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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Nov 24, 2012 4:40:10 GMT 1
Dakota was happy to see Maggie but at the same time he was ashamed for not being able to handle a simple thing like putting on his pants. Now, here she was, looking down at him while he was exposed. “I’m indecent.” He muttered shameful, almost childlike. It seemed, however, that he didn’t have a choice since she was hauling him up off the floor in the most delicate fashion but with a strength you just didn’t see in today’s women. “Doesn’t hurt it either.” He muttered as he allowed himself to be handled and put back on the bed.
While he didn’t like being exposed to her, it didn’t seem to bother her so he didn’t worry about hurting himself to try and get his jeans on. He figured she would help him get them on if it bother her. He had no problems with nudity; he was just trying to be a gentleman. He did however lower a hand to cover his genitals, failing miserably due to the size of his manhood. He needed a distraction.
“Maggie, if you fetch me some bouncers to carry me upstairs, they can put me in a booth and you can enjoy the club.” He offered. He didn’t want her to get cabin fever here in his rooms. “Or, they can put me in a lounge chair outside at the tequila bar, if you wanna go outside for some fresh air.” He added. He thought that might be a better idea. He knew that was where Billy would be with Matthew since they were there most every night when they weren’t on stage. Moreover, she knew Billy Ray, perhaps they would enjoy the human company and Maggie could see how genuinely happy Billy Ray was.
“What do you say? I can lay down here in pain or lay up there in pain, makes me no mind. At least up there, you can enjoy yourself some, if you allow yourself to.” He had a feeling she would rebel against the notion of actually, genuinely enjoying herself but he could hope for the best at least.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Nov 28, 2012 1:24:45 GMT 1
Decency wasn’t something that a person should have been worried about in the circumstances that he was in but Maggie understood why Dakota might have brought it up and focused on that aspect rather than anything else that might have been cropping up. He had more control over that, or so it would have seemed previous to him stumbling, than the chest wound that was a constant reminder to him, even more so with each of his heartbeats surging more pain through him. That was undeniably at her mercy for how long he suffered and it was turning out that he was yet again in that same position. She wondered how that made him feel. If the roles were reversed Margaret would have been resenting him with a fiery passion but she didn’t see any hint of that in his eyes. Maggie couldn’t understand that and something told her that if she wanted to continue avoiding her feelings for him it would be best if she didn’t try to understand.
Ignorance was usually the key to hatred, Maggie was well aware of that. When she had asked the questions as to why she was supposed to hate vampires the logic had always been, according to her parents, that being ruled over wasn’t in a human beings nature- that they were supposed to be free creatures, unrestrained by the standards of others. It made sense, even as Maggie had begun forming her own opinions and thoughts on life matters, but nothing was ever one sided every aspect of every situation was multi-dimensional and Margaret had found it easier to ignore the undiscovered and never pursue it rather than have the morals she grew up on questioned. Her gaze couldn’t help but to occasionally flicker back over to Dakota’s impressive length poorly concealed behind his hand.
He was giving her decisions, both of which had their benefits. Being able to socialize with the people in the club would have been a nice escape from her being surrounded by mostly vampires. They didn’t- or hadn’t yet rather- made it a hostile environment for her but the knowledge that she was in the enemy’s den did have an unfortunate psychological effect on her making her feel, on and off when the truth of the matter crossed her mind, as though she were being backed into a corner. It was a dangerous thing to do to a person, especially one that had been raised the way she had. As nice as losing herself in a crowd might have been Maggie longed to see the sky, even if it was blackened by night. Just being out in the fresh air would do her wonders.
Whereas she couldn’t promise that she would enjoy herself to the point of letting her guard down Margaret was confident that she would be able to breathe a little easier in the open space. ”I’d like to go outside, please.” Whether the choice was hers or not Maggie wasn’t ready to let her manners slip. She was supposed to be respectful to Dakota as he was now her master. Pulling his pants further up she would raise her crystal blue gaze up to meet his eyes. A moment’s pause was spent searching Dakota’s eyes for some answer that she didn’t even know the question to yet before she would take him by the hands to help him stand up and finish the job she had started.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Nov 29, 2012 17:03:29 GMT 1
Fire...that was what was in her eyes as Koty gazed back at her with his stark baby blues. A vampire had to be careful with fire because they were easily burned but she carried the kind of fire that made his loins stir, making it harder to hide his nudity. He pressed it down so he could get his jeans over it without getting it caught, which helped to hide it some but probably not well enough. If he could have blushed he would have, but one could see that blush in his eyes. "S..sorry..." he muttered and tried weakly to get his jeans fastened without much pain.
