you'll be able to live in your apartment for a while now. My couch is open." He added in his mind his bed was too. She was attractive and he was a man, wanting her was only normal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 09:08:08</strong>
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				So this was it? She was reduced to a quivering heap of confusion in a matter of mere seconds and he was the only one who could help her? It was like something out of one of her fantasy novels. She couldn't help but stifle a small laugh, only her chain of thought was broken as he swept her off her feet. What was he now? Some kind of prince charming? On that note...dually noted, he was handsome, and her attraction thus far was only increasing. She hoped to god he couldn't tell. She was blushing like a fool, and her mind kept running off into unrealistic ideals, and fantasies. <br><br>He walked, and she used the bounce of his stride to count, to calm her nerves and relax a little, clinging to him, arms strewn over his shoulders and her face buried in the crook of his neck. A small whiff, he smelt good. She practically purred in that instant. Nuzzling somewhat affectionately. Where had that come from? She played the idea in her mind, ignoring her current ideals. She needed to stay stable, to find some clothes, get warm, and relax. She wanted to understand what was going on before she let these new found sensations drive her to an extreme. <br><br>A quiet building, clean, upkeep was astounding. The climb past the other apartments had her mind whirling again. Where was he taking her? Finally he entered into one of the apartments and set her down on the couch. The lush, soft feel of being surrounding by cushions relaxed her nerves a bit and helped to warm her chilled flesh. He left the room and returned with clothing. She managed to move, though when she dressed, at this point she figured modesty was a bust. She wasn't ashamed, she had a nice body. Hourglass figure, shapely hips, flat stomach, and decent breasts. 36 C, what most men considered the perfect size. <br><br>She shimmied into the clothes and sat back down on the couch, brushing her hair back out of her face, the long unruly strands cascaded down her back, side swept bangs in a bit of disarray. She looked up to him as he presented a mug. She picked it up and sniffed lightly, sipping the contents before letting out a long sigh. "Thank you." She responded quietly, uncertain of what to say. She didn't know how well she'd fair, sleeping on his couch. He was strikingly handsome, and her utter attraction was killing her. And she thought spending time with him in the library was nerve wracking, bring on the crazy. <br><br>"I promise, I'll try not to attack you in your sleep." The words came out with a small laugh, she was joking. A sign she was starting to relax, to try and understand this. "So tell me exactly Gabriel...what am I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 09:34:09</strong>
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				Gabriel saw her blushing and clinging to him and was glad she could derive comfort from it. Besides, it was good sign for his chances. He mentally scolded himself for trying to get into her pants. Not that he believed it was wrong to try and get into her pants, but more that now was not the time. She blushed and he enjoyed that, the idea that she was still an innocent to be deflowered still held a power over him. She nuzzled with him and his smile grew wider.<br><br>After she was on the couch and dressed somewhat, she did have a body to die for, he sat on a chair on an angle. He was next to her but the angle was such that he was facing her at the same time. He did hope she was comfortable, he was not a cold person by any account. He nodded at her thanks and he looked around the apartment. Everything was how he had left it. He looked back at her and smiled at her joke, twice as funny for him because he didn't sleep. Then she asked what she was and his smile slowly faded.<br><br>He leaned back in his chair and said, "I'd suggest you lay down, grip something, whatever you do to make yourself comfortable. Actually, I have a teddy bear to snuggle if you want him. And I doubt you'll believe me, but I'll tell you anyway." He took a sip of the tea in his cup, but he had put coffee in hers. Hundreds of years of tea would take time to be uprooted by this coffee upstart for him. He continued, "There are many names for what you are. I believe, with the modern fiction, what you'd call yourself is a werewolf. You've been starting your transformation for a while now, you fully transformed tonight. Luckily I was able to stop you before you did anything more than property damage and chasing me around town." He paused, taking another ship, allowing her to process what he had just told her.<br><br>"I've been waiting for this to happen. It's why I have those clothes. You went feral, rampant, whatever you want to call it tonight. You transformed into your werewolf form and started attacking things. Luckily, as a werewolf you lack anything resembling a mind. In fact, it didn't even occur to your werewolf form to leave your apartment until I made the mistake of opening the door. When I say I'm here to help, I mean that. I'm here to make sure you gain control over your wolf form, to teach you how to control it." He didn't add that he was also supposed to put her down if she failed. He looked her straight in the eyes and said with all the seriousness he could muster, "I am telling you the truth and I swear this is all true."<br><br>Then a smile crept over his face, "So, if you're the distressed damsel, and the werewolf is the monster, that makes me prince charming doesn't it? And I win in the end, and we ride off into the sunset and do whatever we do when we live happily ever after?" He struck an overly heroic, to the point of parody, pose while still sitting in the chair and stared off into the distance, then turned his head back to her smiling. He hoped his attempt at humor would make this easier for her to swallow.
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				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 09:58:53</strong>
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				This just kept getting better and better. The first sip of coffee and she was wired. She set the cup down before she damaged herself any further. She was definately not a coffee drinker. The new spark of energy helped her cope with what exactly he said next. Each word was followed by another and she found herself more and more in disbelief. The corners of her mouth twitched, those full lips quirked into an awkward smile. Oh, by all means she believed him.. but just imagine...Little Aries.. the big bad wolf?<br><br>She laughed, the sound soft like silver bells. She was amused, even more so as he began to strike his poses for the prince charming role. Funny, how her life began to more and more fit into the roles of her favorite books. As if they had all fallen off the shelf and their pages had mingled and mixed. Changing the story lines and creating the hazard that was her life. She shifted some and chewed her bottom lip, tossing the thought around in her head. So she's the damsel.. and the monster.. how exactly did that work out for him?<br><br>She looked up at him, those pale blue eyes a little tickled with disbelief.. but there was trust there. She trusted him, and trusted he was telling the truth. "I believe you." She finally piped up. Then a smile plastered across her face as she shifted a little and suddenly got up, moving over to him she leaned, placing both hands against the arms of his chair and bringing her face close to his. Burnette curls falling to curtain her face as she stared him in the eyes.<br><br>"So that makes me the big bad wolf..." She cooed. A little bit more confident with herself. So the new, crisp sensation of the world.. the new feelings, the new smells. Everything that was happening, it made her feel a bit more powerful, a little less weak, and a whole lot more confident. Aries had spent her whole life only dreaming about such things.. teased and tortured by others.. only in the end, to find out she was the monster, the thing she dreamed of. She was powerful and they were weak. "So Gabriel.. what preytell..does that make you...A vampire?"<br><br>She guessed, merely by his mentioning of wanting to help her. "If I follow my studies correctly, it was the undead who had an uncanny calling for controlling wereanimals, any form of loup-garou, or lycanthrope. Which ever term floats your boat. But each vampire had their own special little animal they could control." She purred a little and stepped back. "Guess that makes me your bitch." She teased playfully. The idea rolling in her head, presenting some veyr pleasant ideas..but now was not the time to go galavanting around, pining after him. So that explained it. "You're a vampire." She determined without just cause. Would he blame her?<br><br>"That's kinda sexy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 10:19:13</strong>
