Dominic Spencer
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Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Nov 5, 2009 13:50:14 GMT 1
The scent had captivated him since he’d first smelt it. A girl Dom had spotted at a distance, one that he’d very much like to find out more about. She was a werewolf; that much he knew and her blood was what he wanted. On the hunt he was now, stalking purposefully through the shadows of Hogsmeade, walking the path the girl’s scent led him on. Usually he would want only one thing from a girl but he had to eat and werewolf blood was a rare treat, in fact he could hardly remember when he’d had it last.
Hungrily he licked his fangs, carefully noting all the places the werewolf’s scent was. It was still fresh in some areas, telling the boy he’d only just missed the girl. With a sigh he realised as he followed it that he was being led down the path to the magical school, not a place he’d ever get near the girl. It was disappointing that he’d have to wait for a better chance at meeting her but he was patient and knew it was all part of the hunt. Hunting werewolves was so exciting!
Lazily Dom wandered back up the path to the main street of the village, whistling as he walked. Damn how he wished that werewolf girl was around, the buzz the blood gave was absolutely awesome and he’d heard they were animal-like between the sheets too. The thought made the flaxen-haired vampire chuckle to himself, fangs glinting in the pale moonlight. A gentle breeze whispered through the trees and the message it brought made the boy stop laughing at once.
”I know you’re there he-wolf, there’s no use hiding boy,” he called out to the darkness as though he was talking to a dog. If it had been the girl then his tact would have been different but as it were Dom had not patience for a male werewolf. Who was he? A friend of the girl’s perhaps? The vampire hadn’t exactly made a secret of the fact he had been following a scent, a fellow hunter would have been able to see what he was doing immediately. ”Aww pup don’t be frightened, I won’t hurt you but the girl’s a different story,” Dom goaded mockingly, sounding more and more like a child than a one-hundred-and-eight year old vampire.
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Post by Connor Pine on Nov 11, 2009 13:25:07 GMT 1
Connor didn’t know why he was hanging around. It was stupid and reckless and not like him at all. Of course bumping into another Were had disrupted his routine a little and he’d been forced to stay in town for the change, if only to satisfy his curiosity. And afterwards he’d needed a couple of days to recover, but those days had passed and he was back to his usual antisocial self instead of the overly tired irritability that seemed to be his overriding mood after a full moon. There wasn’t anything else he needed from Amelia, there was nothing special about her (he ignored the uncomfortable way he riled against that thought) and just because she lived in unusual circumstances that he didn’t really understand it wasn’t worth the potential risk that staying in Hogsmeade posed. Was it?
He’d just made up his mind to leave, heading in the direction of the castle, not to say goodbye, but in order to pick up his few belongings from where he’d stashed them in the Quidditch changing rooms, when an unfortunately familiar scent reached his nose. Connor had been forced to crouch down onto the path to be sure, inhaling deeply and growing increasingly frustrated with the way his senses were fading and wouldn’t begin to build again until another full moon came around. He wished the smell was stronger; more of a warning, but it had probably been pure luck that the faint scent had reached him at all. Just a lucky coincidence that he’d been standing downwind of the creature. The vampire. A small growl rumbled in the back of his throat.
Vampires had been some of the first supernatural creatures he’d come across after he was bitten. It was kind of hard to avoid them when they hunted you down like you were a particularly tasty party snack and he had more than a few silvery scars on his wrists and neck from occasions that he hadn’t quite managed to shake off their tenacious pursuit. All the more reason to get out of town. Except... It was almost second nature to pick out Amelia scent from the overlapping mishmash of trails on the street, the tinge of werewolf was far easier to identify and he realised with a feeling of cold dread just what the vampire must be doing.
Before Connor could really think about what he was doing he’d squared his shoulders and set off after the bloodsucker. Amelia was vulnerable, even with the protection of the castle, the way she ignored her senses she’d never be able to smell the threat until it was too late. He was forced to duck into alleyway as the vampire doubled back, cursing as it landed him upwind. That curse turning into an unconcealed snarl as the vampire spoke, his anger not directed at the taunting he was receiving, but the promise of harm to Amelia. ”You won’t touch her.” He spat, stalking out of the alley to face the creature, and getting a likely unwarranted satisfaction from discovering he was slightly taller. Taking in the vampire’s lithe frame was less off a comfort, as build had little to do with the preternatural strength Connor would be up against.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 9, 2009 16:21:57 GMT 1
Patiently the vampire waited for the werewolf to show himself, silently berating himself for sounding so childish only moments ago. Dom was just about to call out again when low and behold there was a male werewolf squaring off at him. In all honesty, the boy hadn’t really expected the jibe about the girl to work. From his experience, werewolves were generally solitary and just because the one in front of him was male it didn’t necessarily mean it had paired off with the female. But he’d been right, a fact that made the flaxen-haired vampire sneer smugly at the wolf-boy.