Koty knew he could not get up the stairs in less time than an hour and that would be wasted. Going down while injured was one thing, up was entirely different and would require too much more effort. "Ok, if you would please hand me a t-shirt from my drawer and a shirt from my closet, I can get them on while you fetch some help." he played it off as if she had not sent him into a state of arousal, holding his lips down firmly to hide his fangs. He didn't want her to think that was what he wanted, even if it was, but he wanted it on her terms, not his own.
He waited for his shirts then began slowly putting them on. He wondered what she thought of his wardrobe being all black, even if it was western style apparel. "I got this, there will be bouncers at the top of the stairs." he informed her as he went to work trying to put the clothing on. He would have to trust that she would come back with the bouncers. It wasn't as if she could get away, there was too much security and she would have to get on the shuttle that came out to the club since there were always zombies between the club and the city walls. By the time they came, he was collapsed back on his pillow, panting from the effort of getting his shirts on. At least he had them on straight. He immediately hid his pain and pretended he was fine by setting his jaw and focusing on the task at hand.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Nov 29, 2012 22:04:55 GMT 1
His arousal didn’t help her to keep her eyes from him, but that unspoken vibe between them was becoming more and more charged with each passing event. Thirty days hadn’t seemed like too long a time but when she added this factor into the mix, her perspective was beginning to change. Her breath was shaky as she inhaled trying to keep her mind from its stirring but that was a futile task. It almost seemed that the more she tried not to think about it the more she did. Once he was covered up, though lessened slightly, she could still she him pressing against the fabric of his jeans. Maggie was still in only a towel herself but before she went to take care of getting dressed she did as she had been asked and retrieved Dakota’s shirts as he had asked.
Slipping into a pair of jeans and a floral blouse that the girls had brought for her Margaret paused to look in the mirror. Throw in some pigtails and a smile and it would have been like she was back in Haven. That had a bittersweet effect on her. Running the brush through her hair she would toss her golden mane over her shoulder for it to air dry and then get into a pair of boots that had also been left for her. She looked over to Dakota before stepping through the door making sure that he was fit to dress himself the rest of the way. Though Margaret didn’t believe that to truly be the case, assuming that he would struggle with that just as much as he had the jeans. At least he was on the bed so he wouldn’t be falling or anything of that sort.
It was a long incline up those steps and each one that she took it was quite the workout but nothing that she couldn’t get used to. By the time she reached the top and went to pull on the handle the bouncers on the other side had already turned around to greet her. She told them that they needed to come down and help Dakota up, which neither man had any questions or resistance doing, quickly following her back into the room. The moment that she re-entered her gaze went over to the bed landing on Dakota lying back, out of breath. Maggie went to his side offering an encouraging smile. ”Maybe the fresh air will do you some good too.” She hadn’t meant to admit that she needed the fresh air, in fact Margaret didn’t want to admit any form, however small it might have been, of weakness to him or any of the others. If not for her self-control Margaret might have even cringed at the slip up. Instead she tried to look at it positively, figuring out how it would play into her ploy.
He was a cowboy, manly, protective, and honorable from what she had gathered about him. Maggie was hardly the helpless woman that so many assumed she was because of her angelic face, but deceiving people into thinking that had been an excellent way of helping keep her alive in the past. If she was underestimated it was easier to work under the radar. Finding her angle here was a slow process but one day wouldn’t give her all the information that she needed and there had been moments that Maggie had been too distracted to think about her game plan. She needed to start looking for the value of the posse while she was keeping herself in their favor. Looking back at the bouncers Margaret moved out of their way. ”We’re taking him outside.”