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				He smiled at her laughter, that was a good sign. She wasn't freaking out, she wasn't denying it, she wasn't attacking him, she wasn't calling a local priest, there were a list of bad experiences that went on for miles. But she just accepted it and that made him like her all the more. He never knew what to expect but he loved being pleasantly surprised. She seemed to be thinking, he knew both from her facial expression and the habit of chewing her lower lip.<br><br>She looked at him and said she believed him and he smiled more widely. He wasn't sure whether to praise her or just stay silent and hoped something else good happened. It did, she stood up suddenly and she stood in front of him, bringing her face close to his and staring into his eyes. She cooed that she was the big bad wolf and he said, "I'm certainly not Little Red Riding Hood." He saw confidence growing in her eyes. It was good to be confident but unchecked it turned into arrogance and her power meant even small moral failings could have consequences.<br><br>He was surprised when she guessed what he was a vampire, he simply nodded affirmatively. Then she showed her scholarly ability for researching the supernatural, purring out the facts. It wasn't quite correct, but it was close. But he didn't want to lecture her about the small details of the world she was now a part of, not yet anyway. Then she stepped back and said that made her his bitch, teasing, he teased back, "Well, then, I'll just have to collar you."<br><br>Then she stated outright that he was a vampire, and he was about to tell her yes when she added a few unexpected words. That's kinda sexy. He paused for a moment, he had&nbsp; not expected to hear anything like that. After a moment he regained himself, and said "I am a vampire." Then he teased, "And I am not kinda sexy, I am drop dead beat-them-off with a stick sexy. What about you? How will you balance the quiet librarian sexy with the wild animalistic she-wolf sexy? We have a conflict of sexiness going on here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:20:29</strong>
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				Sure it didn't make him little red riding hood, but it made him quite the impressive woodsman. Then he started with the complications of their new found sexiness problem. Such a childish thing to bicker about, but it was all in fun play. She tossed the idea around before sliding lightly into his lap. It was all a tease he'd be well aware of that. Aries was openly playful. She tapped his cheek and then spoke. "I'm the quiet librarian sexy... which makes me a freak in the bed... then there's the vicious she-wolf sexy... that makes me submissive in bed, but even better than the rest. Then there's you... this drop dead beat-them-off with a stick sexy.. that usually means your looks are compensating for the lack of skill in bed." Oh what a shot at his ego. Was that a challenge?<br><br>"Of course, you could prove yourself. But who am I to challenge someone with centuries of experience?" She slipped off his lap and moved back to the couch, leaning back against the armrest, legs crossed and laid across the expanse of cushiosn. Sure it was a lot to handle, a lot to let sink in, but without humor and acceptance it would only create problems. And with his help, hopefully she could learn to control it, and whenever she transformed she would no longer lose her memory of it, but gain new feelings, new memories, new sensations. Just like the ache in her loins. Teasing him had been a bad idea.. she'd only been teasing herself. Nothing was more arousing then the thought of vampire sex. <br><br>Oh! too many vampire novels for her. She shook her head and laughed at herself, lips curled into a sweet smile the entire time. She&nbsp; brushed her hair from her face and glanced about his apartment. He had been so prepared for something she never believed in.. and now she was tossed into centuries old magic, and a world that lingered beneath the glamourous skin of every living being. There was a little bit of monster in everyone, and apparently a lot in her. <br><br>"So Gabriel, does that solve the sexy delima?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:45:32</strong>
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				He smiled as she slid into his lap and tapped his cheek playfully. She was teasing him, but still, that was a better reaction than most gave him. A submissive freak in bed, he combined her two descriptions into. This time his mind didn't even wander to the fact they were getting off subject, he just appreciated Aries in his lap flirting with him. Then she said he was compensating, he took it without apparent reaction, merely using his hand to trace down the side of her face and cheek as she made reference to his experience and the possibility he would prove himself. "So, then, I guess those books about vampires are all wrong and we're all sexually challenged milquetoasts, but then, why are you here?" The answer to that question wasn't the one he exactly wanted, but he hoped she wouldn't challenge it.<br><br>He had read the new vampire novels with some amusement. He certainly wasn't averse to having his kind considered a sex symbol, but he could remember the time when peasants came at him with fire and pitch forks. He remembered when they had caught him as well. The truth was that vampires could be every bit as nice as Humans but had three things going against them. First, the need to feed on Humans did not generally endear them to their prey even if it wasn't necessary to kill. Second, many vampires had memories of the Humans ruthlessly trying to kill them, which was not something to build a kind personality. Third, their society and culture had grown out of such times, and did not encourage kindness as much as survival.<br><br>Then she slipped off of him and went back to the couch and lay out across it, crossing her legs over it and leaning against the arm rest. She seemed to sit there and smile, brushing the curls from her face and then she asked if she had solved the sexy dilemma. As she sat there he became aware of the ache she had left behind in her wake, an ache that demanded attention. All the same, he said, "Perhaps it does, time will tell. However, you've left me with a new dilemma. I now see the couch is far too small and you'd be uncomfortable and I can't have that as your host. Perhaps you would rather share my bed?" <br><br>There was the offer. He wasn't sure if she would accept, but she couldn't blame him for getting the impression she wanted it. And if she said no, he knew her well enough that she was reasonable enough to not blame him for making it. It might make things... awkward, though. He felt that tight anticipation and worry as he awaited her answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:58:47</strong>
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				Oh he knew she was only joking. "Whether your not you're good in bed is your business." She teased. Only for the conversation ending in him making her an offer. An offer she found hard to resist. The idea of sharing a bed with him stirred something inside of her and that ache didn't dull, it sharpened and made her shift almost as if uncomfortable to be sitting there alone.<br><br>A Slender brow rose inquisitively. She toyed with the idea before slowly rising up off the couch and grabbing his hand, tugging him playfully from his seat. " alright.. lead the way...but on one condition." She smirked. "Promise NOT to keep your hands to yourself?" She purred, the words almost a whisper. Oh she loved teasing him. Aries was quite the little minx. But the events of the night had her mind all fuzzy. From waking up ontop of him -naked- to him carrying her to his apartment. As if sitting on him naked hadn't been arousing. She shook her head a bit and smiled.<br><br>Once she had successfully pulled him from his chair she gestured for him to lead the way. Now Aries was mindful everything she read wasn't true. She had searched ancient transcripts, old scribes and scrolls. Reading the many legends of vampires, werewolves and fae. Of the many different courts they traversed. She breathed in his scent as he stood near her, the smell was enticing, entrancing.. and very arousing. "mmn..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:43:57</strong>
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				He watched for her reaction, it felt like she was dragging out the answer. Then she slowly rose up and tugged at his hand, and he smiled, that was acceptance in his mind. Then she confirmed it with words and a smirk, and told him not to keep his hands to himself, purring. He smiled, "Only if you return the favor." She shook her head and gestured for him to lead the way, and he took her hand lead her down a short hallway and into a room. He closed the door behind them.<br><br>He looked down over her and then up at her face. He said, in a low but calm voice, "I have an aching that only you can satisfy. No more teasing or I'll have to throw you on the bed and force myself on you." Then he kissed her, without quite meaning to, and after a moment he pulled back. He managed to get her shirt off, and her pants off, with speed even he didn't know he had leaving her in her underwear, dragging his fingers near her breasts and her sex. He smiled, his fingers now playing around her bare stomach as he looked at her face. "This time I get to be on top." He smiled at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 06:00:59</strong>
