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teleidoplexTitle: Predators
Rating: PG13
Media: Vampire - The Masquerade
Characters: OC (Elizabeth Hunt)
Summary: Character hunting fic for a live-action vampire game
Disclaimer: White Wolf owns Vampire. Elizabeth Hunt is my own creation.
He was on the prowl tonight.
Stalking through the crowd at Kilroy’s, he smirked at all the little coeds and frat boys, safe in their little collegiate world. When he had been in New York the crowds had been different. Even the college kids had an urban toughness to them – a suspicious wariness about the eyes and hardness about the mouth that marked them. Streetwise. Cagey. Not easy prey.
Not these corn-fed midwestern types, though. He could practically see the hay dust covering their shoes. Their postures were soft and trusting. They looked at the world through cows’ eyes – stupid, and worthy only of being led to the slaughter.
He caught one of them looking at him now. Silly little thing with her silly little blonde curls. She looked like a Kelley Business School type, or maybe pre-law. She was alone at the bar, obviously out for company but too shy to try to talk to people. Her wide green eyes stared with a wary fascination, quickly hooded as she realized he’d noticed her. She was still gazing into her drink, as if it could tell her future or something, as he sidled up to her.
“Hey,” short pause, then strike “I can’t believe that drink is more interesting than me,” flash of a shark’s grin, predator in Armani. She smiled slightly, her eyes fluttered, and he’d bet money that she was blushing in the darkened pub.
“I --,” she began, but he quickly cut her off. After all, he wasn’t really interested in her or what she had to say...just what she had to give.
“Why don’t you get your coat and we’ll go someplace where I can hear you finish that sentence,” she looked up at him then, eyes wide with dewy innocence, but he could see in their depths a twinkle of curiosity, a little bit of badness, and a healthy desire to know more badness.
He grinned sharply as he led her out of the pub. He was just the guy to introduce her to it.
They walked a block or two up a deserted side-street, the girl following him complacently like a good little cow. He drew her into the darkened space between two houses and began nuzzling her, seizing her mouth in a rough kiss as he grabbed her ass and pulled her against his erection.
“Uh,” she started in muffled surprise, not quite sure if she should protest. He knew the type. They left with him because they were curious, and in their curiosity they often forgot they wanted to say no until it was too late. Silly little things. He pushed her up against the wall and his hands roamed up to her breasts. She had started panting, and he grinned wolfishly as he kissed her. He could always spot the ones who wanted it.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it hard and fast.”
“This...isn’t exactly what I want,” she gasped. Her hands were clenching his forearms, and she wasn’t kissing him, but she wasn’t pushing him away, either. She was kind of nuzzling down his neck. He smirked at her coyness.
“Sure it is. This is what they all want.”
“I think you’ll find that they and I are rather different,” she whispered into his neck.
And then she bit him.
And then he knew ecstasy like no other.
He could feel the pounding. He was pounding into her. Her mouth was around him and she was sucking him hard, sucking him dry. He could hear her little moans and sighs of pleasure as he poured into her mouth. Her lips worked to get more, her tongue lapped against him. She was taking him deep, deep into her throat. He groaned and fell to his knees from the mind-numbing rapture of it all. Her mouth stayed clamped around him, and he began to gasp as the pleasure overpowered him. It was too much. He couldn’t take it much longer. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss shook him. Too much. Too...much. Can’t...can’t...take...much...more...
He collapsed onto his side in the darkened side yard. The petite blonde detached her mouth from his neck, running her tongue gently over the twin sores that blossomed there like blood roses. She watched dispassionately as they healed, then twitched the man’s coat over him to keep him warm until he regained consciousness. A few minutes at most, if she didn’t miss her guess.
Glancing up and down the deserted street, the woman stepped out from the shadowed recesses and glanced back distastefully at her insensate would-be Romeo.
“Well, at least he’s off the streets for tonight. God, I wish someone would do something about predators like that. I fucking hate rapists.”
Muttering to herself, Elizabeth Hunt stalked off into the night.
