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| Hunters Hunted [ATTN: Franca | NSFW | Closed] | |
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| Topic Started: Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 14:01 (2,600 Views) | |
| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 14:01 Post #1 |
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This part of town was something Anna was used to. Probably more than she was being in comfort, really - growing up in a city where everytime you went out at night you had a higher chance of being torn apart by some rabid fanger than you did being mugged meant you tended not to fear anything in the realms of mortal possibility very much. Especially when you could break someone's skull with a solid punch now. That helped too. But old habits died hard and tonight Anna was on the lookout for Kindred. There was no way they wouldn't infest a neighbourhood like this. Bars on every street in a poor, run-down area that probably saw next to no law activity? Yeah, this was their fucking Nirvana for grabbing a drink. Tonight, however, Anna had no plans on killing them. Simply observe them, get a feel for the place. Shit, two clubs this close together? It was practically alien to Anna. But she made sure she blended in; rough enough to handle herself but innocent enough to blend in as she slipped into one of the busiest clubs and started her vigil; sipping a glass of water as her eyes flicked across the people that came and went. She knew the signs well enough, after all. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 16:05 Post #2 |
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Thou shall not get lost in pleasure. That was Franca's first rule on feeding. Or the second one, maybe? It wasn't like she actually had numbered list of commandments. She had, however, her own rules on what could and could not be done during a hunt. She knew all too well how the mortal would have been lost in the ecstasy of the Kiss, how he'd never fought back or even realized he was running out of blood. Hell, he wouldn't even have -noticed- his blood was being drunk. So, she had to be the one in control. For all that the Kiss was just as entrancing for her, for all that the hunger seemed to always call for more - she had to keep her head clear, stay alert, not screw up. The guy was your average customer of the Corner Inn, a blue collar in his late twenties, out with a bunch of loud friends, just looking to spend a night of mindless fun and obviously eager to hit on any girl who had passed by him. Franca was good at playing the easy one. Just giggle, just say yes - it didn't even take -skills-. It's good to have some fun, hehe, it can't be bad. The sluttiest you seem, the least likely you'll be contacted afterwards. So now they were in a dark alley just out of the club - there was never a lack of dark alleys, not in Grove Ward. Franca was fondling the guy in a way that could have passed for sexual, so he would have had it easier to rationalize what was going on. Not that he could -tell- exactly how she was moving. He was too busy moaning in excitement as she slowly sipped from his neck. Do not get lost in your pleasure. Because he's already lost there, because now his survival is in your hands. Franca licked his neck, closing his wounds and cleaning up any sign of blood. "Hey, wow, are you always that amazing?". While the guy was emerging from his ecstatic stupor, Franca guided him back to the crowded area. The door of the club was open and one could hear his friends yelling crude jokes from inside. "Hey, do you have a number? A name? At all?" "You won't need it, I -know- where to find you" she replied with the most stereotyped wink. She really needed to look for some porn with a better script, she considered, while she slipped away across the crowd, observing the guy as he went back to his group of friends, surely bragging about the made-up wild sex they just had against the wall. She leaned to check her face on the mirror of a car. No visible trace of blood - that was good news. She could have gone home. However, she wouldn't have minded another round, either. And why not? She had already consumed her good amount of blood to pretend she was alive, it was only sensible to make the most out of it. Close to the Corner Inn was another club. The Inn Between, it was called. Damn, you couldn't say imagination was the most common virtue in Grove Ward. Franca walked in. She was wearing a short, somehow skanky red dress and a leather jacket on her shoulders - because autumn in London was supposed to be chilly, wasn't it? She took a look around. Anyone looking for a quickie? Admittedly, she didn't have many standards, as long as one had warm blood. |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 16:14 Post #3 |
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Anna's eyes flicked to the door as it opened, a small smirk tugging her lips. Hello nurse. Now that was an interesting one for sure. Nothing out of the ordinary, all things considered. This struck her as the sort of place a woman might wander in and end up with someone balls deep in her snatch out in the alley. And fuck, points for that dress showing just the right amount off. Anna pursed her lips as the woman looked around. For someone? Something? Jumping to any sort of conclusion was foolish and stupid. The woman was probably just a normal woman out for a good time. Possibly. It was also entirely possible she was hungry for something other than a fuck. Anna's eyes sparkled. Well, she supposed she'd see wouldn't she? She made sure to catch Franca's eyes as she looked around before looking away shyly as if she'd been caught, going back to sipping on her water. Now the question became what would happen and what the evening would turn into. She'd prefer spread legs to bared fangs, but she'd take what she could get. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 16:52 Post #4 |