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				"Oh of course darling!" She purred playfully to his response. Following as he lead her back to the bedroom. Closing the door behind them and encasing them in the most enticing darkness she'd ever found herself. He had her cornered and she liked the idea of it. Her eyes studied him quietly as he looked her over, his voice calm, and low spoken.<br><br>Sending chills down her spine. She murred and grinned. "Throw me down and force yourself upon me? I like the idea of that.." She challenged. Finding her lips meshed tightly to his, only to catch a quick breath moments later, her clothes easily stripped and tossed to the floor. So much for that, she spent what.. half an hour, an hour tops in them? She purred and shivered to the expsure to the cool air. Leaving her in just the thin material that clad her sex. She hadn't worn a bra, for she hadn't been give one. <br><br>His smooth fingers worked over her sensitive areas before spanning over her stomach. and his voice came out again. Like liquid heat it brushed over her, and sweet as honey had her body practically begging for more. She let her fingertips trail along the hem of his shirt, grabbing it and pulling it up and off of his body before letting those nimble digits work at his belt and pants. Unfastening them as quickly as she could to the best of her ability. "Mmn...You can be on top all you want.. Gabriel." She whispered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 06:28:37</strong>
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				He smiled at her and stood there in only his underwear as well. His hands continued to trace around her, He was perilously aware of how thin her panties were, how easy it would be to rip them off and expose what lay below. The very thought of it started to get his member hard. With an almost calm air, he removed her panties, letting them fall to the floor. Now there was not a scrap of clothes on her body, and he revealed his length, hard, erect, ready to penetrate her. He used one hand to rub her face and kissed her again, then pulled away. He made one last joke, "I think you're in heat."<br><br>Then, in a sudden instant, he had her upon the ground, holding her down and forcing his way inside her. He knew it would be a pain to clean the carpet and he didn't care, pure animalistic desire had taken over any practical thoughts. He thrust into her deeply, not sparing her gently but forcing his way into her again and again and again. He was careful not to cause her actual damage, but she had been the one who wanted force. Meanwhile, his mouth began to work, nipping at her neck, as he used his hands to force her down and keep her from moving. She couldn't resist him if she wanted to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 06:44:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shivered and his touch didn't help. Oh but his joke had her growling playfully and lightly snapping at him before she found herself being shoved to the ground and a quite eager vampire forcing himself upon her. She gasped and struggled against him for the sake of it. To make it interesting, peak his desires. She arched her back and moaned aloud as he forced his way inside of her, impaling her with that hardened flesh. She whimpered and moaned delightfully. Her body pinned beneath his.<br><br>Her hands reached for the closest thing she could grasp, be it his shoulders, or his arms. She let her nails lightly bite into his flesh as he thrust again and again. Each movement of his hips mimicked by her own. Every forceful shove had her crying out in pleasure. He felt so good inside of her. Her head canted, exposing the tender line of her neck as he nipped. The sharp little bites turning her on. "Oh Gabriel!" She moaned his name, and attempted to resist for the hell of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 06:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He enjoyed her struggling and her moans and her arching back. The moans and whimpers were particularly delicious and he went into her more and more deeply. She moved with him, despite her struggles he knew she was enjoying it. She managed to grab onto his forearms and her nails bit into him. As she continued to try and resist he only held onto her harder. He loved her cries of pleasure almost as much as he liked her pussy closing around him.<br><br>She moaned his name and he took his teeth and dragged them across her throat, then licked the line he just created with his teeth. Then he nipped her again, this time drawing a small bead of blood on her neck. He sped up, thrusting in and out faster and faster, harder and harder, and soon his sizable dick was consumed by her pussy as his hips hit hers with every new thrust. Meanwhile, his chest began to press against her breasts as he began to trap her under the whole of his body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 07:21:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She whimpered and pleaded, begging for more as he took her. His teeth grazing her sensitive neck followed by his warm tongue. She gasped and moaned. Feeling the pressure of his strength being applied to hold her down to the floor. She was going to have rug burn.. oh well. She struggled still until he drew that small bead of blood. The scent entived her, her heart beat rapidly and a hunger rose in her but she fought to control it, she wanted this experience. <br><br>She felt his hips collide with hers, heated and heavy. The sounds of sex filled the room along with her moans and panting breath. She felt her pleasure building, coiling in the pit of her stomach. Her walls tightened around him in warning. She was going to come soon, her orgasm was quickly moving upon her and she couldn't do anything to fight it off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 07:38:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The reaction he got showed how much she was enjoying herself. He expanded the small wound slightly, it would still heal without leaving a mark and could easily be covered by a band-aid. Then he kissed it and nipped at it and licked it in turn, before moving on to make another one on her neck, dragging his teeth along her from one location to the next. He could smell her arousal as much as he could hear her breath and her moans and he felt her walls tightening, realizing from that and other signs she was about to orgasm he considered keeping her on the edge for a moment, then decided that could wait. He had to keep a few tricks back, after all. He thrusted again and again, harder and faster still, and with one last might thrust he did not withdraw and released his seed deep within her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 22:28:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He increased the length of his mark, and proceeded to make another incision. She gasped and whimpered, her walls tightening around him as he slammed his weight down against her, her back arched against the carpet. He flooded her insides just as quickly as he walls fluttered around him, her orgasm hit her like a brick wall and she cried out in pleasure, her body spasmed a little. Quivering beneath him as she came, whimpering like a true submissive. That felt heavenly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 22:48:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shuddered himself and smiled down at her, kissing her on the lips before dismounting her. He pulled her up so she was standing along with him, off of the carpet and then embraced her for a moment before saying, "You know, you've always been a flirt but I thought I could resist you." Then he let her go, but kept her hand and guided her to the bed, pulling the covers up and guiding her inside before following her in himself. He pulled the covers back over them and brought his hands around so they were holding her over stomach and they were cuddling close together.<br><br>He moved one of his hands and gently touched the marks he had made on her neck, evidence of what had just transpired between them. He could give her band-aids tomorrow for them, his mind returned to practicalities for a moment. Then he smiled at her and trailed his hand back down to her side and said, "So, does that mean that you're my bitch after tonight? And I'll have to deal with you every time you're in heat?" His voice seemed wearied by his newest task but it was obvious beneath that he enjoyed the thought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 23:07:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She stood as he pulled her to herfeet, her small lithe frame easily tugged about. "You know you can't resist me." She teased. Her body feeling the aching soreness now from having challenged him. How he had stood up to that challenge and knocked her down a notch or two! she embraced him momentarily before follow him to the bed, crawling beneath the sheets and snuggling into the warmth of the soft plush mattress she felt him move in behind her, his hands wrapped around her stomach and her body snuggled against his. He was a cuddler. Cute.<br><br>He teased a hand over the bite marks, a notorious sign of claim. When a female of any species carried this mark, particularly in the loup breed, it ment she was claimed, owned in a sense. He owned her and he knew it. "Well that of course is only if you want to.. you're a vampire.. I don't know how you work.. does this make me your bitch?" She questioned. She had no problem being his bitch if he was always that dominant in bed, and what did he mean in heat? She'd only been horny. Had she been in heat.. one round probably wouldn't have been enough.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 00:32:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled her closer to him, and ran a hand through her hair softly. He liked this, as much as he liked being on top and forcing his way into her, when he was done he wanted to hold her close. It wasn't as good as sex but he loved the feel of her body against his, of the closeness, of the intimacy, even if it wasn't sexual. Okay, maybe it was sexual, but he liked to think there was something more and in these times it became much easier.