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Dec 1, 2012 15:12:04 GMT 1
Dakota recognized the two bouncers immediately. There were hired hands who had joined the caravan a few years ago. He knew their fierce loyalty to the posse and knew he could trust them. "I like fresh air." Dakota panted softly at Maggie's suggestion. There was that split second of that guarded look she had from time to time. He knew what it was. She was struggling inside. It made him feel good inside that maybe he was getting through to her that all vampires were not the same.
Dakota knew there were vampires out there that didn't care about the humans. They saw them as food only and at times they saw them as pets or toys to be abused. Dakota had been with his father on many occasions when they had to take out a vampire who was like that. The vampire Posse didn't like the laws to be broken and King Drake's law was, we do not harm innocent humans. Yes, they are food, but to Drake, and the posse, they are wonderful spirited creatures with such creativity. They can create the most beautiful monumental creations with love, inspiration and care and then can take but a moment to destroy it all in their fits of temper. Not to mention, he constantly reminded the vampires, most of them were once human so they were kin.
"Ok, boys, lets get this party started. The bigger of the two bouncers reached for him and helped him sit up. "Wait, sir." the large man said to him. Dakota gave him a confused look as the man stepped back and began to remove his Kevlar vest. "This will help stabilize your torso so you don't get jostled as much."
Dakota was surprised by the man's ingenuity. "Where did you learn that?" he asked as he held his arms up and let the man put the stiff vest on him. "Dunno." the man shrugged it off. Dakota knew this man was smarter than he wanted to seem to everyone around him. He was big and quiet. Something bad had happened in his past and he just wanted to leave it behind. "Well, thanks. It's a good idea." Dakota patted the man's arm in thanks and to let him know he was not going to press it.
The other man grabbed Dakota's hand and set it on his head as the bigger man simply picked Dakota up without help and waited for the door.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Dec 1, 2012 20:56:07 GMT 1
When Margaret had first noticed that some of the people employed by the Blackwell’s were human it hadn’t surprised her. It was a necessity really with their weaknesses with daylight and humans had always been much easier to control than any other creature. A lycan never would have allowed themselves to serve a vampire fighting to the death, whosever came first. A mutant stuck to the shadows usually taking sanctuary in the underground maze of the city where they were more welcomed by their own kind than the city humans. The matter of demons and angels couldn’t even begin to be fathomed in any sort of inferior position to another creature and other vampires serving was of course possible and in some cases true because they had a caste system amongst themselves, but in the social order of things, human were the lowest denominator.
She looked on carefully, scrutinizing the bouncers’ features to try and get a good feel for them. Nothing suggested that they were content with working as they did. Margaret didn’t know their stories but she imagined that tragedy fit in at some point. In the world they lived it that was an inevitable fate to befall. As the one man stepped back Maggie stepped forward to, what she would realize later, scold him. That was cut off though hearing what he had to say. The thought of making things a little more comfortable for Dakota put her at ease. A smile crept onto her lips at the cleverness of the bouncer. She wasn’t too surprised that he hadn’t given Dakota a satisfactory answer, some things, as Margaret well knew, were better left kept to yourself.
Once he had been hauled up Maggie went to the door opening for them to go through and made the quick decision to go ahead of them to open the other door rather than trail behind to make sure no one started to fall back. ”Please be careful.” That could have been taken in any number of ways such as not rolling back down the stairs- but perhaps what she was really heeding caution about was limiting Dakota’s pain. The incline was just as steep as it had been before and Margaret didn’t ever get too far ahead of them though gave ample space, checking back on the trio occasionally.
Reaching the door again, finally Maggie would put her weight into opening it up as well as that reserved strength that she had already showed Dakota by heaving him up off the floor. It was one of those moments that she didn’t really want to give away too much so was sure to put some effort into making it look like a bigger struggle than it was. The music from the hall poured through the crack in the door and Margaret slipped through to open it all the way from the other side and with a different leverage than the narrow stairs could have provided.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Dec 2, 2012 15:40:15 GMT 1
Dakota bit back a growl of pain when he was picked up. He was not going to let Maggie see his weakness. She had already seen the extent of his injury and he did not need to remind her that he remained in pain because she could not offer him a feeding for the right reason. She had to want him to feed on her. She had to want him to feed on him because she cared how he felt, cared about his well-being. Her words of warning to be careful said something, just a little bit of something since it could have meant anything. He could only hope it meant she was beginning to see that he was worth caring about.