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A few horny glances flickered among the crowd. Not that they were all for Franca - she wasn't the only one paraded like a cheap tart. She could have counted, however, on been hooked up rather quickly, just making conversation with some guy. Or hanging around and looking easy. Or... whatever. Since the most urgent impulses of her hunger had been sedated, however, the boredom of the whole procedure dawned on Franca, that for a moment wondered if it was really worth. Oh well - since she was there she shouldn't have lost the chance of a refill. If only someone had made the effort to hit on her straight away, and as simply and silently as possible, so she could have spared the effort of repeating the same tired lines and gestures... As she went closer to the bar, however, she noticed a somehow unusual figure. A young-looking girl in a hoodie, drinking a glass of water. Water? Who have ever drunk water at the Inn Between? The girl was looking at Franca with sparkly eyes, which irradiated something quite different from the generic horniness-by-default otherwise so common among the customers of the club. No - her gaze read more like a mixture of desire and embarrassment. What was that? Franca was more accustomed to hooking up guys - it was easier, for statistic reasons if nothing else - but, as already mentioned, didn't really have standards. She decided to go and talk to the girl. Mainly because she didn't want to repeat the same show a second time that night, and a bit because there was some kind of incongruity about the young woman - something that drew her attention - a puzzle, rather than simply a meal. Then, if things hadn't worked, flirting with another woman was apparently a good way to pick up men anyway. For some reason she had never understood, but still. She took a seat next to Anna. "Hi, waiting for someone?" she said, with what she supposed to be a flirtatious look. Waiting for the mysterious lady of your destiny? Damn, I really need to find a better script. |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:01 Post #5 |
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Anna was rather amused when the woman made her way over. And surprised. And maybe a little flattered? Anna knew fuck all about flirting but apparently it'd worked. Somehow. Anna was a rather well built young woman; she was toned and well built if a little flat chested. She could almost be a tomboy; with bright expressive eyes and a mouth that pursed into a shy nervous smile. She even blushed. But that was honestly a little genuine. "No, I'm not." She admitted quietly, chewing her lip a little as she looked to the woman beside her. Her mind was well and truly racing. "I'm guessing you're looking for something too, right?" Another shy blush and a playful grin that said it all. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:08 Post #6 |
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"I'm guessing you're looking for something too, right?" Wow, rather straightforward. Except for the 'straight' part, of course. Franca couldn't ask for anything better. "Is it that obvious? But yes, I am looking for something. You know, fun, companionship, you name it... Although, it's uncommon to say it without beating about the bush". She spoke with a slight Italian accent. She had an air of pleased surprise and almost forgot to enhance her fake flirtatious attitude. |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:16 Post #7 |
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Anna grew a little bolder then. Not much, but enough. Which certainly didn't match what was about to come out of her mouth. "I've never been much of a flirt. I don't really know how." She admitted softly before her eyes twinkled as she grinned. "But if you're looking for someone that can eat you out until you see stars? I can do that." Her grin grew more before the blush returned and she cleared her throat, looking away. Italian accent? That was odd. At least, from what she knew. Maybe here on holiday or recently moved? But she must know the area. Well, this really narrowed it down to one of two things which Anna was sure she'd see in a short while. One was fun. The other... not so much. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:27 Post #8 |
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Okay. The girl was bold. Franca wasn't -that- sure how common it could have been among girls of her age; she suspected it wasn't the norm, though. Which made her feel some kind of sympathy for the girl - she was somehow brave and didn't respect standard expectations... she didn't want to sympathize too much, however. It wasn't that you couldn't -feed- for someone you sympathized with; it was lying to them, that felt just too wrong. "Flirting is... the greatest invention to lose time" she said, chuckling. "However, I wouldn't jump to conclusions on who of us will be the dish". BECAUSE YOU CAN'T TELL A LIE TO SAVE YOUR UNLIFE. It wasn't too bad, however. It could have been very well a naughty innuendo. At least, it was supposed to sound like that. |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:32 Post #9 |