<br><br>When she said she didn't know how vampires worked he said, "It's simple, this doesn't make you my bitch. To a vampire, everyone is always their bitch." He used the hand in her hair to pull it, opening her mouth to a firmly planted kiss. "But I like you, so you can be my special bitch." He smiled at her, it served another purpose as well. If she was thoroughly implanted in her mind as a mate she would probably not try to harm him in werewolf form. "How does that sound, bitch?" He managed to turn the word into an affectionate pet name.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 00:45:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She curled close to him, feeling his hand in her hair only to feel his fist tighten and her head drawn back as he opened her mouth to a firm kiss. She gasped and moaned against that kiss as she trailed her fingertips down his side. "Mmn.. I'll be your special bitch." She purred. Nipping his bottom lip softly and dragging her nails lightly up along his back.<br><br>"Sounds wonderful." She purred lazily, comfortable and content. She fixed the thought in the back of her mind. He was her alpha, she was his bitch. That's how this would work. Maybe it would play out in his attempt to help her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 01:08:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He loved the sensation of her response, the sound of her gasps and moans, the nips and nails she used to grab onto him. She said she would be his special bitch, she said it sounded wonderful, and he smiled. It had been a long time since he had had someone he kept as a lover, though he had never been short on sex or female companionship. He was remembering now why he did it, from time to time. He would enjoy this newest ward thoroughly.<br><br>He ran his hand down her side and his other hand down her back, keeping her close as she nuzzled. He loved this feeling of her with him, both of them lazy, content, wanting to melt into each other. He said, "You smell delicious, bitch." He moved slightly and licked at her two wounds. "But you should sleep, your library will be stealing you from me for a time, tomorrow." He licked at her wounds again, "But the marks will remain, for everyone to see that you're mine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 21:11:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				the warmth of his tongue swept over those incisions and she shivered lightly. "mmn.. I don't wanna think about the library." She purred, pressing closer to him beneath the warmth of the bedsheets. Pulling them higher around their two bodies she closed her eyes. She couldn't exactly sleep just yet. She was still pretty wound up over everything that had happened. Not only had she just had sex with Gabriel.. she'd had sex with a vampire.. Gabriel was a vampire. Ontop of that.. she was a werewolf.. wasn't that a big no no?<br><br>Weren't Werewolves and Vampires supposed to hate eachother? Not sleep together? She shrugged it off and pressed tightly into him, breathing in his wonderful scent mixed with the smell of sex, sweat and blood. She took a small lick, letting her tongue trail against the nape of his neck. "Do I have to go tomorrow? I can't take a day off?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 21:34:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When she said she didn't want to think about the library and asked if she could take a day off he used his hand to caress her face gently and said, "If that is your wish, it is fine with me. You have a good excuse as well, since you ripped apart your own home the cover story will be that a gas pipe exploded in your bedroom." When he saw the look on her face he paused a moment and then ran his hand down further and said, "What is a matter, bitch?" Again, it was an affectionate way of saying it. Then he said for a moment, "I am here to explain things to you, you know. If it's just that you can't go to sleep I can help you with that." He grinned for a moment, not showing his teeth.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 05:27:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"It's just.. I have all this energy. Tonight has been full of all kinds of surprises.. Its got me excited in so many ways, its hard to handle." She purred quietly. Snuggling into the pillow and feeling his touch slide down further, she loved it. Then he flashed that grin and she quirked a slender brow and eyed him curiously. "Now what are -you- grinning about?" She cooed playfully, quietly. She loved hearing him call her bitch, in the most affectionate way possible. Such a shameful term had never been used so... sweetly. It gave her chills.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 20:37:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She said she had a lot of energy, and that she was excited in so many ways she couldn't handle it. She purred and snuggled into the pillow and eyed him, asking him what he was grinning about. He said, "I have a new special bitch." He ran his hand down to her leg and used it to pull them closer, meanwhile his other hand moved to stroke her head. He had expected this to turn out much more poorly than it had, with werewolves it was often necessary to put them down. "Of course, I'm also grinning about this." He took her head by her hair and pulled it back, exposing her neck instead of her face as his teeth plunged down into her.<br><br>He could feel her, he could taste her. He felt the beat of her heart, he tasted her arousal and her comfort and her contentedness. He tasted her intelligence, her love for books, her energy, the sum of who she was was. Throughout there was a strong taste of werewolf. He didn't consume it, he merely tasted it, as he took out the all vital resource he was after: her blood. After a short time he was done, he had taken a lot of blood but not enough that it would damage her body in any way.<br><br>He released her and guided her down to the pillow, any excess energy she may have had should be gone now. He wanted to see her reaction. Some people found being fed upon extremely painful, some found it no different from being bitten. However, there were those who found the experience pleasant, and not just because it was a bite. Some found it such an incredibly pleasurable experience they became addicted to it, others orgasmed when fed upon, sometimes multiple time, and some simply found it divinely pleasurable. The reaction was an individual thing and he looked on at his bitch to see hers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 08:32:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He pulled her head back by her hair and she felt those fangs bite into her flesh. Dipping deep into her essence. The small tinge of pain rolled over quickly and she felt him tasting all of her. The pleasure of such an intimate tasting had her wanting to writhe beneath him but she lay practically still. Letting the sensations roll over her body. What had once been raw energy rippled now like a tamed lick of a flame. Warming the flesh and calming the nerves. <br><br>She could feel him tasting every last part of her, drinking away her energy. Leaving her body tired, and in need of rest. What energy she had gained was now lost, especially as he laid her back into the pillow. She smiled some and curled into the pillow, the effect of his feeding had been quite pleasurable, but had he not just drained her of her energy she would have encouraged him to keep going, and made it clear to him the state of arousal he'd put her in.<br><br>She knew, from many legends and lore, that her taste must be very bitter to him. Seeing as how she was a werewolf. Their kinds didn't often mix, but she was glad he wasn't here to hurt her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 20:48:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't taste bitter because how she tasted was not really related to the actual tastes one gets from food. She did taste like werewolf, which wasn't the best taste in the world, but the taste of her arousal and lust combined with the werewolf's natural animalistic nature made for a combination that tasted delicious. So it was a combination of a good and bad, mixed, and not altogether unpleasant for him. As he pulled back he left the two puncture wounds on her, normally he had ways so they would close and not raise suspicion but he wanted to leave those for her in a symbol of ownership and, simultaneously, trust.<br><br>He stroked her head as she curled into the pillow and waited for her to fall asleep for the night. Werewolves needed to sleep, vampires did not. After she was asleep he got up and closed everything so the sun wouldn't get into the apartment. After he had done that he kissed her as she slept then went into another room. He had superiors to report to and a night to occupy, waiting for her to wake up. He used the time for a variety of things, among them creating a viable cover story and implementing it so that nothing would be suspected. It was a simple enough story, they had been out for a night that had ended at his place the night the pipe had exploded, he was letting her stay here as long as she needed. Meanwhile, dawn broke. The only indication of this was the clocks that were all over the house, but none were set to alarm. No sunlight seeped into the apartment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 22:54:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She curled into the sheets and easily fell asleep. The night passed with dreams flooding with memories. Memories that were hers.. but unclear. She could make out faces, voices.. but she could not put names to those faces. Some were from childhood memories, others on nights she didn't remember. Victims? Friends? Enemies? She stirred in the early hours, what should have been dawn woke to nothing but darkness. <br><br>She blinked her eyes a few times, the pupils swallowed by a honey gold as her eyes focused and the room became clear. She remembered, She was at Gabriel's apartment. