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Post by tabula on Jan 11, 2009 11:23:34 GMT -6
Damion ignored her stuttered comments of disbelief. Everyone went through those, even his prey. However, leaving her to hyperventilate was not his plan either. "Baby, shh... I need you to calm down, kay? last time I checked, panic attacks aren't healthy for humans, especially when your heart rate goes up and you're sitting in a vampire's arms, hmm?" Gracefully, he turned Pixie head with his fingers. "Listen to me," he demanded. "I have been with you for a while. You have never been alone, and now, I am guaranteeing that you won't ever be again. Do you understand me?" His fingers ran through her hair as he made strong eye contact. Damion handed her the bandana again, placing it over her lip, shakily. "You are torturing me, my Princess," Damion sighed through gritted teeth. He gave her a stern look. "And please, don't try to run away. you have no idea how annoying that is, baby."
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Post by rayn on Jan 11, 2009 12:07:38 GMT -6
 I've got the gift of one liners and you've got the curse of curves and with this gift i compose words
Pixie looked at him with a frown. Her heart rate began to slow as tiredness washed over her. She tried to calm she didn't want to do anything that would upset the boy. His words echoed in her ears. She glanced down thinking. She nodded. "Je vous remercie et je suis tellement désolé." Her french conotation weighing heavily on her words. She felt his cold fingertips graze the top of her sore scalp. Her stomach did back flips from the pain but she kept her eyes locked on his. He placed the bandana on her lip once more. She could feel the shake that his hand held. She frowned. She had to make herself stop biting her lip or she was going to have some troubles. "Je suis désolé de nouveau."
She looked up at him and then down at her hands that still clutched the fabric. She moved her thumb lightly across the fabric. She focused her attention on that to keep herself from hyperventilating again. Plus she wanted to keep herself from thinking about the fact that she was being held against a tree by her vampiric stalker. It was a hard fact not to think about and it made her breaths quicken again but she once more tried to focus on her hands and it didn't bother her so much anymore.
She wondered what he would do to Mark and Leila. He wondered if he was going to kill them. She hoped not. "Combien de temps avez-vous autour de moi?" She asked him with a slightly worried expression. She wondered how long he'd been around. How much of her fucked up life he'd seen. She looked down at her hands. She wondered if he'd been there when she'd almost drowned or when Tyler raped her or when she had to escape that fire. All these memories ran through her head and if he had been there. Then she began to be frustrated wondering why he hadn't done anything. He said he wanted her to be happy and safe. Where was he then? They had all happened within the span of the last four years.
translation; Thank you and i'm so sorry. I'm sorry again. How long have you been around me?
tags; damion
outfit; click
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Post by tabula on Jan 11, 2009 12:23:59 GMT -6
Damion pulled her legs from around him. "That's not proper, Princess," he laughed, oncea gain holding her bridal style. Damion smiled, "It's alright. Next time, you just need to stay calm, babe." His fingers felt hercringe under his touch. "Maybe I should be sorry, trinkette." Softly, he pressed his lips against her forehead, pulling himself away quickly avoid the smell of her tasty blood. He was already antsy. "Tonight, I want you to go home and grab your clothes. I'll be waiting outside. If the infideles start anything, I'll come in, and you need to wait outside. Let's just say they won't be bothering you after tonight," Damion smiled as he gave his orders, deliberately ignoring her final question.
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Post by rayn on Jan 11, 2009 12:49:20 GMT -6
I've got the gift of one liners and you've got the curse of curves and with this gift i compose words
Pixie looked at him. His words weren't processing in her brain. "Please answer my questions." She begged with a slight skip in her voice. She just wanted to understand. He shifted her position, unwrapping her legs from their death grip and pulling her into a different position. "Je vais mordre les lèvres de mon nouveau." She told him with narrowed eyes. She wasn't kidding. She was slightly annoyed and to show she wasn't kidding she began chewing on it once more. Her head was going crazy with different thoughts and wonders.
His next words grazed her ears. She shook her head. She didn't want to go with him. Now that she knew that he could have stopped all this. He could have given her a better life in France. She felt like she was the sister in the Halloween movie, and she was constantly running away from michael myers but he kept popping up. The only thing was that she kept running from hell. One of these days it was going to take her down and she knew it. She was already messed up in the head, what more could they do?
She frowned again. She wanted down. She squirmed in his grip. "Mettez-moi.I won't run." She told him. She wouldn't, as long as she got some answers, and she was a pretty smart girl. She had matches in her back pocket and there were plenty of rocks and sharp objects with which to cause blood to flow from her. She looked up at him and caught his eyes. She was a very determined person when she wanted to be.
translation; I will bite my lip again. Put me down.
tags; damion
outfit; click
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Post by tabula on Jan 11, 2009 13:05:41 GMT -6
Damion shook his head. "You are really stubborn, babe. I've watched you for the past two years. Wanna know another secret?" Damion was going to wait until she said she wanted to know to tell her. Suspense makes for the best reactions! Damion made her quit chewing on her lip. "I love my gift!" Damion gave her a "You better behave" look before letting her down. He made sure her hand was still in his as he began to walk through the forest.
