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You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
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Stilettos and broken bottles...; CLOSED attn Dylan Ford
Topic Started: Monday, 23. December 2013, 21:50 (1,153 Views)
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It was a large industrial abandoned warehouse. The place was packed with teenagers... young and not so young still wannabe teenagers as well. Roisin was amongst the colourful bunch of people. Lights were flashing in all colours. There were neon lights and UV lights burning everywhere. The music was loud, almost obnoxious but the girl was drunk enough to let it all happen. Bodies dancing and rubbing against each other. People in all shapes and sizes and in all colours. Long hair, short hair coloured in red, green, blue, purple.. she used to do this but now she had calmed down however this night she wanted it all out of her system. The frustrations, the doubts, the interprations of the world around her that had changed after locking herself away for three years.

The Irish girl was wearing stilettos in a shiny black and studded with diamond looking studs along the edges. She was wearing a pair of black shorts that seemed to be made by cutting of the legs from a skinny low cut jeans. As a top it was a white tank top with a large green four leaf clover on the back. On the front of the top were the words "Fuck me I'm Irish!" With a drunken leprechaun that shows his ass beneath the words. It was cold but the sweaty bodies and the heath blowers made her forget the cold winter air. She wasn't even wearing any lingerie. Glow sticks were twirling in between her fingers and making magical circles in the air.

After a few hours when Roisin was barely able to walk straight anymore she walked away from the party. A bottle of whiskey in her right hand which was half empty already. She walked talking to herself in Gaelic. Her words sounded angry and at times sad. She found a huge building and stared up at it. The music in the distance still beating in her ears like and artificial heart somewhere in the dark trying to lure her back to the party but she wanted to be alone. There was a fire escape at the side and she used it to get up on the roof but she slipped from the first steps and landed on her ass. She crawled up and threw her bottle against the wall making it schatter in pieces of shiny rain. Her stilettos were annoying her as well but she kept them on and with a stumbling shadow surrounding her she did reach the roof.

Her dirty blonde hair was a wild bunch of curls that was held back with a red bandana. The red bandana from Marko. One of the people who had her confused. Then there was Toran, George, Lady Anne... them and others drove her fucking insane. It was hard without them but even harder with them in her life like an addiction she needed them... or did she? With shoes like hers and unbalanced as she was it was foolish to be walking the edge of the roof. Meanwhile she was singing "Somewhere over the rainbow". Roisin had a wonderful voice and she loved singing.
Edited by Roisin Macnamara, Monday, 23. December 2013, 21:55.
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Dylan heard the sounds coming from the warehouse rave. It could be an easy meal and an easy buzz. The degenerate was not overly fond of the electronic garbage they were calling music, but he figured a meal was a meal. Dylan was about to head inside the party when he saw a bit of movement, he used his heightened senses, bettering his vision to getter a look at the figure.

The girl was clearly drunk, stumbling about in her stiletto's and her Daisy Duke style shorts. Then she climbed up the fire escape. He crossed the street quickly following the girl with curiosity. He made his way up the fire escape, then heard the sound of breaking glass. His firt thought was that the girl had slipped. He willed his blood to his limbs moving with supernatural grace and speed. He stopped abruplty when he saw her singing.

Dylan was relieved the girl had not fallen, or leaped to her death, it would have been a waste. She was pretty, and had a wonderful voice. He approached slowly, a sly grin on his face. He sings the song with her, though he brings more of a punk rhythm to the lyrics. "Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind....me."

Dylan watches her carefully as he sings, if the girl is startled and slips he plans on catching her before she falls from the rooftop. "Where troubles melt like lemon drops, way above the chimney tops. That's where you'll find me." He sly grin grew a bit at the irony, she was way above the chimney tops, perhaps that was why that song came to the drunk girls mind.
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While singing she stood on the edge of the roof staring down into the darkness. You know it could be so easy. Just putting one foot in front of the other untill you fall. You stare down and you know this is your exit. Your last card to play. The ace up your sleeve. Would it really feel like the seconds it actually are when you fall? Or would your mind trick you into thinking it were hours? Maybe be showing you flasbacks of your life to make you change your mind which is too late by then and that would be the cruelest trick ever from the god damn universe. Somehow she was curious about how it would feel when the darkness swallowed you once you reached the end of the fall.