Rating: PG13
Media: Vampire - The Masquerade
Characters: OC (Elizabeth Hunt)
Summary: Character hunting fic for a live-action vampire game
Disclaimer: White Wolf owns Vampire. Elizabeth Hunt is my own creation.
He was on the prowl tonight.
Stalking through the crowd at Kilroy’s, he smirked at all the little coeds and frat boys, safe in their little collegiate world. When he had been in New York the crowds had been different. Even the college kids had an urban toughness to them – a suspicious wariness about the eyes and hardness about the mouth that marked them. Streetwise. Cagey. Not easy prey.
Not these corn-fed midwestern types, though. He could practically see the hay dust covering their shoes. Their postures were soft and trusting. They looked at the world through cows’ eyes – stupid, and worthy only of being led to the slaughter.
He caught one of them looking at him now. Silly little thing with her silly little blonde curls. She looked like a Kelley Business School type, or maybe pre-law. She was alone at the bar, obviously out for company but too shy to try to talk to people. Her wide green eyes stared with a wary fascination, quickly hooded as she realized he’d noticed her. She was still gazing into her drink, as if it could tell her future or something, as he sidled up to her.
“Hey,” short pause, then strike “I can’t believe that drink is more interesting than me,” flash of a shark’s grin, predator in Armani. She smiled slightly, her eyes fluttered, and he’d bet money that she was blushing in the darkened pub.
“I --,” she began, but he quickly cut her off. After all, he wasn’t really interested in her or what she had to say...just what she had to give.
“Why don’t you get your coat and we’ll go someplace where I can hear you finish that sentence,” she looked up at him then, eyes wide with dewy innocence, but he could see in their depths a twinkle of curiosity, a little bit of badness, and a healthy desire to know more badness.
He grinned sharply as he led her out of the pub. He was just the guy to introduce her to it.
They walked a block or two up a deserted side-street, the girl following him complacently like a good little cow. He drew her into the darkened space between two houses and began nuzzling her, seizing her mouth in a rough kiss as he grabbed her ass and pulled her against his erection.
“Uh,” she started in muffled surprise, not quite sure if she should protest. He knew the type. They left with him because they were curious, and in their curiosity they often forgot they wanted to say no until it was too late. Silly little things. He pushed her up against the wall and his hands roamed up to her breasts. She had started panting, and he grinned wolfishly as he kissed her. He could always spot the ones who wanted it.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Tell me you want it. Tell me you want it hard and fast.”
“This...isn’t exactly what I want,” she gasped. Her hands were clenching his forearms, and she wasn’t kissing him, but she wasn’t pushing him away, either. She was kind of nuzzling down his neck. He smirked at her coyness.
“Sure it is. This is what they all want.”
“I think you’ll find that they and I are rather different,” she whispered into his neck.
And then she bit him.
And then he knew ecstasy like no other.
He could feel the pounding. He was pounding into her. Her mouth was around him and she was sucking him hard, sucking him dry. He could hear her little moans and sighs of pleasure as he poured into her mouth. Her lips worked to get more, her tongue lapped against him. She was taking him deep, deep into her throat. He groaned and fell to his knees from the mind-numbing rapture of it all. Her mouth stayed clamped around him, and he began to gasp as the pleasure overpowered him. It was too much. He couldn’t take it much longer. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss shook him. Too much. Too...much. Can’t...can’t...take...much...more...
He collapsed onto his side in the darkened side yard. The petite blonde detached her mouth from his neck, running her tongue gently over the twin sores that blossomed there like blood roses. She watched dispassionately as they healed, then twitched the man’s coat over him to keep him warm until he regained consciousness. A few minutes at most, if she didn’t miss her guess.
Glancing up and down the deserted street, the woman stepped out from the shadowed recesses and glanced back distastefully at her insensate would-be Romeo.
“Well, at least he’s off the streets for tonight. God, I wish someone would do something about predators like that. I fucking hate rapists.”
Muttering to herself, Elizabeth Hunt stalked off into the night.