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Anna's eyes twinkled and for a moment and her grin only grew. My, interesting choice of phrasing. And call her paranoid - which every hunter was, really - but she had a pretty good idea (unless she was honestly just being paranoid as fuck) of one single fact. This woman wasn't exactly mortal. "Well I'd like to see. Would you like to go somewhere private?" She blushed, reaching out to gently take the woman's hand with a raised eyebrow and a coy smile. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:41 Post #10 |
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Wow, was it really going -that- quickly? Great, just great. "I know the neighbourhood, there are private places everywhere" she said, taking the girl's hand and leading her, gently but decisively, out of the club. Franca suspected that, with 'somewhere private', she had meant a house or at least a room or a car... but for what she had in mind, a dark corner was much better. |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:45 Post #11 |
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Well this escalated quickly. All things aside, Anna didn't consider herself slutty. Her ideal location for such an event would indeed be a car or maybe a house. But an alley? Fuck, she'd settle. Any port in a storm. Besides, she doubted she was honestly getting anything. She got the feeling those pearly whites would suddenly be a lot sharper. And dig into her neck. The alley way was disgusting, but Anna suddenly found her back against the wall and things... well, got a lot easier to ignore. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 17:58 Post #12 |
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So there they were. Yes, the alley wasn't exactly the most romantic place. But she had decided not to be sentimental. And besides, if the girl was looking for pleasure she was going to get it, wasn't she? And why the hell did she need to justify herself? Anyway, the girl was now leaning against the wall, close enough to grab and do anything she wanted... She could have gone straight to the neck but, beside being suspicious, she thought that, somehow, a bit of warm-up was due. So at first she just kissed her. A small kiss on the corner of her lips, then a more passionate one... and talking about warming up, her vital signs were working fine, weren't they? Because kissing a cold corpse wouldn't have been fun, unless you had some very specific fetish. Then she moved aside a strand of her hair that had escaped from the pony tail, and went down to her neck. Just kissing and nibbling at first. It still could have been nothing more than a sensual move... |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 18:12 Post #13 |
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Anna couldn't help but gasp at the kiss, at being held against the wall. In some primal way it was decidedly erotic and she fucking loved it. Those hands did indeed wander, sliding down Franca's sides and reaching around to rather firmly grasp her rear with a wicked grin. She was fighting to keep her eyes open at this point but those lips moved steadily down her throat and poised just over her jugular vein. A big part of her wanted to let her do what Anna now knew she was going to do, but with another squeeze Anna half laughed half moaned. "So." She gasped and grinned. "I'm not really going to get between your legs am I? I know what you're about to do. I'm not new to this rodeo. But fuck me if I don't want you to do it." A happy grunt, as though she was pondering not saying anything else. "But just to make sure I don't sound crazy - you gonna kiss me or drink me? Also holy shit you have a nice arse." She grinned wickedly, deviously, any shyness gone. Edited by Annabelle Strauss, Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 18:18.
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 18:24 Post #14 |
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I'm not really going to get between your legs am I? I know what you're about to do. I'm not new to this rodeo. But fuck me if I don't want you to do it. Franca freezed. The girl knew more than expected, more than Franca would have wished a supposedly innocent girl to know. But fuck me if I don't want you to do it. It wasn't easy not to jump to such an invitation. Oh it was so tempting, indeed. She had almost tasted her blood, she had felt it right under her flushed skin... Still, another concern was flashing in her mind like the tacky neon sign of the Inn Between. What did she know, exactly? How close was she to running into troubles? Because some other vampire, at that point, would have drunk her dry and then tossed her body into a vat of acid - to protect the Masquerade, so they said. Franca raised her head to face the young girl, their foreheads almost touching. Once more in a flirtatious fashion she asked: "Already been there, uh? How did you like it?" If there had been a misunderstanding, she could have claimed she was referring to some weird sexual fetish she'd have made up on the fly. |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 18:30 Post #15 |
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Anna didn't release her rather comfy grip on Franca's ass, for the record. "Once. Twice, maybe? My Lord has picky tastes in her vintage that don't include me." Anna winked knowingly. Yup, the cat was out of the bag. Or Ghoul, she supposed. As if to prove her point, Franca would feel Anna's muscles grow that little bit harder against her body, and the grip grow firmer. Quite a bit more so, actually. Potence. Anna pressed her lips against the Kindred's for a moment with a small grin. Edited by Annabelle Strauss, Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 18:34.