Luckily Roisin was too stubborn for that. There was no reason to do it. She had never given up. Always was she forced to fight and to keep going and she would do so now as well. So what there were fucking vampires around? So fucking what? Keep your head high and keep going! She would keep going and adapt to whatever she needed to to stay alive.

Oh man! She was really drunk if she started hearing voices as well. She spread her arms like wings and stood completely still while singing along with the ghost voice. She was still facing the endless darkness beneath her. Her feet on the edge. This was just a rush and nothing more. She was unsteady on her feet and if the wind would blow too hard she could fall.

"If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow... why oh why can't I?"

The girl sighed and raised her head to watch the stars before closing her eyes and whispering. "Why... oh why... can't I?"
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Dylan watched as the drunken girl stepped closer to the edge. He was not so sure she wanted to die, but the thought was clearly in her mind. He looks at her more closely, reaching into himself and glimpsing at her aura, with his Auspex. He sees the sadness, anger and confusion in the girl.

Dylan rushes to the girl with blinding speed. He grabs the girls wrist, and willing his blood to his muscles for a bit of extra strength he gives her a shove, letting the poor drunken girl hang over the ledge. He stares at her when she finally looks up at him. "Is this what you want? To die here, a splatter on the road? Maybe you won't die..." He looks past her to the street below. "Maybe just break the bones in your legs, so you either walk with a limb when some doc, charges you a small fortune to put metal rods in your legs. But your spine though, lets say that snaps a bit, then you get to spend your life in a chair...Hope you got some good friends to come and wipe your cute little ass for you love."

Dylan smiles at her then, a twisted little smirk, though his eyes hint a just a touch of sadness. "We're all gonna die someday, you want it to be today? If not, tell me something good about yourself, something that makes you special. Quickly now, I'm losing my grip."
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It all happened so fast. How cliché but very true! At the moment she was about to turn around she felt a sudden grip around her wrist and a shove in her back. The petite frame of the girl dangling over the edge. Frantically she tried to get back up while kicking and screaming. Her shoes fell down and she could hear them hit the ground beneath her. With her free hand she grabbed the hand that was holding her between life and death.

"Are you fucking insane? Pull me up! Right now!"

Her Irish accent had been near to unhearable while she had been singing but now it was very obvious in her voice. Her green heritage oozing in every word. Finally she focused her gaze upon the man that was holding her and... wow! That was the cutest serial killer ever! His green eyes had hints of blue like two twinkling stars.

"This height combined with my weight I will fall fast and hard. I will die if you let me go. So don't you dare to let me go... and really? I got a cute ass? Thanks."

This was the best way to sober up though. She stopped squirming because she didn't want to risk him actually losing his grip. Her previous curiosity about how it would feel had definitely vanished. She wanted to get up again. Her free hand was firmly around his wrist and she returned his sly smile with one of her own.

"If you let me go I'm taking you with me! If you really want to know what is special about me than you better keep me close. Has anyone told you this is the most fucked up pick-up line ever? How many drunken girls have you pushed over the edge like this?"

Roisin was clearly afraid. The fear in her eyes was shown by the tears slowly rolling over her cheeks even though she sounded brave she couldn't help herself but to cry.
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Dylan kept that smirk plastered on his face. "Am I insane? Says the girl debating ending her life." He feels he wrist hold onto his. He holds her rather easily, with the strength his blood is giving him. He cant help but laugh when she thanks him for complimenting her ass. She gives off this tough facade for a moment, and then the tears come.

"How many girls? I can't remember, you will be the first to live though." He gives her a rough tug, letting her go stumbling but safe onto the roof top. "Stop crying and tell me something good about yourself, or we try it again with the less dominant hand this time." Dylan bites his lip, she is going to taste good, and the girl might even learn a little lesson from the experience.
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Roisin rubbed her shoulder after he had finally pulled her up. She was happy to feel the solid rooftop under her bare feet. Her shoulder was painful from hanging the way he had held her. She swallowed her fear down and rubbed the tears away. Now that she felt more sober than before she realised she was cold. She searched her pockets and found... nothing. It couldn't be that she was out without anything on her, could it? No wallet, no ID, no knife, lock picking tools and no... "For fuck's sake... I forgot my cigarettes."