”Well good evening,” he greeted snidely, eyeing the werewolf with learned caution. Even when it wasn’t the full moon they were more dangerous than the average human and if this one was a wizard also there was another danger to be wary of. The vampire grinned deviously at Connor, fangs glinting in the moonlight. The few words the werewolf spoke only served to make the grin wider. ”Oh I won’t will I? Who’s going to stop me, you? I’m sure she won’t mind me taking just a little bit of her blood” he laughed, goading the werewolf to make a move. Dom supposed if he couldn’t snack in the girl the boy would make a good substitute, in a totally non-gay way.
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Post by Connor Pine on Dec 14, 2009 14:56:55 GMT 1
In truth Connor didn’t understand the protective urge that compelled him to stand up to the vampire any more than Dom did, but his instincts were telling him that this guy was bad news and he wasn’t one to ignore them. Over the years he’d learned that if fear tightened his gut or the hairs prickled on the back of his neck it was usually for good reason. Instinct had led him to Amelia in the first place and she was the first and only friend he’d ever had. He wasn’t going to start questioning it now, not when it might be her life on the line.
Connor sniffed at the air again, ignoring Dom’s snide comment in favour of committing this particular vampire’s scent to memory. Vampires put him on edge, the way they were identified by a strange almost absence of smell accompanied by the faintest whiff of cloying sweetness. ”It’s not yours to take, vampire.” The growl was still there, a rumbling punctuation to his sentences. Connor hated the way vampires assumed they could take whatever they wanted. Especially when his own supernatural change had robbed him of the life he should have had. ”Leave town, this is my territory.” He’d never staked a claim to anywhere in his life and Connor couldn’t help feeling a little thrill at the thought. Or maybe it was just a shiver of fear at the prospect of fighting a vampire. It was too late to stop now.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 15, 2009 9:36:14 GMT 1
Unlike Connor, Dom was not on edge or overly wary. Of course he was slightly wary, instinct had taught him to always be careful around werewolves but the one in front of him was young. To the vampire he represented no threat, not at this point in time anyway. The full moon had been and gone so any preternatural abilities the werewolfism gave him would be weak if working at all. The blond had only ever lost a fight to a werewolf once, not that he made a habit of tackling them. Werewolves were dangerous if they were caught at the wrong time of the month.
The word’s of the present werewolf made the vampire raise his eyebrows in amusement. ”Oh? Call it a donation to a needy cause then. Need I remind you it’s not up to you to decide who she gives her blood to, it’s not yours to protect. I can barely smell her on you though you werewolves all smell practically the same to me; like wet dog,” Dom drawled lazily, sniggering as he spoke. Connor’s growling only served to make the boy chuckle, as if he was supposed to be afraid of that. What was said next however silenced the vampire and caused a dark look to cross his face.
With supernatural speed he moved to stand squarely in front of Connor, barely inches from the other boy. No one told Dom where he could and couldn’t go. ”Claiming territories might work amongst your own kind but it doesn’t work with me. If anything I should drive you away, dog, and keep your bitch to myself,” he said dangerously. Never would he take orders from a werewolf of all people. ”She won’t miss you, you know. Not once I’m done with her,” Dom added and quirked his eyebrows suggestively to make sure Connor got the innuendo and understood just what he was thinking about. {OoC: OMG he is such an ass, I apologize on behalf of him. And hey look, the drummer for Muse vs. the drummer for McFly}
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Post by Connor Pine on Dec 15, 2009 13:00:32 GMT 1
Tension was zinging through Connor, tightening his muscles and prickling over his skin. But being tense wasn’t anything new to him. He’d spent a good portion of his life on edge, worrying about other people when it came close to his change and worrying about himself on the various occasions he’d encountered vampires, other werewolves and police. What was new to him, though, was being confrontational. He’d spent his entire life running away, avoiding fights and lurking in the shadows trying not to draw attention to himself. And now here he was squaring off against a vampire in a fight he couldn’t possibly win.