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 18:51 Post #16 |
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Nice. She she was a Ghoul. A Ventrue Ghoul. Who was grabbing her ass. Franca was relieved, somehow - if she was a Ghoul she had a legitimate reason to be aware of the Masquerade, so she wasn't running any major risk. Not for the reasons she had thought, at least. However... "And what would your Lord say if she found you hanging around with people of other families?" She was pretty sure that the girl was a ghoul and that nobody was listening, although she was more comfortable sticking to Masq-safe words as much as she could. "Not that it bothers me. Not in the slightest. But I admit I come from much less regal traditions". Because, really, she didn't see the issue with a Ghoul hooking up whomever she wanted, but she suspected that a Ventrue Ghoul would've had a fuckton of protocol to respect even to step out of the door. Well, in most cases, at least. One thing was quite sure, though - drinking from someone else's Ghoul would have been rather a bad idea... Good thing she wasn't desperately hungry and she could even afford a conversation. She didn't try to escape the Ghoul's grasp. She could have done it fairly easily, she was a more adept user of Potence and could have imposed physically over the girl whenever she'd wanted... except, that was -not- a point she had any interest to prove. |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 19:01 Post #17 |
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Anna grinned. "She'd tell me to be careful. Honestly she has more chance of getting in the shit than I do." Anna remarked before her eyes sparkled. "So what family are you, huh? Trust me when I say I'm allowed to live like a person. I do what I do for her because I genuinely care." And the blood, but that was pointless to say, wasn't it? For the moment, Anna was rather comfortable with the current situation - and where her hands happened to be. "So I guess us making out is kinda out of the question now, hm?" Anna teased with a grin. "For a fanger you seem pretty damn nice. Or fuck, you aren't objecting at any rate. Still, first impressions or whatever." |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 19:30 Post #18 |
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Hm, either her Domitor was actually a decent person, or she was speaking like that because she had to. Not something Franca had any chance to ask, however. "My family's Clan Brujah. So now you are free to assume that I am a crazy badass biker gangbanger, which is quite false, and that it's not a good idea to piss me off, which is quite true". She smirked. Obviously she was just joking on stereotypes. "As for the other topic, uh, I am not so reckless to feed on someone else's Ghoul, and otherwise I wasn't looking exactly for -sex-, you know". As so she spoke, she smoothly disentangled herself from the awkward position they were stuck in. Not that she was intimidated by the ass-grabbing (after a few Tzim warriors have maimed you in various creative fashions, your perspective tends to change a bit), but she felt she could have burst out laughing at any moment. "...Sorry" she added, realizing how the girl must have been disappointed. "I kind of hate lying to people, but it's still the less bad option, you know". She pondered a few seconds over the last point. She wouldn't have objected to the word 'fanger' - vampires calling humans 'kine' and Ghouls 'property' were much worse. However she said, with now a different kind of malice in her gaze: "So, what if I said that someone is nice for a human?". |
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| Annabelle Strauss | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 19:37 Post #19 |
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Anna raised an eyebrow. "No I know, don't worry. I knew one myself. Know." She trailed off and pondered that for a moment before smirking back at her. A small unhappy pout later and she (reluctantly) let Franca have her space again. "I figured that." She pouted playfully. "But seriously, you can. It's not like she can drink from me. Blood vomit is fucking gross. Besides I think after being led along you owe me something even if it isn't seeing that nice ass without clothes on it." She teased before blinking. "Huh. Apology accepted." She sounded genuinely surprised for a moment before she winked. "I'd say I'm a total cunt, but hey. Point taken. I'll call you..." A pause before she shook her head. "Name's Anna. Good to meet you." She smirked. |
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| Franca | Tuesday, 21. October 2014, 19:52 Post #20 |
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"You are rather tempting, you know?" Franca said, getting just a bit closer to Anna. "It's not that you can offer blood to a vampire and expect her to politely decline. However, I'd rather not be in the black list of some influential Ventrue Lady... Can you tell me whose Ghoul you are, so I have an idea of who might hate me for this?" Damn. You couldn't do all that talking about blood with a vampire, well-intentioned as she might be. "And of course, nice to meet you, Anna. My name's Franca". |
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