The human sighed and wrapped her arms around her while she stared up at him with her piercing blue gaze. Something good about herself?

"Why? What do you care? I have walked on the edge all my life and this night I was just trading the metaphor for a real one. What is good about me? Everything! I gamble, I drink, I fight, I steal and love vampire movies... only the real ones don't sparkle... I meet guys who try to kill me! What is not to love about me or my life?"

The sarcasm was as clear in her voice as her accent. She was upset by him and scared as well but she was not going to back down... and another thing! How dare he? What sort of person did this, played games like this? With a firm step she walked towards him and raised her hand to slap him... if she was fast enough of course...
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Dylan smirks as the woman fumbles around. She wipes her tears and searches for her lost cigarettes. He shakes his head, looking her over. When she begins to speak his eyebrows arch a bit. "You have met a real vampire then?"

The the girl smacks him, his head turns with the impact. His eyes then snap back to her. "That is the last time you hit me. Now, tell me something good about yourself, something special." He reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws his smokes and a lighter. He lights himself a cigarette, tucks the lighter into the pack. Then the Toreador tosses the pack rudely at her feet. "Start talking, or we can play again. I want to hear why your life is worth living."
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Her eyes widened. Met vampires? Crap! She had said that out loud? Fuck... seemed she wasn't as sober as she thought. With much sarcasm she snorted and chuckled.

"Yes I have! Haven't you ever looked under your bed? Wondered what the glowing red eyes are in the darkness? I dated one once... it was fun. What do you think? Of course not idiot!"

Hopefully she dodged the bullet there. She stared down at the cigarettes and kicked them away. She didn't need his pack or anything else.

"Special? I can get you anything you want. People pay me good money to obtain special gadgets or items they want but can't get in a legal way... "

Suddenly she shouted at him. "I wasn't going to fucking jump! And I hit you whenever I feel like it. You are not the boss of me! Go fuck up someone else and leave me alone!"

Roisin realised she needed to get away from him. She sees the fire escape stairs behind him. The same one that had brought her up on this roof. She slowly shuffles away from him and would try to run to the stairs to get down as quick as possible. If she could get past him she would run to the industrial grounds again and hide somewhere in the crowd of the rave party but she would have to get her shoes back first as well... or not they were stolen anyway.
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Dylan gives a grin as the girl started running. She would feel a breeze as the Toreador used his celerity to rush past her. The degenerate stood on the fire escape blocking her exit. "I thought we could talk a while longer. I am concerned for your safety after all."

He smirked at her glancing off the side of the fire escape, she could jump, though she would risk serious injury. "Tell me more about you, your name for starters. My name is Dylan Ford, a pleasure I'm sure."
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The exit was in reach but got cut off by the stranger. Just her luck getting to know a cute looking guy on a roof and him thinking she was going to jump. The human stopped abruptly when he stood in front of her. He was quick. Too quick! She shook her head and frowned at him. Every word he said caused her to take a small step away from him. Something was wrong with the speed he had just used to prevent her from leaving and now that she thought about it he was able to keep her over the edge for quite some time. Who had strength like that?

An eerie feeling fell over her and she felt in the disadvantage all of a sudden. Maybe she should have jumped because she doubted this night would end well with this guy.

”Hah! You? Concerned? You just need another score!” Her sarcastic tones flew from her lips. He could take her words any way he wanted to. ”Roisin Macnamara and the pleasure part is yet to be discovered.”

Roisin paused and looked at him. She carefully tried to see signs of him being vampire. He was one, wasn’t he? The girl shivered in fear but it could be mistaken for shivering from the cold because it was pretty cold up there. She wasn’t able to focus much. Her mind was going too fast for her own good. Suddenly she took another step back and looked at him while she crossed her arms under her breasts. ”You got secrets mister Ford. That ain’t your real smile, is it now?”

Yes! She did it! She took the most foolish mistake of the entire night, up till now that is, she indirectly hinted to his fangs and the girl wondered what he would do IF he was one.
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Dylan took a few small steps toward her, each time she backed away the degenerate stepped toward her. He was savoring the moment, he could sense her fear even before she shivered. She would survive the night he guessed, unless she again went for the ledge.