Dakota didn't believe in hate of any kind. He felt that hate was a disease that had to be cured. Unfortunately, sometimes there was only one way to cure that hatred. He could remember going to the aide of a neighborhood in the deep south where young people were getting beaten, raped and killed just because someone hated people with that color of skin. Over night, the people had been liberated from the monsters who oppressed them. Funny thing, those monsters were human...
Dakota wanted Maggie to see that Vampires didn't have to be evil creatures. They could be symbiotic with their human companions, give and take. Like Billy Ray and Matthew. Billy Ray fed Matthew's nutritional needs and Matthew fed Billy Rays emotional needs. The two really loved each other. Dakota always found the couple to be perfect love.
The bouncer carried him through the club with Maggie leading the way. Dakota called out directions when the time came and it was not long before he was being lowered onto a lounge chair. He did not see his father follow them out.
"You doing alright? I heard you still won't eat." Hoyt knelt beside him and stroked his cheek, "I need you to be well, son." Dakota could hardly stand the pain in his fathers eyes in regards to his own pain. "I will Pa... I just need some time." Dakota took Hoyt's hand and squeezed it before letting go. He watched Hoyt stand and turn to Maggie and offer a soft, genuine smile. "You must be worth it. Please... don't let him suffer too long." Pink tears budded at his lower eyelids and he quickly disappeared into club.
"Pa..." Dakota shook his head, looking defeated. What was he going to do? He was causing his father pain. At least he knew he had a good reason. He turned his eyes to Maggie. "Don't worry about him. He's over protective of all of us. I don't think anyone in the world could love me as much as that man." he drawled and forced a smile.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Dec 3, 2012 7:36:05 GMT 1
She had was distracted by the cool night air gently grazing her cheeks as they exited the club. It was a rejuvenating feeling that if Maggie closed her eyes and tuned out the sounds that could be heard from inside she would be able to picture what home had felt like. For a moment, in this effort of separation from reality her reminiscent thoughts were so strong that she could have sworn she could smell her mother’s hair, feel the silky locks against her face as though she had buried herself into her shoulder, collected in a tight hug. Moments like that were distant. Maggie had left home at the age of seven to be brought up in New Vegas under the marshal of her father were everything that she did was a secret, who she was, what her purpose. She hadn’t been raised as a daughter but rather in a sense of espionage. Recalling her mother was difficult for Margaret at times but if she cleared her mind and focused hard enough the memory came back.
Both of her parents had been soldiers of the resistance but when it came to home life her mother had set aside the hardened ways to give her only daughter the affection that she had thought necessary to raise a proper woman. Maggie had never finished learning that particular trait though so what she knew of it was stunted and then faked, mimicking what she had seen in other people to satisfy a role played rather than actually feeling it herself. When Dakota gave her those looks, though Margaret could recognize them and even reciprocate if the occasion called for it, she didn’t, to her knowledge, understand what it meant to love someone and by extension didn’t believe that she was truly capable of anything more than an imitation of the emotion.
One of the men from before, his voice cut through the silence making Maggie turn to look at the tenderness that was shown between father and child. Roman had never done anything like that with Margaret. It wasn’t conducive to her training and so had been opted out of their lifestyle. Still, Margaret could recognize the emotions in Hoyt, she could see how concerned he was for Dakota’s well being, both physically and with the matters of the heart. The smile afforded to her was met with Maggie bowing her head out of respect, though she kept her gaze trained on Hoyt. A nod of acknowledgment was all that she could give him as making any promises not to prolong his suffering couldn’t be given.