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed and the sudden brisk exposure to the chill room reminded her she was naked. She ran her fingertips over her neck, grazing over the two sets of bite marks. Two marks in one night, lovely. She smiled to herself and searched around for the clothes he'd given her. <br><br>She slipped into the panties, then hitched up the pants and threw on the shirt. She padded barefoot into the living room, running her fingers through tossled honey curls. She sniffed around the room, trying to pick him out of the blinding darkness. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 23:42:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel saw her come out in a somewhat untidy state. He moved over and turned on a light switch and the room became relatively light, though it still looked like night. He said, "Sorry, about the dark. Sunlight and all that. I find an apartment that's been closed off from it much more appealing than a stuffy coffin. Actually, I've never slept in a coffin." He reflected for a moment. Then he added, "You slept rather late, I've already called the library and told them you're still recovering from the shock of your house blowing up. They've given you some time off, paid time off, even."<br><br>After a small pause he added, "I made some ham and bacon and eggs, but you slept later than I thought you would." He held up a plate with the food, all cold now. "Though actually, if you want it's time for lunch. I've heard that werewolf transformations give them all kinds of ravenous appetites." He gave her a smile, letting a hint of what had happened last night enter his comment. After a moment he said, "Oh, right. Those marks on your neck will heal like any wound, probably quicker actually, because you're a werewolf. And if you want to go outside with me we can, but if the sunlight touches me I'll lose my powers until night. Actually, my powers will get weaker and weaker as time goes on anyway, but I still prefer to stay in the dark and keep them." He said this like he was instructing her, which was part of his job anyway. "Any questions yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 01:23:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he flicked on the light, her pupils dilated in a very feral manner, swallowing her eyes in a molten golden ember. She watched him. Studying him. Her mind registering him as a threat, but at the same time a friend. His scent was familiar, it lingered on her skin. She was still in a sleep driven daze. Her mind wasn't clear yet. She listened to him talk about food.. and the library right down into her unusual cravings. She moved through the apartment like she knew it from top to bottom.<br><br>"I'm not hungry... not in the sense of food anyway..."<br><br>She glanced around quietly. She was surveying, studying, an instinct that was new to her but had found itself home in her mind as if it had always been there. Her wolven antics were beginning to rise. <br><br>"Though.. it would be a good idea for me to get new clothes.. I see no reason to Salvage whats left of my apartment. "<br><br>Common thinking. She could hear the unnatural inflection in her voice, the tone.. it wasn't like her. It was still soft, and sweet.. but there was an underlying tone that gave off a warning to those who could hear it. She shook her head a small bit and human emotion seemed to flood back into her, her eyes calmed, fading into their normal warm soft blue as she gazed to him, a smile on her lips.<br><br>"Brave the sunlight to help me go clothes shopping? My tastes are rather poor."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 02:04:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He just smiled as she said she wasn't hungry for food, and the implications made him think this would be a fun day. She seemed to glance around the room. He hadn't done much to it but he simply let her do this. Perhaps it was part of her new behavior. Then she said she wanted new clothes and she had no reason to salvage the old from her apartment and asked him to come with her. All the same, he could detect something animalistic in her voice. He ignored it, and said, "Just as well, I don't think there would be much to salvage." Then he stood up and walked over to wrap his arm around her, "And my tastes are terrible. In fact, if it was up to me, you wouldn't wear clothes at all. But I can't have anyone but me seeing my bitch nude so I'll have to tolerate it."<br><br>As he started to walk out of the building with her he added, "Besides, it'll be a chance to get you some good lingerie and a few fun toys." Then he opened the door and took her to his car, opening the door for her then closing it for her, then getting in himself and driving. Soon they were in the commercial district where most anything was within walking distance, he managed to get a spot almost immediately and stepped out, opening her door for her again. Then he smiled and said, "Anything you want, I more than have the money, bitch." Again he used the affectionate term, not seeming to care it was public.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 06:49:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She slipped into the car easily, and smiled up at him before he closed the door. As&nbsp; they drove she remained silent for the majority of the ride, and as they found a space to park and he opened the door for her, cooing those affectionate little words she smiled. "I'm sure you do." She teased, stepping out of the car and letting the door close behind her. In the haste of leaving the apartment she had pulled those honey curls into a neat ponytail and thrown on some shoes and a bra. Making sure her appearance was at least somewhat presentable.<br><br>She bit back a small yawn and glanced about at the centre. She'd never shopped here, always having to wear suits to work, or a bit more formal wear. Her casual clothes consisted of slacks and shirts. But it felt good to wear jeans and other sorts of casual clothes, she had ideas of a new wardrobe drifting about in her head.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>27-08-2009, 23:19:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel looked over her, found that she hadn't become any less attractive in the daylight and smiled. He was also happy that she seemed to be still happy with him, in the day he was not supernaturally charismatic, there was no magical draw to him, like there was at night. He didn't like being out in the sun but he soothed that discomfort by looking at his bitch and admiring her form, her figure, her curves, her face. He smiled at her and gently put his arm around her shoulders.<br><br>He said, "You know me, bitch, I prefer you don't wear clothes at all. You should choose something out for yourself." He smiled and whispered into her ear, "Just remember to pick out the right lingerie." He gave her a peck on the cheek as he pulled away and then said, "So, seriously, anything you want." He pulled a bit closer, this time more in secret than in flirting, "When you live as long as I have, you accumulate a lot of capital."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 04:07:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Unlike vampires, she wouldn't lose her magical appeal. She would simply retain a subtle glow about her, that made her appeal more to the senses than a normal woman, however, even without his other worldly charm, she still adored him, found him irresistable, and practically worshipped his being. She tucked a strand of curls behind her ear and led him into the first store. Her arm gently looped around his waist and pressed into his pocket. She didn't care what others thought, she was his bitch, that was final.<br><br>She looked over the clothing, looking for something that appealed to this new side of her. Clothes she would have normally worn no longer seemed to satisfy her. She found herself picking out ideal clothing to show a little skin, provoke a few stares, and definately drop some jaws.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:13:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she looked over the clothes, he noticed she was choosing various provocative outfits to please him. He smiled at her, glad she would choose to please him. All the same, at the bottom he put in just a few bits of more conservative attire, just in case he would need her to not provoke stares. He also chose out many more outfits he thought were in line with what he wanted. They mostly seemed to be agreeing on the particulars of what she would be wearing.<br><br>Soon enough they had gotten more than enough for a wardrobe, shirts, pants, and so on. But there was also the importance of what was under the outfit and anything else she might want to wear. He smiled at her, and nodded in approval of her actions and choices, and waited for her to be ready to head to the next part of the story and the next part of the journey with him and to finish picking everything out. After that it would be time for her to try them on, and he had some plans for then.