He couldn’t back down, though. Connor could feel the anger burning deep in the pit of her stomach. Anger for Amelia; she shouldn’t have to run or live in fear of some cocky vampire. ”It is up to me.” Connor didn’t care that claiming so made him almost as bad as Dom. At that moment, bristling with anger as he was, he couldn’t see that he had no more claim over Amelia than the vampire did her blood. A shared curse and two days awkward conversation definitely did not give him that right. ”She’s mine.” He never had been very logical.
Dom’s nonchalance was only putting fuel on the fire, riling Connor up. Vampires thought they were so superior, but perhaps that would mean he’d underestimate Connor. ”Better than smelling of rotting fruit.” He snapped back, wrinkling his nose. A lie, there was no way the faint sweetness of a vampire could ever be compared to the overpowering stench of decaying food (and Connor should know, he’d spent enough time around rubbish bins).
And then Dom was right in front of him and had Connor not experienced the speed and strength of a vampire before he might have been intimidated. More so than he was already, anyway. He snarled at Dom’s comment, all ability to vocalise lost in his anger, which was perhaps a small mercy as Connor was never going to be very good at trash talking. The human part of him wanted to punch Dom in the face, the wolf wanted to tackle him, aim for the throat and tear it out. Connor stood frozen for a moment, torn between the two urges, before finally he launched himself at Dom. If he could just get him down... Land a few good punches before the vampire had a chance to react.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 15, 2009 14:47:41 GMT 1
{OoC: If you don't like any aspect it can be edited, especially since there's a bit of powerplaying.} ”She’s yours, possessive much? In that case I’ll definitely have to hunt her down if not for her blood than for something else entirely. I bet I could have her saying ‘Wolf boy who?’ within a week,” Dominic goaded smugly, complete faith in his skills of seduction. Out of all the women in the world werewolves and virgins were the biggest challenges. Virgins for obvious reasons, all so set on ‘the one’, and werewolves because of the inbuilt distrust for vampires. Sure their blood was like a drug to the boy and his kin and many werewolves were hunted most of their lives for that fact but when a she-wolf was pretty Dom had no interest in biting her, at least until after he’d slept with her. Hopefully this one the boy was protecting was pretty.
Connor’s heartbeat rang in the young vampire’s ears and served to make him smile smugly. ”Getting a bit riled up there boy? Your heart’s like a drum,” the blond commented, gesturing to the left side of the werewolf’s chest. He loved that he could tell what was happening with Connor; with other vampires there was no heart to betray emotion. ”Hey now that rotten fruit thing hurt my feelings; I’ve been told by your kind that I smell nice. Are you calling those lovely ladies liers?” the vampire feigned hurt, a mock pout on his face. In fact it had hurt slightly; he didn’t smell like rotten fruit especially since he’d showered only about two hours ago.
Just like only moments before, the wolf’s heartbeat betrayed him, well that and the positively guttural growling. Dom knew that something was coming when Connor tackled him, though the tackle itself had been rather unexpected. The vampire had half been expecting a swing at the face, which seemed to be the favourite area to target, especially the nose. The momentum of the tackle knocked the boy to the ground and he landed with a soft thud on his back. He hissed in pain, he hated landing on his back especially this hard.
Seeing what Connor was trying to do, Dom put up a hand to shield his face while he used the other one to get in a blow of his own aimed at the werewolf’s face. ”Get off me,” the flaxen-haired vampire hissed, giving Connor a hard shove. As he picked himself up and dusted off Dom looked for where his new friend had landed. Before striding over to him the boy checked his back for any substantial damage and when he was satisfied there was none he went to Connor and picked him up by the collar of his clothes. It was tempting just to bite the wolf and take his blood over the girl’s but instead Dom gave him a quick right hook. ”That was for the tackle, you hurt my back.”
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Post by Connor Pine on Dec 15, 2009 16:49:52 GMT 1
The vampire might have been able to predict that an attack was coming, but he clearly hadn’t been expecting a full on tackle, and Connor felt a momentary smug sense of victory as his shoulder collided with Dom’s chest, sending the two of them toppling to the ground. He felt his knees impact painfully with the cold, hard earth and found himself wishing fervently that Dom was feeling the same discomfort as well. In another second the fingers of his left hand were scrambling to find purchase on Dom’s jacket, twisting the fabric into his fist to try and hold the vampire still while he drew his right arm back for the first punch.