Having Dakota wait on her to drink from might never happen and that wasn’t a burden that Maggie particularly wanted to bear. It left too much uncertain with her. Though he might be in a weakened state and his care would pull focus from the group onto him, she wasn’t sure it was a weighted risk that she should take. It also meant that she would be under his constant watch with her needed to be at his side during the extension of his immobility. Margaret moved over to Dakota sitting down next to him, her body angled so that she was facing him wholly. ”You shouldn’t worry your family unnecessarily. Isn’t my permission for you to drink in general enough? Does it have to be only from me?” Her questions were beseeching wanting to understand his logic so that she might have a better chance of altering it.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Dec 6, 2012 3:15:43 GMT 1
Dakota looked up at Maggie, meeting her eyes. Slowly he reached out and took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb. He had so many things that he wanted to say but every time he looked into her eyes, he became like a schoolboy. With the cool night air, the island music, the strings of twinkle lights lighting up the back patio of the club and her so very close to him, how could he possibly think.
He noticed Billy Ray and Matthew sitting at the bar, chatting and snickering. Every once in awhile one would stroke the others hand, cheek or knee and soft kisses would be exchanged. He sighed at the thought of never knowing that kind of love again. If every woman in the world found him to be a monster, he may as well just stick with being with Lacey since all they ever did was fight. At least then, he would not be alone, without love. But that was not what he wanted.
“I have my reasons for wanting you to want me to feed from you.” He said softly. “I want you to know in your heart that I am no more a monster than the humans who kill each other off for a bit of land, who beat their children in drunken rages, who feed on the misfortunes of others and profit by it.” he began. “I promised you that I would not feed from anyone until you gave me permission to and the permission you gave me was under duress. You didn’t mean it. You only gave it because you were afraid of what my family might think or do. But as you see, they have done nothing to you because they know it is my stubborn integrity that keeps me from feeding.” He shifted uncomfortably on the lounge chair with a wince. His throat was suddenly itchy, burning. “I want you to see me as the man that I am, not the monster you think I am.” He coughed painfully and groaned in pain.
Dakota heard another cough and looked over at Matthew. He was coughing too. There was something wrong. “Something is not right, Vampires do not catch cold.” He murmured as other Vampires starting gripping their throats. Suddenly all of them were gagging on blood and struggling to stay standing or keep from falling off chairs. His throat tightened, his body felt like it was on fire. He coughed again, blood spewed from his mouth.
“MATTHEW!” he heard Billy Ray shouting. The humans were running inside. He stayed conscious long enough to see Billy Ray run to the door with his hands out waving them frantically, “NO! Pa! NO! Don’t come out here, there is silver in the air!” he watched as suddenly a dart was sticking out of Billy Ray’s neck. Billy Ray's hand clapped over it and he turned to look at Maggie, "Run...Maggie run" he managed to get out before he fell to the ground. Koty looked up at Maggie, “Maggie?” he gurgled and everything went black.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Dec 6, 2012 6:51:42 GMT 1
Her instincts as far as what she had been taught growing up suggested that she should have been pulling away or at least flinching at his touch but Maggie didn’t move. It had become a necessity for her to endure these sorts of things as for a good few years plenty of people that she didn’t particularly want touching her had that privilege considering her cover in New Vegas as a call girl. When he touched her though she wasn’t repulsed or fearful of him, it made her hand tingle in that overly indulgent way having her actually enjoy the moment. Her focus wasn’t on Billy Ray or Matthew in the least but rather stuck on Dakota in anticipation of his answer. There was that look in his eyes, one that she didn’t like in the least.
As he spoke Margaret was made even more well aware of why she hadn’t liked that look in his eyes. He was stubborn as hell. She did her best not to be angry about it but how was she supposed to react when someone was making things inconvenient for her- or she was really worried and just denying it to herself making up excuses to explain away how frustrated she was with him? Maggie’s brow knitted not even bothering to hide the fact that she wasn’t pleased with him. There was a thin line between being noble and being a nuisance and right at that moment she felt like he was leaning too far toward the latter.
”You’re too stubborn for your own good. How can you sit there in obvious pain and expect me to just let it happen?” It wasn’t really an admittance for him to feed off of her but maybe it would persuade Dakota to budge on his stance if he knew that his methods were just irritating her rather than getting his message across that he wasn’t a monster. Her gaze shifted to Matthew as he too started to cough and her mind, still muddled with her frustration toward Dakota, took a moment longer to process what was likely happening. When she did though, rather than looking to the others, Maggie looked out at their surroundings to see if she could spot yet what was likely coming. Her attention was pulled back to Dakota too soon though as he spewed up blood.