"Another score?" Dylan smirked, "If you only knew." He let out a small laugh at her comment about undiscovered pleasure. Then the girl made a curious comment about his smile. "It is my real smile of course, or do you prefer to see my pearly whites in all their glory?"

With that he lunged at the girl, she might catch the briefest glimpse of his fangs. He moved with blinding speed intending to bite down on her neck.
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It was a dangerous game to play and she knew it but it didn’t prevent her from staying the stubborn little lady she was. Each step closer to her gave her the feeling she was nothing more than a prey being stalked by the underlying Beast of the creature in front of her. He didn’t have to show off his fangs for she had already put the pieces of the puzzle together. His eyes, his laughter and his words they all caused her almost literally to shrink down. An ominous feeling grew within her that she wouldn’t survive the night.

Then without a warning he suddenly felt so close and he was very close. It was all a blur because his speed was almost blinding her from what he was about to do. Did she see his fangs? Maybe, maybe not! Her vision was so confused at what he was doing and what she was seeing that she couldn’t even remember what she saw only two seconds before but she sure did feel his fangs sink in her neck. His canines violated the soft skin of her neck and she whimpered in pain first but then it was as if she lost herself. His grip was firm on her petite frame, holding her close to him so he could feed and she instantly wrapped her arms around his neck so she could hold on to him. Roisin felt her knees go weak and they were trembling of fear or maybe it was a strange sort of joy that overtook her entire normal perception of who she was. Her fingers entwined in his dark hair and she closed her eyes as a soft moan escaped her.

”I knew it! You are one... don’t... stop...” she moaned.

Don’t stop? NO! She had to say: please do stop! But she couldn’t say it. Why couldn’t she say it? Why did she feel this sudden vibe of pleasure? The bites had always been violent and painful except those from Sean they were sweet and gentle. This guy, this Dylan person, this vampire thing that was attacking her was somewhere in the middle and it felt... good? She couldn’t stop the reaction her body made to the hypnotising feeling that captured her. All she could do was wait for what would happen next.
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Dylan felt the warm rush of her Vitae as it passed his lips. It was invigorating her blood, thick with the alchol she had ingested gave the piper a decent buzz. He held her firmly, and continued drinking, even as he head began to swim a bit from the Irish girls blood alcohol content.

When finally he had his fill, he ease his fangs from her neck. He slid his tongue over her wound to close it. Then placed a tender, teasing kiss on her flesh for good measure. "See there is something special about you, it's whats on the inside that counts." He wipes a bit of blood from his lips and looks the girl over carefully. "Now, we can't be letting people know about this, it has to be our little secret, you can keep a secret I trust?" The Toreador reaches inside himself tapping into his discipline of presence, Roisin would feel compelled to please the degenerate. [Presence Entrancement]
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The warmth in her body went higher during his feeding. The girl felt flustered and the fact that she was drunk-ish wasn’t helping. She had no idea whether she was still standing on her own two feet or not. Her arms tightly clenched around his neck holding on to him and enjoying the moment that seemed to last forever until it ended too soon. His tongue made her shiver and his kiss made her sigh in pleasure. When the rush started to leave her body she came to her senses and let go of him but she remained close to him. Her trembling body still pushed against his. Her fingers entwined behind his neck and she was standing on her toes.

Roisin felt a vibrating glow through her mind and body when he stared deeply in her eyes. All she could do was nod and she kisses him on the lower lip before whispering. ”I'm not crazy. Of course this is our secret. You have no idea how many secrets like these I cherish. So what’s the big bad vampire going to do to me now?”

For him she suspected that the night was still young and even though she was afraid of what he might do to her she had just been hanging from the edge of the roof so she didn’t really care what would happen next.
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Dylan grin was akin to the Cheshire cat as he felt the alcohol flow through him. It was an old familiar feeling, he was not drunk, but the buzz he felt was a welcome relief. He blinks as she kisses him surprised for a moment, but then the piper smiles back at her.

"Well love, seeing as how you are not going to jump, and I am no longer hungry, we should finish our talk. How do you know what I am? You have met another?" The last question was really more of a statement as the degenerate looked her over. His eyes meeting hers, he seemed genuinly curious now, perhaps even seeming to be less the monster he was just moments before.
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Her crystal blue gaze stayed locked on the Kindred's face. Her eyes caressed his lips and she watched carefully for his fangs. She licked her own lips in a desireable way. It was hypnotising the way he looked at her. There was a bubble of obedience surrounding her and it kept her close to him. He had her in a trance. Until he wanted to know about the other vampires in her life. A sadness fell upon her face changing her gleeful expression into something more upsetting.    