”Amelia would never want you.” He hissed into Dom’s ear, pausing only long enough to wince at the accidental use of her name; the less any vampire new about Amelia the better. And apparently that pause was all the vampire needed to get his arm up to protect his face. Connor’s fist never connected with Dom’s nose as intended, instead his knuckles crunched into a bony, but un-giving wrist. To make matters worse he felt the vampire shift and a fist glance off his jaw, the angle too awkward to cause any real damage, but enough to hurt like hell and cause his fingers to loosen their grip on Dom’s coat.
Then he was being shoved away. Hard. Connor tumbled awkwardly, trying desperately to gain his bearings so he could stand even as the wind was knocked out of him. He had to get up! He couldn’t afford to stay down and allow the vampire a chance to attack; he’d probably just lost the only advantage he’d be able to press in this fight at all. Connor pushed himself up on one arm, still panting for breath and letting out a grunt of pain when his other hand brushed over his jaw where the vampire had hit him. It was hard to breathe, hard to think and all too soon he felt a rough pull on the collar of his clothing, forcing him to stand or risk passing out from strangulation.
He didn’t even have a chance to properly find his footing before a fist hooked into his jaw, sending his head snapping backward. For a moment Connor felt darkness cloud his sight, his whole head seemed to throb with pain and shaking it to try and clear his vision only made things worse. The tang of blood filled his mouth and he spat it at the vampire rather than swallow. Connor didn’t even bother to listen to whatever Dom was saying, only seized an opportunity that he might have let his guard down by drawing his knee up sharply between the vampire’s legs.
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Dominic Spencer
Vampire (A)
Marshmellow
Pain in the ass, miraculously dodging death.
Posts: 107
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Post by Dominic Spencer on Dec 15, 2009 17:07:11 GMT 1
The metallic smell of blood in the air was unmistakable and satisfying. It meant Dom had hit the werewolf good and proper. Hopefully that would be where the scuffle ended and both of them could walk away reasonably unscathed, albeit Connor unconscious and missing a little blood. Yes he wanted the boy’s blood but the vampire didn’t appreciate having it spat at him. The blond wrinkled his nose in disgust, damn he’d liked that jacket and now it had werewolf blood on it. ”How do you know? How do you know she’d never want me? You don’t do you?” the vampire laughed maliciously. He was about to give Connor another wack for the blood when the werewolf brought his knee up sharply to an area Dom of all people did not want targeted, he would have rather had his nose broken again.
”Ahh Jesus. Holy fuck!” the vampire roared in pain, letting Connor go for the moment. A knee to the groin, what a cheap shot. It felt like he’d been winded and punched in the gut simultaneously; a sensation Dominic was not enjoying in the slightest. ”You little bastard,” he wheezed, straightening up slowly. The young vampire was absolutely furious and slightly humiliated he’d allowed Connor the opportunity of striking him where it really hurt. Without thinking the blond launched himself at the taller man. Blinded by fury he grabbed at Connor’s throat with preternatural speed and punched him in the gut just as fast. Biting the wolf-boy was becoming an increasingly attractive prospect, it caused just as much pain as a kick to the groin did.
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Post by Connor Pine on Dec 21, 2009 19:00:06 GMT 1
It was immensely satisfying to hear Dom’s howl of pain, to know that he could hurt the creature even if all the vampire’s preternatural advantages stacked the odds heavily against him. Connor had to win this fight, so that Amelia could be safe, because he didn’t trust magic or that Connery guy to do the job properly. Amelia had told him she’d been bitten by a vampire before and Connor was damned if he was going to let it happen again. Especially not by some cocky vampire like the one in from of him.
He bristled at the thought that Amelia might ever want to get to know somebody like Dom and leaned in closer as the grip on his collar loosened. ”Because,” He snarled, teeth and lips stained red with the blood still seeping from the cut on the inside of his cheek. ”All vampires are scum.” Connor paused at the string of expletives pouring from the vampire’s mouth, feeling just a little more confidence and hope with every one that was uttered. His instincts told him he should just hurry up and finish it, that he couldn’t afford to waste time arguing, but perhaps for the first time in his life he wanted to get the last word in.
”And she’s better tha-“ His sentences was cut off rather abruptly as an unnaturally cold hand grabbed at his throat. Connor hadn’t even begun to feel the burning need for oxygen when Dom’s fist thumped into his gut and he let out a choking grunt of pain, torn between doubling over to protect his stomach from further blows and scrabbling uselessly at the fingers tightening on his neck. He had to try and get free before Dom could do any more damage and he swiped blindly at the vampire’s head, hoping to strike hard enough to break the vampire’s concentration.
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