What to do? If she ran it would not only make her an even bigger target for those that were hunting the vampires not to mention it would be abandoning her slavery as well as the civil posse that was being so accommodating of her. If she stayed though…well, Billy Ray was proof of what might happen or worse. Her hesitation probably had other reasons attached like not wanting to leave Dakota in his present state but survivalist instincts were much stronger in her than anything else. He told her to run, blacked out on the ground and Margaret backed away from the scene hoping to slip away rather than run and draw too much attention. it didn't work. Arms wrapped around her from behind and she was faced with the choice of struggling or letting them think she was a weakling. Maggie fought against the man for a moment, as though it were on instinct, but it was just a ruse. This was potentially a good thing, wasn't it? Getting out of her blood slavery but then what would it hold for it, something worse? She was dragged away feeling a blow to the back of the head, hard enough to knock her unconscious.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Dec 7, 2012 17:29:05 GMT 1
Dakota woke up with the taste of blood in his mouth. He opened his eyes as instinct drew him to latch onto the wrist being shoved in his face. "Wake up Koty, I need you to wake up. We gotta get you inside." he looked up to see Billy's face. Reality hit him and he immediately pushed the wrist away. "Dadburn it Billy Ray, I promised." he cursed the young blonde human.
"I know, but I can't lift you, I've been drugged so I'm as weak as a newborn. Matthew won't wake up." Billy looked terrified. "I can't get him to drink, your instinct was stronger cuz you were already weak."
Dakota looked over at Matthew who had been propped up against the bar. He then looked at the Vampires in his family that were pressed against the windows, looking concerned. He grunted as Billy pulled on his arms. "You have to help me." the boy grunted. Dakota swung his legs over the lounge chair, realizing he had healed more from the small amount of blood Billy Ray gave him. Then he realized something. "Where is Maggie!" he gasped and looked around. His grip was so tight on Billy Ray's arm that the man winced, "Koty..." he whimpered and tried to pull his arm away, "She's gone. They took her and a few others." Dakota realized what he was doing and let go of Billy Ray's arm and patted it in apology. "Let's get Matthew inside. The VSF can get the others."
Dakota was moving much easier with the fresh human blood in him. It would not heal him all the way but it was enough to give him the strength to drag Matthew into the club and get the door shut. A flurry of questions were asked and Matthew was immediately fitted with a tube in his nose so they could get blood into him. An elemental was brought in the blow the air around the outside of the club out into the desert where the silver would dissipate on its own. All Dakota could think of was Maggie. Where was she? Was she alright? What were they doing to her. The VSF arrived and the others were being moved to safety and fed. The humans were being treated and no one seemed to understand that Maggie was missing. That is everyone but his Pa.
Dakota backed up on wobbly legs toward the door. He knew he only had a few hours before the sun came up and he was going to find her. Suddenly he heard a voice and felt a hand on him. "I know I can't stop you, Koty." his fathers soft voice drawled. "All I can ask is that you be careful and you come home to me safe. Now go, before the trail gets cold." He motioned toward the door. Dakota nodded and slipped out of the door. What he didn't see was his Pa nod at a group of his brothers. The four of them moved to slip out of another door and followed him and a safe distance. They would let him do it himself but if it looked like he was in trouble, all hell was going to break loose on whoever did this.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Dec 8, 2012 21:58:38 GMT 1
There was a certain sense of panic taking over Maggie. Even someone with as much training and composure as she had did have the ability to become scared. She was torn as to her feelings with the whole ordeal as well. Being away from Dakota was probably the best thing for her emotionally- out of sight out of mind. But at the same time she didn’t know where she was being taken. That fear of the unknown gripped at her just as tightly as her kidnapper had. Once they were some distance away rather than restraining her himself, Maggie’s arms were tied behind her back, the rope pinching into her wrists uncomfortably but nothing that she couldn’t handle. She was stronger than anyone ever gave her credit for. They hadn’t just captured her but a few others, faces that she had seen around the club. It put a limitation on how she could play this, at least until- or if- her captors got her alone.