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:26:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She browsed along the shelves, the racks.. picking some other rather conservative attire for when she did need to return to work. Oh heavens knew she was going to dread having to sit behind that desk, day in and day out.. she was going to have to work a new schedual, seeing as how she couldn't parade around as a werewolf during the day, and trying to keep a humanesque cover.. oh for heavens sake this was going to make a mess of her. <br><br>She lifted a hand to tossle her honey curls and moved on to the next selection. Lingerie. Now this was going to need his in put more than anything. She wanted, or needed to look sexy for him. He was going to have to decide what he wanted to see her in.. before he tore it off of her. She hummed to herself, smiling and picking through the sheer, skimpy ensambles. "Hmmn... pick a few, I want to try them on."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:51:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel didn't realize what went on in her mind. As far as he knew, werewolves slept normally most nights and the werewolves got a burst of energy that lasted into the next day or even week, or at least that was what he had heard. Gabriel, however, sucked out that energy along with her blood, so it was, in his mind, at least partially his fault if she was tired. On the other hand, sucking out that energy meant she was less likely to go on a rampage. Part of the duality of werewolves were that vampires sucked energy along with blood while werewolves were engines of pure energy.<br><br>He walked up to the lingerie, examining it as she hummed to herself and looked through them. She told him to pick a few, and he said, "Pick a few yourself, bitch, I've only known your body for one night... so far. I'm sure you've known your own body many times late in those lonely nights." He gave her a smile again, "You'll never have those again, of course." All the same, he looked through them, looking over at her as if judging, and picked out a few, including some that would match great with a few costumes he would get for her later.<br><br>After a few moments, he handed his selections to her and said, "Well, you want to try them on? Try them on, then, and I'll show you what I think." He smiled at her wickedly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 04:10:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She eyed him curious and frowned. Fine, he wanted to play that way. She pickd out a few, and as he handed her his selections she stuck her tongue out to his wicked smile and made her way to the changing stall, as if annoyed by his decision. She closed and locked the door behind her as she began to strip out of her clothes. Setting them neatly in a pile upon the bench in the changing room. She then picked up the first set of lingerie. She slipped it on.<br><br>Sliding the straps over her shoulder she tied it at the breasts in a neat little bow. It was a black lace top, very much sheer and see-through. The thin straps loosely clung to her shoulders as it hugged her bountiful breasts and parted down the center, exposing her torso along her flat smooth stomach. A pair of matching black lace panties were then settled on her hips. She looked herself over in the mirror, tossled curls made the outfit complete. She laughed at herself before calling to him.<br><br>"Gabriel! Come look.."<br><br>She cooed affectionately as she unlocked the stall door and pushed it open, stepping out so he could see. Aries was quite confident in her body and her appearance. The Lingerie did only to hide the true lewd, lust her body could easily conjour.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 00:57:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel looked at her come out, not exactly pleased with her annoyance, but as she opened the door and revealed herself his face immediately stretched into a smile. She stepped out into the open in her underwear and he walked up to her, looking her over and baring his teeth. He said, "You look good enough to bite." He made a biting motion with his teeth in her general direction and gave a small laugh. He put one hand on the back of the strap and traced it down over her breast, it felt good, though not as good as the skin beneath it. He liked it, but more so he liked her.<br><br>After a few moments he returned to what seemed to be contemplating and said, "Yes, I think I like it very much. But all the same," His teeth were bared again, "I think it's your turn to suck me, bitch." He took her hand guided it down to his crotch, still looking at her, making it quite obvious exactly what he was asking of her. "After all, we have to test it out, if only in this small way."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 01:22:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She purred lightly to his touch, a flicker of gold reflecting in her eyes as he touched her. She could feel the chill of his flesh against the warmth of her own, and his idea of being straight foreward instantly had her hot and wanting. He was a rather kinky little thing. She let her hand caress him through his pants before she pulled him into the dressing stall with her, closed the door behind him and locked it. <br><br>She turned back around then and dropped down infront of him onto her knees, glancing up at him as she single handedly unfastened his pants. "And a good bitch must only comply." She teased. Unstrapping his belt and dropping his pants. She teased her tongue down along his length, following her stroking fingertips as she worked herself up to sucking him off.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 04:04:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel smiled as she pulled him into the dressing stall and locked it. She dropped down and unfastened his pants and he nodded when she said she had to comply as his bitch. He smiled and teased in return, "She can't just obey, she has to enjoy obeying. So, tell me, are you going to enjoy this?" She dropped his pants down and began to tease with her tongue as her fingers stroked it. She was just as kinky as he was, she certainly seemed to be fine with this, or enjoy it. Soon he was hard and he looked down at her kneeling at him in the lingerie and said, "Of course, every now again the alpha has to feed his bitch or she'll complain."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 20:02:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She purred and stroked her tongue along his length. "Oh I do enjoy it. The thrill of pleasing you and possibly getting caught." She loved the thought of it. She reached her free hand between her thighs to tease her clit as she began to wraped her lips around him, and took him deep into the velvet, wet warmth of her mouth. Stroking her tongue along the underside, her fingers massaging the base. She relaxed her throat and took him into her throat. Deep throating him for a moment as she worked his cock.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 00:19:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He let out a small moan as her hand began to stroke harder along his length and her tongue began to work on him, licking under him and massaging his length. He did not notice her hand going down between her own legs, but did notice her mouths motions and moaned several times with each renewed movement from her. Then she relaxed and moved his cock to the back of her throat and he felt it being squeezed by her throat as her tongue and hands worked to stimulate it. With one final moan his cock began to twitch and then pulse and his seed poured out of it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 00:48:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				All of her hard word had been rewarded. She felt the thick warmth of his seed pour down her throat. She sucked and swallowed til the last drop hit her tongue. She then let him out of her mouth and licked her lips to make sure she hadn't made a mess. She stood then, pulling his pants up with her. She snapped the button in place after easing him back in, and unlocked the stall door pulling it open and nudging him out. With a soft wink she giggled.<br><br>"There's still more to try on."<br><br>She would leave him to fix his belt and tidy himself up as she closed the stall door again and undressed. Hanging that particular set of lingerie upon their hanger and grabbing the next. A sleek, black lace teddy clung to her body, pushing her breasts and connecting to the thigh highs with garters. She Fixed it up, the fishnets clung to her slender legs and the teddy squeezed her voluptuous body. She glanced in the mirror on the door and called for him again.<br><br>"Gabriel..what do you think?"<br><br>She purred as she opened the stall door again and posed in the doorway.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 02:58:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He smiled as she swallowed it all and licked her lips, she treated him gently and eased his cock back in and nudged him out. He let himself be nudged out as she was going to try something else on, and waited outside anxiously. He fixed his belt, someone passed by and he looked up at them. It was a woman who gave him a questioning look as to why he was adjusting his belt and in the woman's section. He gave her an uncaring look and went back to what he was doing and she passed by. He looked at her as she emerged and when she asked what he thought, he said, "I think it's a pity the day saps me of the strength to try you out in each of these, bitch." He walked up to her and traced all along it, lingering around her breasts and cunt and said, "This one will be fun, but if it gets in the way too much we might have to replace it often." He smiled at her, "But that's a part of the fun with my bitch, isn't it?