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Post by rayn on Jan 11, 2009 13:18:38 GMT -6
I've got the gift of one liners and you've got the curse of curves and with this gift i compose words
Pixie listened to his words. She was quite shocked. She wanted to puch this boy right now. She shrugged still annoyed. She gave him a raised eyebrow to say just go ahead and tell me. He soon had her hand in his and was pulling her down the path in the woods. She glared at him, as he looked straight ahead. She used her other hand that wasn't being bruised by his strong grip and shoved her hand in her back pocket pulling out a small pocket knife. She flipped it up and the blade popped out with a click. She smirked and stumbled a bit. She intentionally made herself fall to her knees. Her wrist scarping against the blade. The ruby red droplets fell from the wound staining the leaves around her. She put the knife back in the encasing using her leg and then shoved it back in her pocket. She didn't look up. She pressed her lips to the wound and got the dirt off of it before letting it rest on her knee.
She just really wanted to be let go right now. There would be bruises around her arm and it would hurt really bad in the morning. She was pissed at this boy. He said he was watching her, said she wasn't alone. He said those things. Yet she was alone. She was always alone. She always had been alone and right now she just wanted to scream I hate you and smack him in the face.
translation;
tags; damion
outfit; click
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Post by tabula on Jan 11, 2009 13:34:42 GMT -6
Damion got her blood into his nose again. Damion flipped her on to the ground, jerking her wrist to his mouth, taking in long pulls. He closed his eyes, enjoying the taste. Around her flesh, he murmured, "I saved you from drowning." Damion couldn't stop himself as he continued to draw blood from his Princess.
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Post by rayn on Jan 11, 2009 13:49:40 GMT -6
I've got the gift of one liners and you've got the curse of curves and with this gift i compose words
Pixie had the breath knocked out of her when she was pressed to the ground and pain coarsed through her body. He had her wrist in his hands and was taking long pulls of the hot red liquid from her veins. She writhed but soon settled and looked at him with a glare in her eyes. "Well maybe you should have let me die." She spat through her blood stained lips. This is what she had wanted, for him to kill her. She was happy and content now. She closed her eyes and let the pain coarse through her small limbs. His shadow encasing her as he crouched over her still draining her of blood. Her lip was still bleeding slightly and she could taste the copper on her tounge.
The voices in her head had lowered to a soft hum. It was quiet. It was only her and the pain. She drifted. Her mind taking her somewhere far away. She smiled a light smile. Her face looked pretty peaceful for someone who was dying. She wondered if her parents would even think about her when she was gone. Her left hand reached up and traced the scar on her left cheek left by her real father. The motion lulled her into a soft trance. She soon let it drop to the side. Her face fell to the side and pressed against the leaves. Her hand fell up against the leaves next to her face and her heart be slowed to that of almost none exsistance. Her breaths barely moved through her copper tasting lips.
translation;
tags; damion
outfit; click
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Post by tabula on Jan 11, 2009 14:08:00 GMT -6
Damion moved his lips to hers again, tying his bandana around her wrist. "Clever," he scoffed, pressing his lips roughly to hers again, moving over her. "I wanted you alive for your future," Damion murmured, licking along her neck. "Your future begins now." Damion opened his mouth wide, contemplating biting her annd letting the venom spread. Still thinking it over, Damion kissed harshly down to her collarbone.
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Post by rayn on Jan 11, 2009 14:29:05 GMT -6
I've got the gift of one liners and you've got the curse of curves and with this gift i compose words
Pixie frowned when the pain suddenly stopped. She frowned and hid in the back of her mind. Detached from her body and detached from the rest of the world. Her eyes turned a deep shade of black and they had a dull look to it. Her mind wasn't focused on anything but the blackness that her eyes showed was the world. She felt the pressure of the bandana being wrapped around her wrist and his lips pressed heavily against hers and then the rough kisses that were placed on her collarbone and the only reason she paid attention to those was because his touch was icy cold and it made her shiver.
She pressed herself back into reality her eyes still the dark almost black color. "Ou bien laissez-moi seul ou me tuer. s'il vous plaît." She begged him. Her voice was distant almost to the point of not being heard at all. Her slow breaths and entered and exited softly through her pale lips. Her jacket did nothing for the cold that was radiating off the boy whom she didn't even know. She rested her small hands on his chest and pushed on it signiling that she wanted up. Those were the last words she was speaking to him. She was done trying to talk. She couldn't believe she had broken her silence for this boy who only lusted for her blood and really could care less for her well being. The distant look came to her eyes again as she stared at the woods.
translation; Either leave me alone or kill me. please.
tags; damion
outfit; click
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Post by tabula on Jan 11, 2009 14:41:39 GMT -6
Damion shook his head, pulling her arms over her head, so she couldn't get anything out of her pockets or try to push him away. He nibbled on her ear slightly, whispering, "No, dear, I told you. you are staying with me now. Tonight, we will get your things." Damion hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. "Have a nice nap, love." Damion geld her close, walking away from the scene of the crime.
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