Every move was being watched. The frequenters at the hall, if they survived, might relay some information back to the posse that Maggie didn’t want them knowing. Remaining neutral wasn’t an easy thing to do when your life was on the line. Based on what she had seen of these rebels, Margaret thought it was a safe assumption that they weren’t the type to trifle with. She had to be careful about what she did and didn’t do. The first step of course would be to find out what their purpose was. If they were just seizing the club to kill vampires and then give that extra blow to the city by murdering humans as well as some protest to blood consumption from their little pets then there wasn’t much that Maggie could do except appeal to their better nature.
Looking over the group she was searching for the one that seemed to be running the show, she wanted to know who was in charge as he would be her best chance for survival. Maggie had quite a few advantages at her disposal but she couldn’t be reckless in using them. She felt someone lean into her, a light pressure requesting her attention. Turning her head to look at another human that had been taken it seemed as though they were trying to silently communicate with her. The subtle nod toward a gap in their captors she was getting the impression that the man wanted to barrel through in an attempt to escape. She shook her head that was too risky. Her opinion wasn’t heeded as caution and the man took off himself slamming his shoulder into one of the kidnappers along the way. The kidnapper might have fallen to the ground but there were others on the escapee and instead of recapturing him, the man was simply executed and left along the trail to wherever it was they were headed. Maggie didn’t mourn for him though, in fact the disposed of body was good, it meant he would be a breadcrumb to follow should anyone decide to.
Furious, one of the others grabbed the one on the ground and pulled him up by his shirt collar berating him. That gave off the impression that he was the ringleader of this merry little band. Maggie set her attention on him studying the man like she would have one of her marks. He was quick-tempered, ruthless even, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t be fooled like anyone else. Slowly, she made her way closer to him to test the waters, so to speak. Bumping into him her gaze would snap down to the ground, apologizing in a soft, innocent tone, before her brilliant blue eyes would travel up to meet his gazing up at him from underneath a set of thick lashes. Her feminism turned full on and his attention successfully captured. How he reacted to her would help decide how Margaret would end of playing this.
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Post by Lonnie on Dec 9, 2012 14:37:22 GMT 1
Lonnie strolled through the night, listening to the island twang in the nights music not far off from where he was. His mind was reeling with song lyrics and he was deep in thought. He was so deep in thought that he wasn’t whistling. He had gone for a long walk and was headed back to the club when he heard footsteps of a lot of people, at least 10 or 15 of them. He stared for a moment and saw that this was some kind of hostage situation and Dakota’s slave was being lead away as one of them. He knew Dakota was in love with her, otherwise he wouldn’t be acting the fool and not feeding. He would be lounging around in Lacey’s bed, frolicking and sucking up all the sympathy he could get. But no, he wouldn’t feed because he wanted that woman in the worst way.
Then he noticed two of his own blood slaves were there. Oh no, they did not! David and Willow were his and he could not sleep without them. He had aquired them when he got to New Vegas, selecting only those who had volunteered to be blood slaves. They were more like friends than anything else with all the fun they had, especially in bed. He took them fishing in the dark, let them go into the city to shop and pretty much let them do whatever they wanted as long as they were in his bed when he got there and they always were, waiting with open arms.
Lonnie simply blurred into an empty space and fell in line with the others. No one even noticed. Casually he moved one step at a time until he was walking next to Maggie with his head down so the brim of his hat covered the top half of his face. “Ahem.” He cleared his throat softly and turned his head just enough to look at Maggie under the brim of his hat with a shit eating grin and tipped his hat. His face went serious, taking on a frightened and uncertain countenance and he looked down at the ground as he trudged along with the others. He let himself fall back so he was walking with David and Willow, motioning for them to keep silent. He was glad they had the presence of mind to wipe the smiles off their faced. He walked a step in front of them so he could see Maggie since she seemed to be playing a dangerous game with the gang leader.
He could have taken them out but not before they hurt some of the humans and he couldn't let that happen. So he would stay with them and keep them safe, just pretending to be a human hot-headed cowboy. If push came to shove, he would get his slaves out of there and Maggie too if he was able.