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 03:17:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She purred to his every touch and and toyed her fingers along his shirt. "Well I suppose that is saddening... but All is well. I won't try on anymore. no need to work up your Labido. I'll get dressed and meet you at the counter with everything we've picked." She nudged him gently back out of the stall blowing him a kiss. She closed it and changed her clothes again, stripping down and throwing on the clothes she'd come in. Putting everything together neatly she grabbed them all and stepped back out of the stall to make her way towards the counter.<br><br>She was kind of excited. This was all a fresh new start, for a new life. There was a new, energetic part of her, that stirred just beneath the surface. Something that easily made her appeal to new senses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 03:23:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel waited for her to change and then walked with her to the counter. When the check out woman stared at him for buying so much women's clothing, particularly lingerie, even though there was a woman there, he simply stared back at her. She stopped looking eventually. He supposed it was because she was young or new on the job or something. Regardless he walked out of the store with one hand on Aries hip and the other pushing the cart full of goods which he put into the car. He closed the trunk and looked back at her, "Anything else you want or need? Books? Food you like? Pornography? Sex toys? Rope?" He was acting as if he was just listing off normal supplies.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 03:34:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Aries laughed softly and rolled her shoulders in a soft shrug after they put everything in the car. " Well, you were the one talking about picking out some toys. I've never particularly used any so I wouldn't know." She admitted innocently, before glancing to him. "I have enough books in the library, but with your diet.. I might need to get some small food supplies. At least until I can find a place of my own, ya'know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 03:44:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel smiled and opened the door and got in, gesturing for her to do the same, "I just want to make sure every part of you is well cared for. I can't have my bitch starving for anything." Once she had gotten in he continued, "I can eat, it just doesn't sustain me, and I keep food in my house. Believe me, it is a dead giveaway when you have nothing to eat in your house." He smiled, "And what do you mean a place of your own, if my bed isn't big enough I'll get another one. Maybe I'll even move if you convince me. But what you don't seem to realize is that you are my bitch, and you are a werewolf I keep watch over, and both those things mean you're not leaving my side. Or my bed." He turned just slightly serious and said, "I've done this before, Aries, and I will be with you when you die. Actually, it'll be easier with you. Werewolves age better than a Human is capable of doing, you'll die looking maybe forty but with gray hair, but they do die." He smiled, "Sorry, bitch, you're mine forever."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:04:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I was only aware that the living arrangements were temporary. I guess I assumed incorrectly." She replied as she slid into the passenger seat of the car and glanced to him, dropping her gaze when he started speaking of the fact he'd done this before, and that she was his forever, till the day she died whether she wanted it or not. Lovely, it shouldn't have made her feel bad.. he was a vampire after all and she was several hundreds of years younder than him, but it wasn't exactly comforting either. <br><br>"Well then, I suppose there's nothing left to do. All I really needed were a few small clothing necessities.. we gathered quite a bit more, but I shouldn't need anything for a while now. If our tastes in food are different, I can fancy myself grocery shopping after work tomorrow." She smiled sweetly, despite the serious expression upon her face and tone in her voice as she looked out the window. "I am well aware that I am capable of dying, that I will die eventually, but my aging process will be slowed. Perhaps double the life span of a normal human. However the morbid facts are unnecessary. Just toss some silver my way if you get bored of being my keeper."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:18:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel sighed, he realized he had just darkened the mood considerably. He started the car and said, "Believe me, this isn't the worst thing in the world. And if you hate me so much I can arrange it so you may be able to leave in a few decades." He pulled out of the parking lot, "And, by the way, I don't think silver hurts you any more than any other metal. There's a trend to shoot werewolves with silver bullets, but shooting a werewolf with any kind of bullet hurts it. Rye, mistletoe, mountain ash, and wolfsbane are what can drive you off and harm you, those I know do. The silver thing was invented in the nineteenth century, and I've never seen it used so I can't say if it does or doesn't work." After a few moments he said, "If morbid facts are unnecessary, then hows this: I know for a fact werewolves go into heat." He grinned at her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:29:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her emotions about the situation were still unstable. Going from morbid, to straight lewcidity aroused a small little snuff of a laugh from her before she grew quiet again, her gaze focused out the window. "Then let me rephrase that.. throw some Rye, mistletoe, mountain ash, and wolfsbane my way if you ever get bored of being my keeper." She sighed softly and brushed her hair from her face, pulling it back into a ponytail once more. "Thank you, again, Gabriel. For all the new clothes."<br><br>She knew alone, she would not have had the money for even half the amount of clothes she had purchased. Her funds were currently being consumed by the destruction of her previous apartment. She curled up in her seat and kept her focus out of the window. "And I'm sure I can find some way to satisfy my body when I go into heat."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:40:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel was happy he had at least gotten a laugh but then an uncomfortable silence settled. When she thanked him, he said, "Think nothing of it, if you need anything else don't hesitate to ask." As she curled up and she kept looking out the window he said, actually serious this time, "I'll help. I'll enjoy it, too, but I'll help with anything you need. I'm here to help you, I'm here to support you. Being my bitch comes with its privileges. And being your alpha brings responsibilities which I take on willingly." His voice returned to normal, "Now, what can I do to get you back into a good mood? Buy you some flowers? Get some chocolate? Introduce you to a dragon?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 04:50:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She couldn't help but to smile and laugh, when he finally dropped the serious tone and asked what he could do to get her into a better mood. She shrugged her shoulders softly. "I'm still adjusting, so I don't exactly know how to take to everything. Sure to you, it's not that big of a deal, it's not that strange.. but I was human.. and now I'm being told I'm a werewolf.. and suddenly I have all these new overwhelming senses and emotions. New ticks I never knew existed. Be patient with me Gabriel, I am determined to learn how to control it. I wouldn't want you having to put me out of my misery."<br><br>She knew more than she let on. "Now.. as for mood enhancement.. " She smiled brightly and glanced to him before shrugging her shoulders. " Chocolates and flowers work.. and ice cream is nice too.. there's always dinner dates, late night movies, those sorts of things. But the trick is.. figuring out what you think will work with me. You're on your own for this one darling."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-09-2009, 05:08:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few moments of pause after she talked of what was bothering her, he said, "I remember when I was turned... but it was different for me, a vampire. Vampires are fundamentally creatures of want and need, of greed, a well worn human emotion, so it's easier for us I suppose. But I'll be patient for you, I will. And I'll help you work through." When the conversation turned to mood enhancement he smiled. He replied, "Chocolate, flowers, ice cream, dinner dates, and late night movies. Those are all good." He seemed to be contemplating and then said, "If you wait for moonrise I can simply hypnotize you, or I can give you a good bite, but I think that might be cheating..." After a few moments he came to an epiphany, "Ooh, I know, I'll take my bitch for a walk in the park. Do you like that sort of thing?