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Fallen Angels (RP)

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I avoided his move easily, leaning back limberly whilst swiping back at him. I couldn't tell if I'd made contact or not.
 
I rolled to one side, coming up behind whoever it was, attempting to hamsting her.
 
He moved so fast in that next moment, I couldn't possibly have cut him to any depth. I steadied my feet, and he was gone from my view.
 
I stood up again, careful to keep my back away from the wall. Licking a bit of blood off of one blade, I hissed "Over here, darling."
 
I turned around at hearing a sensuous hiss to see the blonde stranger licking up the blood from his dagger. Pushing back the feelings it stiirred in me, I bore my teeth to him. "You're a quick one, eh?"
 
"Have to be" I returned, adding "Need to have the reflexes to race bikes."
 
As he spoke, I had the briefest moment to take aim, and swipe at him again.
 
"Glorious" I hissed under my breath, feeling the familiar sting of pain across my chest. I'd jumped back but not quick enough. The superficial wound was soaking blood into my shirt. It was a rather erotic feeling really. I grinned happily at the sensation, walking forward slowly but still on my guard.
 
I was taken aback. Though I had actually hit him this time, he kept coming...and with a drawing look... I couldn't help but be drawn in.

I don't know what came over me in those next few moments. I dropped the knife at my feet, and walked by him,briefly stroking his blood stained chest as I gave him a hitherto glance, heading towards my townhouse.
 
I took her shoulder in a powerful grip, although letting her guide the way. Closing in a bit, I pressed my frontside against her back, acting by instinct alone at the present.
 
I felt him press up against my back, and for a fleeting moment, stopped. I reached back and pulled his face near mine, rubbing up against it seductively before continuing. Just a few steps more...
 
Natalie stumbles in!

Name: Natalie Bishop
Age:34 (but she doesn't know that)
Residence: Recently moved to London
Personality: Nat is a very clumsy...Drunk. Most of the time, you can catch her stumbling around like a fool. airheaded, and she suffers from paranoid delusions.
Looks: Shoulder-length fiery red hair, and emerald eyes. She's of average height and a bit on the skinny side. She wears a light red clouse and black pants.
Background: Was a well-known psychologist..that is, until she insisted one was a werewolf and tried to kill him. Now, she has lost her licence and moved to London to track "Vampires". Everyone believes she's crazy and refuses to listen to her.



~Natalie sat in a bar, half-falling off of a stool. She'd been taking shots of everclear--which is not to be taken straight. Other patrons of the bar eyed her, but she payed them no mind and ordered herself a beer. Earlier that evening, she had eaten anything with garlic that she could get her hands on...lots and lots of pasta.~ (won't be able to post till after school tomorrow. :laugh: see ya in choir, Vampira!)
 
I leaned in while she rubbed my face, opening my mouth and drawing one of my canines down her cheek as we reached the door.
 
Natalie walked outside, well...waddled anyway. She didn't get too far when she saw blood in the snow. "Well, That's inteh...inter...intem? Ahhhh forget it!" She fell over, too drunk to really stand up. Her gold heart-shaped locket came off. It had her initials on it, and she didn't notice it came off. Inside was the picture of the only person in the world that Natalie really cared about.
 
"I hate you" i hissed through gritted teeth. I then drew a knife from its holster from my cloak. "I will kill you if you don't leave now!" I Screamed at the Pure one who I believed was tresspassing on my hunting grounds.
He still didn't seem to be showing any emotion except happiness. "Now don't you think that would be a bad idea?" He whispered softly as he came close enough to be almost in my face if I could see where that was.
"No I Don't!" I growled as I Pulled my gripped Dagger out into the open.
"Now now calm down, don't get over excited now" He Chuckled.
 
The stinging in my cheek immediatly turned to a quite pleasing tingling as I opened the door of my townhouse, leading this strange, yet alluring man into my house. I knew he could kill me at any second, but I didn't care. There was only one thing on my mind.
 
I licked my lips in anticiparion, leaning down as I spun the woan around and kissed her demandingly.
 
In a moment, I was in his arms. As he roughly kissed my lips, I could taste the innocent blood of the child still in his mouth. The way he held me sent tingles down my spine.
 
I slipped one hand up the back of the woman's dress, wondering how much I could demand befor having to take. Tonight was becoming quite enjoyable.

<OOC>And should we leave it to imagination from here? Or do you have something to add.<OOC>
 
<OOC>Yeah that's probably good. Where should we go from there?<OOC>
 
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