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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 16, 2006 22:18:15 GMT -5
"NO! You can just close your mouth off completely. Think about it as sucking a straw. Lower the pressure in your mouth so it can't get into your mouth at all. C'mon! I'm not going to let go. Just keep it down," Meta stated a-matter-of-factly. She was adamant that she would sit here as long as needed until he even passed out, maybe. What a nuisance. Oaf.
When his hands scraped against her arm, she grabbed one with an extra hand ( her left hand holding down his right) and pushed one down with her foot (her right foot holding down his left hand) while keeping her left knee down under his right elbow and sitting on his chest.
With a large amount of force, she pushed down on all of her limbs (helping keep some weight off his chest) and attempted to hold her position.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 17, 2006 1:20:00 GMT -5
Now completely held down, he stilled tried to struggle. The blood kept trying to exit his body. He swallowed once more and this time, it stayed down. Victor calmed down, breathing heavily. Everything was calm for a second until Victor felt something.
The blood was smart. It forced itself to go down his organs, burning the organs as well. The sound of the organs being eaten away was heard. Victor made no sound as he felt the pain. Lower and lower, the blood went. And finally, the blood made it's way to his kidneys and out his.. pee hole.
Blood. He pissed out blood. There was a bloody mess around his entire crotched area. The male period? Definately looks like it, but it's not. Victor turned a bright red. This was definately very embarassing for him, especially in front of a lady he fancied. All he wanted to do was to take a shower now.. and get rid of the pants.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 17, 2006 17:08:17 GMT -5
Sighing and hanging her head with a single shake Meta muttered, "Men can concentrate worth shit." Raising from her knee upward, she walked over to her bed. She had a little blood on her hand, but that was all. Grinning, Meta knew that she could lick it once or twice without the same affect. She did so before grabbing a hankerchief from her bedside drawer and wiping the rest away. Because she had been on his chest, she had avoided getting any of the blood anywhere else on her.
Without looking at Victor, she pointed to her bathroom, then to her closet. "Clean up. Never do that again if you can't keep it in. You can se my toiletries, I suppose. When you're done, serve yourself some blood. You definitely lost some of yours' whilst you lost Lucifers'. If you feel lightheaded, sit down in the shower. "
Meta's bathroom was well-equipped. A deep bathtub allowed someone to be fully submerged, yet avoid drowning if they passed out. A shower head at one side also accomodated her days when she had no time to relax. Everything inside the room was done in a black, cold, shiny stone. However, no one ever seemed to be able to slip on it for some odd reason.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 17, 2006 17:09:39 GMT -5
"Shut the fuck up. It wasn't my fault. I wanna see you try and drink devil blood." He coughed up any remaing blood from his throat. Being covered in blood, he wiped off his mouth with his arm. "Shit. That was hell." His organs began reconstructing itself as some of the nutrients from the previous blood injestions had already worked given him some strength, but it wouldn't last too long. He had to get some blood again. He didn't want to see like that pussy he was afterwards. First, he had to change and shower. Nothing more embarassing than looking like he pissed out blood, but saying he killed someone would put fear in the students. Hah. Maybe he should do that instead? Naw, those fuckers would know. Mind readers and shit. Unbelting his pants, Victor started to undress himself right in front of Meta, not caring if she saw or not. He wasn't a shy guy at all. Of course, he wore boxers instead of pussy white briefs. His boxers had red stars over black. Red and black. Not the colors Victor would usually wear. That was because they were stolen from a certain someone. A someone named Rukou. Poor Rukou, seems like everyone loves stealing his clothes. But now these boxers were ruined by blood, not that they weren't ruined before, but this time Victor's fault. [Random boxers paragraph? xD] Before dropping the pants, Victor pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth and lit it. A nice refreshing cigarette after such a painful experience. The pants dropped and Victor walked them off of him. Next came off the scarf and jacket, and under that jacket was a usual button up shirt. One by one, buttons came off and he flew the shirt on her bed. "Clean this shit." He walked over into the bathroom, only in his boxers. The one thing he wore besides his bracelet so Meta wouldn't see his.. package.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 17, 2006 17:21:57 GMT -5
Meta's eye twitched. Actually twitched. Grabbing the clothing thrown on her bed, she collected the rest and placed them in the hallway. Someone else's job. Definitely not hers'. Meta had gone through the maid role once, but honestly killed the man in the end.
Going over to her dresser, she pulled out her thin, black nightgown. (Skip Details) She slipped in and out of her clothing before going to her bed and cuddling herself under the blankets. Today had been an irritating day. Resting was the best thing she could feel for herself at the moment.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 17, 2006 19:13:52 GMT -5
Off came the boxers and in the shower he went. He turned the water on the hottest setting and stood there, face up, eyes closed at the showerhead. The water was cold at first, but soon warmed up. Red water streamed down his body, mazing through his filthy body hair.
"Five miles outside of vegas when we broke down.."
Oh my Jesus. He's singing. You would think it would be an earsore, but he wasn't completely off key. He sounded like a decent and normal singer that was actually bearable.
"Threw my keys inside the window and we never looked back Got all drunk and sloppy on a greyhound bus!"
The voice echoed in the bathroom like it would normally do. Maybe that's why it was bearable? Hah, wonder what it sounds like out of the shower.
Victor swayed his ass as he sung his favorite song by his favorite band. "Learning How To Smile" by Everclear. He scrubbed himself clean, still singing the song. Some of the lyrics, he didn't know so he just mumbled it.