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 22:14:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She laughed softly and leaned lightly over the center console of the car, and gentle strummed her fingers through his hair, knowing he was driving but she trusted him to stay focused as she leaned to gently place a kiss against his ear, lightly nibbling upon the tip and along the lobe. <br><br>"Surprise me.."<br><br>She whispered hotly against his ear before leaning back against her seat and becoming silent again. However this was a pleasant silence as she reflected on the strategied she would have to take, the changes, the sacrifice. Everything she would have to do to ensure he doesn't have to kill her. One thing she failed to mention, and he failed to realise, that even as a human she had a strong source of empathy, she knew things before being told.<br><br>And something deep down told her that the longer she waited to control herself, the more unruly she became as a werewolf, as her teacher her guardian, he would have to destroy her. And something screamed he would have no problem doing that. Love. Was that just another word she would never learn to pronounce? Most likely.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 23:17:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel shook his head, "No, hints, I guess." Still, he was smiling, her hot breath hinting at the sensuality he knew was within. He changed direction and soon enough they were on the outskirts of the city. Soon they went up an old road, it was ill maintained but rarely used and smooth enough. When they reached the top there was an old dilapidated building, faded white and a smiling happy face and advertisements which had long since grown old and yellow and gray. He got out of the car and said, "Wait for it."<br><br>He walked inside and opened the door, the windows on the door was broken, and inside was what appeared to be an old ice cream parlor. When one knew this, it became apparent that was what the outside was for as well. Gabriel walked up confidently to the front desk, looked around as if expecting service, than pressed the button to ring the bell for service. Instantly the parlor became almost new again, all the oldness and grayness disappeared into white cleanliness and the bins for ice cream were full again. A teenaged boy walked out from the back to the counter saying, "Sorry mister, the system in back had a bit of a problem, don't want the ice cream melting now do we? What can I get you and the miss?" The few other customers were all dressed like they were from fifty years back.<br><br>Gabriel whispered to Aires, "You like ice cream, you like the supernatural. Here's supernatural ice cream from the parlor and the customers all stuck in 1948."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>30-09-2009, 05:23:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She followed quietly with him. Stepping out of the car as the entered into what seemed to be an old abandoned ice cream factory. But as he rang the bell and awaited as if he was going to be served, she watched in eager interest. Suddenly the place came alive, the colors swam around her in a warm array of flourishing life. She jumped, startled. The beast in her more wear now than ever. Her eyes swirled into a molten, heavy burning gold.<br><br>She relaxed a little as the ghosts came out to play. The theme placing them in mid 1948. She blushed as he leaned to her and whispered. She clung to his arm and pressed into his side. She glanced to the man behind the counter and bowed her head respectively in acknowledging greeting before she looked up again at Gabriel. Aries had never been treated so well.. he surely did know how to make a girl melt and feel like forgiving him.<br><br>"You are too good." She whispered... with an emphasis on good. Oh.. she knew deep down.. eventually he would have to destroy her, she feared she could not control the beast.. and Gabriel would win, whereas she would fail his every expectation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 00:50:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The man behind the counter whistled as she clung to him and complimented him and Gabriel smiled down at her and put his hand around her. The man behind the counter was taking out something to serve the ice cream with and was fiddling with it. He smiled wide, figuring them to be newlyweds from their intimacy which would have been shocking otherwise and something a bit too much for the long married. Gabriel walked up with Aries and smiled, planting a kiss on her. He said, "I hope you like it here. So, are you going to order or should I guess what ice cream you like too?"<br><br>The man behind the counter laughed and said, "No, I think that'd be impossible. Come on, we've got every flavor, take your pick miss. And I wish you all happiness. Tell me, how did the wedding go? Is this the honeymoon? I mean, I don't mean to pry, but... I'm happy for you two." He grinned an innocent grin that could come only from a teenager like himself and stopped to fiddle with the ice cream scooper.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 05:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As the boy rambled on about a wedding, Aries stood shocked and didn't exactly know how to answer. She just merely blushed and pointed to an icecream flavour. The brilliant white creme flecked with chips of chocolate. " That one.. I like the mint chocolate chip.. its my favourite actually.." she stated kind of quietly, like a timid child. Rich auburn curls framed her face and only made her blush seem ever more vivid. This whole thing... he was trying to make it up to her. But still a part of her was beginning to hate what she'd become.. and the mess it had made for her.<br><br>"Thank you Gabriel.."<br><br>She spoke softly, sweetly. Trying her hardest to forgive him. To let bygones be bygones, but some part of her.. most likely the bitchy female in her, wanted to hold a grudge to drag this out as long as she could. Maybe he'd get pissy and put her out of her misery.. she could only hope it was sooner.. rather than later. Because if she couldn't gain control.. she was going to hurt someone and the idea spooked the hell out of her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 23:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy nodded and took out a generous scoop and handed it to her smiling at her brilliantly. Gabriel didn't take anything, paid, and took his hand around her hip and pulled her up for a kiss and said sweetly. "You're welcome, bitch." If the man at the counter had heard he paid no attention, and it was doubtful he did considering he seemed to be the posterchild of the perfect '50s teenager. Regardless he took her out of the place towards the car. As they exited it became old and dilapidated again, though the ice cream remained perfectly fine. He opened the door for her and then got in himself and looked out over the edge of the cliff to the view of the city, it was stunning and the sun was beginning to set. He said, "So, do you want to stay here, or go back home? Or do I have to guess that as well." Regardless, his hand snaked around her shoulders and he smiled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 06:26:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She climbed into the car, the icecream held softly in her hand as she stared out over the cliffside, her eyes glued to the sunset infront of her. She watched quietly, and she wondered if he could feel it. The pull of power as the sun disappeared and darkness flooded the sky, enveloping everything in a dark blue light.. the moon and its pull. She wondered if he could feel it.. the way she felt it, the warmth running over her, catching fire to her cold skin. Making her feel alive.. more powerful. She closed her eyes and shook her head some, when they opened her hues were a burning ember, molten gold flecked with white. She took a small timid lick of her ice cream and glanced to him. <br><br>"I'd like to stay a little while.."<br><br>She wondered if he could see it, how exhuberant she felt, she felt like she was glowing she felt so alive, the warmth rushing through her as the moon settled into the sky, and she settled into her skin. A beauty she had never felt before. So this... was what it was like to know what you were.. to be a werewolf.. to feel their power. But she couldn't control it, she didn't really know it. She just acknowledged it.. and soon.. she knew she would need to change, but not tonight, tonight it wasnt necessary.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Strange Encounters (Oleander &amp; Sure)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sure</strong> on <strong>30-11-2009, 23:48:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gabriel, rather than being filled with some sort of primal energy, simply seemed to be refreshed, recharged, and more alert. Like a battery which was now fully charged but had been previously running down slowly. All the same, he sat more erect and cracked his neck one way, then the other, and sighed pleasantly. He was looking up at the night sky even as she looked at him and when she responded he looked at her, for a moment almost disoriented. He was used to being alone, but he quickly smiled, enjoying his bitch's company. "It's a lovely night, and a lovely bitch for company." He stretched his arm over her and pulled her close, so they were leaning on each other. He said, "When I was told to deal with your urges, I had no idea it would have so pleasant an aspect. I am truly lucky."
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