Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 22, 2009 23:26:28 GMT 1
Tears trickled down her mascara stained cheeks, so much for dressing up slightly for a nice evening. Right now she was literally scared stiff, she couldn't bring herself to move. Mainly because he had practically informed her that if she did, he'd kill her, quicker anyway.
Now drawing a knife on her, she was really starting to panic, not that there was anywhere she could go, he had a hold of her left hand and if she tried to run the knife would most likely 'slip' and she'd bleed out quicker than she originally would have done. her right fist clenched, digging her nails into her hand.
She ignored the pain in her hand and tried to concentrate on what the vampire was saying, a short lived action once her sliced the blade through her thumb. All her attempts at remaining quiet were thrown aside as a sharp 'gaaah' escaped her lips as the pain tore through her hand and her pain receptors went into overdrive, her eyes slamming shut, her head throwing back against the wall of the pub, even more pain.
She winced at the thought of his previous threat and dug her right fingernails back into her hand to try and counter the pain, stopping herself from making any further noise and keeping her eyes shut. She could feel the warmth of the blood seep out of her skin and over it, into the main pad of her hand. Her nails cutting into her other palm.
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Jan 26, 2009 21:12:23 GMT 1
To give her credit, she didn't make too much noise over a knife-wound to the hand. He warned her with a look, though and kept his eyes on her face as he lifted her hand to lap at the blood seeping from the wound. The taste of it was electric on his tongue, and his entire body shivered, raising goose-pimples all over. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment and he looked for a moment like a drug user getting his belated blissful fix.
He sampled some more, and was soon sucking hungrily on the wound, resisting with all his might not to sink his fangs into her hand. It took everything he had to pull away after just a minute of deliriously good blood. His pupils were so dilated, his irises were barely thin rings around them. A rapturous smile curled his lip, and reluctant he let go of her hand.
A clatter of noise behind him barely disturbed his euphoric state, and he turned slowly to see a surprised staff member of the Hogs Head holding what he assumed to be rubbish bags. The vampire smiled slowly, forgetting the girl for a moment. "Edward, my dear boy -- some wonderful beverages your establishments provides." Acting not unlike one of Ed's drunken patrons, Dacian chuckled under his breath and shooed the werewolf with an exaggerated gesture before slumping back against the wall and leaning his burning cheek to the stone with a sigh.
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Edward Johns
Adult (A)
The Hog's Head Barkeep
Totally screwed.
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Post by Edward Johns on Jan 26, 2009 23:43:55 GMT 1
The noise of a busy pub had drowned out any kind of notion that something was amiss just outside its walls. Edward hadn’t even noticed that his vampire boarder was missing, well one of the two vampires that called the Hog’s Head home actually. The other one was sitting behind the bar glaring like she normally did, not entirely used to the thought of being a bloodsucker quite yet Ed guessed. Still it would have been nice if she helped serve customers, though it was probably the fear that she’d tear one limb from limb that was keeping her from it. Oddly enough, not one student who’d come in the place all day had recognised Viv. Had no one noticed that one of their own was missing? Ahh to be at school again.
With a sigh the man pushed on through the crowd of students and regulars, ignoring the insistent shouts for alcohol at the bar. Thanks to Harry Potter and how he had revealed that the Hog’s Head had been where he’d done a lot of his plotting against the Dark Lord, the number of students who frequented the place had sky rocketed, even if the place was off-limits. As he worked, Ed passed some poor boy that looked like he was waiting for someone. Curiously the man looked closer at the kid, he recognised him from somewhere. It was the eldest Potter kid who had an excellent looking girlfriend. Though right now it looked like he was getting stood up, judging by the mixed look of anger and disappointment on his face.
Poor kid, she was probably off screwing his best friend or something similar judging by his own experiences.
After a moment of sympathy it was back to work. Being a one man show was starting to get on Ed’s nerves and he made a mental note to hire some help in the near future. It was thinking of help that caused Ed to finally notice the male vampire, Dacian, was missing. That was either a very good or very bad sign. It was probably nothing, the man shrugged any worries he had off and busied himself with work.
Every now and then during a busy day the rubbish needed to be taken out. The man supposed he better do it while he remembered. The cool evening air hit him hard, how he wished he was back in Australia, but not as hard as the surprise of what he saw in the alley where the rubbish went.
He’d found Dacian and the kid’s girlfriend all in one go.
Okay... Ed tilted his head, much like Rowdy did, and a look of shock and bewilderment crossed his face. Was the vampire high? It sure seemed that way from where Ed stood. “Get out of here, quickly,” he willed the girl to leave quickly before Dacian decided he wanted some more of her. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he hissed. He’d have helped the vampire up but after witnessing his temper the other night Ed was keeping his distance.
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Amelia Pace
Werewolf (A)
Gryffindor 7th Year
The Pup Slut.
Posts: 189
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Post by Amelia Pace on Jan 27, 2009 0:07:14 GMT 1
Amelia remained silent, albeit breathing heavily as the vampire raised her hand to his lips. She couldn't help but shake, even if it was more likely he would bite her harder if she did, even if unintentionally. She wiped her tears away with the back of her right hand so not to get blood over her face. She'd have paid more attention to the vampires actions hand she not been in quite a bit of pain.
She did notice however when the pub owner stepped out into the alley way. She pulled her hand back to her own possession and dug deep into her coat pocket for her gloves. She wrapped the material tightly once around her hand, for it was all it would allow, to halt the blood flow. Or at least attempt to.
Tears still flowed down her cheeks, she was still visibly shaking now nursing her hand at her chest. She didn't need telling twice when the Australian told her to get of of there. She nodded and turned jogging quickly away.
She made it half way down Hogsmeade towards Hogwarts before she stopped, leaning against a store front, cradling her slashed hand in her other she cried. She let the tears freely fall down her cheeks, not needing to any longer be silent. Hysterical, she allowed herself to lower down the outer wall and perch herself on the floor. For five long minutes she stayed there, nobody past her, everybody was in the pubs eating, or back at the school doing the same.
Once her tears ceased she slowly stood, not daring to remove her glove from her hand she kept her ring hand clamped hard around it. She needed to get it seen to, but she didn't want to go and see Madame Mackenzie. She'd have to use her usual medical source, Scott Kovac. She just hoped he was in the right state of mind to help her out without asking questions.
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Dacian
Vampire (A)
Creature of the Night
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Post by Dacian on Jan 30, 2009 19:41:06 GMT 1
Dacian raised a sardonic brow, though the slight quirk to his lips made it less condescending. "What did it look like I was doing? I was drinking, like every other person in your pub." He struggled to his feet and leaned against the wall to keep from swaying. "But it looks like someone scared my drink away, sent her running off with her tail between her legs." He snickered at his private joke.
The werewolf blood in his system was as good as cocaine to an addict, and the state of bliss it put his mind and muscles in was more than a little debilitating. Gritting his teeth, Dacian managed to force his legs into working and he stumbled past the landlord. "Good night, Edward, I shouldn't need to remind you I will kill you in your sleep if you tell anyone about this." He threatened darkly, though the slight slur and the stumble across the back door's threshold somewhat ruined the effect.
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