Haaa, this was fun. Showering in Meta's shower, singing his favorite song. He didn't once think about what had happened earlier. As if nothing happened.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 18, 2006 2:38:20 GMT -5
Well, he sounded like a guy at home singing in his shower. The echoing of sound could be heard in her room as she lay under her covers. Here I thought I could forget him for a little bit. It almost seemed like a hollow sound from outside of the room. Cuddling further into her blankets, she kept her eyes closed and tried to think about nothing over his singing.
These past few days hadn't gone as planned. Certainly not. Drama would just keep being stirred up as though the Black Stone Academy was what they now called a 'High School' for teenage mortals.
Slowly, his words somehow managaged to lull her to sleep. With one last human-like yawn, she relaxed entirely and fell into a light sleep.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 18, 2006 21:34:44 GMT -5
The same lyrics were repeated since he didn't know the rest of the song, but the lyrics near the end he definately remembered.
"Oh baby we can leave and run away Yes we can leave this place and run away"
He fucking loved it. Loved the shower, loved his singing [even if it wasn't that good], loved his possible new love, loved everything. He even forgot he was a vampire.
His skin became pruney from taking a shower -too- long, almost as if he took a bath instead. He twisted the knob to turn it off and stepped out of the shower, dripping all on the black floor. Looking around, he "didn't notice" any towels. He called out, "META!" He just wanted some goddamn towels right when he needed them. "WHERE ARE THE FUCKING TOWELS?!"
Walking around, still dripping, he searched for any towels that he could find. None that he could see. Or was he just playing around pretending not to see?
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 18, 2006 22:59:27 GMT -5
"OAF! I'm not going in there when you're unclothed. Do you think I'm a twit," Meta exclaimed from her warm bed. She knew that the towels weren't in plain sight, but they certainly weren't hard to find.
Maybe she didn't want him all over her towels. Grinning, she explained where the towels she recieved from Rye as a joke one year during a holiday. "Under the left sink! Towels are under the left sink," she repeated. However, the towels under the left sink were pink with red kisses all over them. Frilly, one could say. Suddenly an image of Victor with a pink shower cap and with one of the towels around him came to mine. Teehee.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 19, 2006 0:10:23 GMT -5
The cupboard made a little creak sound when Victor pulled it open. "Shit." Should've been more careful. Don't want Meta finding out he's breaking her stuff.
He peaked in. "What the.." Pink towels. Grabbing one, he started to wipe himself dry with it. Might as well not complain, especially being a guest in someone's room. The towel was tied around his waist and he walked out into the main room.
He looked like a bit of a bear at the moment. A bear with a pink towel. With that shaggy curly hair and body hair, definately a bear. Or maybe a big foot monster? Cleaner and better smelling most definately, though.
The floor was still bloody from all the blood he coughed up earlier. "Damnit, I said for you to clean that up!" He walked over to the other, clean side of Meta's bed and stared at Meta snuggling her blankies.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 19, 2006 0:29:56 GMT -5
"Bite me. You're the one that made the damn mess to behind with. Oh bright one. Next time you think that drinking Lucifer's blood won't.. do... " Out cold. Once in a lifetime it seemed that Meta could just go on talking blankly and somehow just blank out. It was time that she allowed her body to rest a little while and it was beyond her to disobey it.
Turning around in the bed, she faced Victor in her sleep. Her face was slightly covered by the hair she untied and allowed down during the night. Her upper chest (no boobs) was visible, as well as her neck and most of her pale face. She made not a sound within her sleep, but pulled her head a little further up the bed as though in an attempt to get fresh air.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 19, 2006 0:42:02 GMT -5
'Bite me.' Such a vampire's term to use. He kneeled down next to the bed and watched her sleeping. Smiling, he moved the hair from her and stroked her forehead as if she was a little child. Though, she did look like one in the first place.
"You're so gorgeous." Pedophile? No.. Victor didn't have much of a physical attraction to her. He was more attracted to herself all together. The visible skin that he saw didn't seem to really tempt him at all. He wasn't a rapist or a real pervert to someone he loved. Nothing like a man named Dion.
Tired. Victor really wanted to sleep but wasn't sure if he should allow himself to sleep in Meta's bed. Should he? Should he not? Should he be a gentlemen and sleep on the floor next to Meta? Yeah. That's what he'll do. In respect for Meta.
He curled up on the floor next to Meta's bed, still wearing only that pink towel. The missing clothes didn't seem to make Victor wonder at all. His arm under supporting his head, he whispered, "Good night." and fell asleep.
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 19, 2006 0:52:05 GMT -5
In her dreams, Meta heard a girl and a boy singing together. Odd. Meta seemed never to dream. What a lovely thing it was. Lights surrounded the two and there was a band behind them. The song reminded her of a pleading soul.
Meta rolled over in her sleep and she flumped (new word!) off her her bed and next to Victor. Seeking some source of warmth, Victor still had the warmth of his shower sticking to him. Meta inched, her senses not about her, toward Victor. She wrapped her arm around the man.
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Post by Victor Krieger on Dec 19, 2006 1:18:23 GMT -5
Eyes barely opened, the smell of Meta was near him. Vampire senses were starting to work for him. A cold warmth was around him and he opened his eyes to see what or who it was. Meta. What? Meta? Around him?
Meta..
Smiling, he snugged her closer to him gently, hugging her and giving her the rest of the human warmth that he contained until all and every vampire trait overpowered him. Her tiny body being wrapped by his. Basically a shell over her if anything were to harm her.
He closed his eyes, "I love you," and fell back asleep. How many times has he said that to Meta? How many times has he meant it? So many times that he has said it. They couldn't all be true meanings, could it?
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Post by Meta Bonnaire on Dec 19, 2006 1:24:32 GMT -5
[End Role-Play Session]
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