"I was being honest when I said I dated one. We had a relationship for a few years. I had no idea what he was until he saved me from more violent ones than him. I doubted, I ran but I returned to him. He disappeared and is ashes now. It has been three years and I have locked myself away from the world till a few months ago. Now I seem to encounter your kind at times. Nice ones so far. Though I know little I'm aware of the danger and the consequences of this very moment but I decided to stop caring and to stop crying over spilled milk. It is no use after all. I'm here and so is your kind. Whatever it may be it will happen anyway so I try to make it fun."    

Suddenly an impish grin found its way to her mouth. "Your speed and strength gave away what you are because I have witnessed it before. That is not important though. What is important is what is fun for you mister vampire? More questions for me?"
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The Pied Piper gives the girl a grin, it is playful and dangerous. He seems quite amused with her, and appears more curious, and less dangerous than before. His smiles fades a bit as he sees her expression change. "You are blessed love, you still feel that pain. You still have that spark that makes you...human."

He gives her a look, his eyes softening briefly, hinting that perhaps the Piper has maybe one redeeming quality somewhere deep inside. The look fades as quickly as it came, replaced by his arrogant smirk. "What do I do for fun, you mean when I am not chasing young ladies on roof tops?" The degenerate feigns a studious look for a moment. "I am a musician, I enjoy both playing and listening to music."

He lets his eyes settle on hers. "What about you Dorothy, when you are not looking for a rainbow, on a rooftop, when you find a ray of hope in your gloomy world, what is it you do for fun?"
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What was that? Was he having a moment of sympathy towards her? It seemed that there was more to this one than she suspected at first. She wondered how old he was. It must be dreadful at times to meet many people and let them go again. He probably had seen a lot of joy but also a lot of pain. She still remembered how Sean didn't want to let her go. Sean had explained to her that one day he needed her to be ready for either ghouling or becoming a vampire like him which he preferred the most. Sorry enough they had never gotten the chance to discuss it properly.  

"Blessed? Yes, maybe. My time with him was wonderful but the fact someone took him away from me isn't a blessing but a stinging curse in my heart. Do you miss being human?" she asked it and realised too late it was a rather rude question. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that."  

And there was that smirk again. A taunting smirk but one that made her melt. His bad boy looks made her feel weak to the knees or maybe it was just too damn cold. Her trembling body was close to him. She chuckled when he called her Dorothy. She couldn't keep her eyes away from his. Was this normal? Was he doing something to her? Something vampiric or supernatural? In the end she didn't care. All she wanted was to keep close to him, feel his gaze wander across her body and listen to whatever he wanted to say.  

"Singing. I love singing and sometimes perform in this little club here in London but my biggest passion has grown out of my survival instinct. When I ended up on the streets I started stealing to survive. I love to gamble, to trick people and I have learned how to specialise in collector items. My small frame makes it easy for me to get into tiny places. If someone pays me enough money I scout the place, map out the area, gather information and estimate the challenge. I never do anything that could get me burned. I'm a borrower like in the movie. Tiny, witty, quick and... Adorable."  

The Irish girl added a playful wink and gave him a meaningful "what now?" look. Her flustered feelings obviously racing through her entire being.
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Dylan shook his head. "To put it simply...no. I don't miss it not anymore, I did once but that was long ago. I don't feel that stinging pain that you do, not anymore."

The Piper lets his e yes meet her again a smile coming to his lips when she talks about being a thief. "See, that is something special, that is a reason for me to not toss you off the roof love." His eyes flash hints of hidden danger when he speaks so casually about killing the girl, though she may not believe him now that she saw the brief signs of him being sympathetic to her pain.

"I might have a job for you, and your sticky little fingers if you are up to it, but I would need convincing that the rum and the tears are not going on this job with you."

The degenerate leans in close to her, letting his lips brush against hers, and if she does not resist he will kiss her deeply. "Surely you have something to look forward to?"
He asks her, while looking into her eyes again curious how strong a hold his prescense might have on the girl.
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