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Post by Margaret Rosier on Dec 10, 2012 7:49:17 GMT 1
Tact was a necessity growing up. Without it Maggie wouldn’t have been able to survive let alone live in the lie that had been built up around her. In some ways Margaret wasn’t even sure who she really was. The thing about being a chameleon and blending into different situations was that you tended to loose yourself in the process. Blending in right now meant doing what her kidnappers said and no instruction had been given except for the unspoken suggestion that they follow along without giving anyone any trouble. The group was boxed in for the most part with small gaps between the men for, what she imagined to be, a wider view of their surroundings. It was, after all, still dark out and being bunched up together too closely could give their hostages the chance to strike out at them. They were kept within close range shooting distance without being point blank. Maggie gave them credit for that there but it had allowed for Lonnie to slip through the crack apparently as soon he was at her side and stopping her from making any move.
Glancing over at him and taking in the shadowed features of his face Maggie did recognize him and could put a name to the face. She had more than enough composure though not to even so much as crack a smile at him though she would nod subtly to inform Lonnie that she realized who he was. This put even more limitation on her actions and Maggie could feel her options strangling in around her. He was both a benefit and a burden for her at that point. Of the group he was the most valuable bargaining chip and if need be Margaret could always get in better favor with the leader of this group by outing Lonnie, however, if that was done it, like most other things that she could do, would need to be in private. Her hope that they separated the group when they reached their destination increased.
With Lonnie falling back in the line though it gave Margaret a clearer head to think. Just as she might out Lonnie, if any of the others in the group knew that she said something they might out her to the posse- or even the kidnappers might say something in the event that the Blackwells caught up with them. She was finding herself at quite the stalemate on what to do. If it was solely a case of survival, which for the life of her Maggie was doing her best to make it that way, she wouldn’t have worried about what happened to Lonnie or anyone else that was in harm’s way. However, emotions had a pesky way of slipping into equations. Being with Dakota was making her weak, having Margaret take others into consideration, which was something that she had been able to avoid mostly her whole life. Killing that hunter at the casino not too long ago had been a moment of moral upset, but Maggie had done what she needed to do. She had to treat her current situation like that.
The further they got the closer they came to the building that had been intended for them. It was thickly fortified, solid, and though not impenetrable, would take quite some time to get through which would effectively give those inside time to get out and away. For a moment Maggie allowed herself to wonder if Dakota had made it or if someone had done him in. And if he had made it was he coming after her? But these thoughts- these hopes- were quickly dismissed. Maggie had only relied on herself for all these years and a single man, a vampire no less, wasn’t going to change that. The leader took a hold of her upper arm pulling her into him as the others were ushered along and Margaret looked up at him innocently, expectantly, even with a bit of admiration. She was well schooled in the art of deception.
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Post by Dakota Blackwell on Dec 10, 2012 15:39:47 GMT 1
Dakota followed closely but not so close that he would be discovered. He was not healed enough to move with Vampire sleep and agility and his strength was barely that of a human but he had to rescue Maggie come hell or high water. He didn't notice the dark figures blurring past him from time to time as his Vampire senses were seriously depleted. He wondered if he could endure this pain all the time just so he could be more human. Would Maggie like him better if he did? If that were so, he would no longer want her. He was Vampire and if she decided she could not love him because of it, then he would set her free and walk away. He wouldn't like it but he had to be who he was.
Several of the men who were taken from the club were wearing cowboy hats but he saw one unmistakable stark white hat that could only belong to one person. He smiled at the audacity of that smart-ass. No one but Lonnie would try to get away with that. Then he saw Maggie. Not only did he see her, he saw a man pulling her against him. He let out a low growl and vowed to kill that man for disrespecting a lady, especially when it was his lady.
"Don't worry Maggie, I made my promise to you and I'll keep it or die." he muttered. He saw the city wall ahead and was glad of it because zombies were often seen in this area. He was in no condition to battle a zombie. He continued to move along with them as they were taken through what looked like a secret door. Where did that come from? He waited for all of them to enter before following. He came through just in time to see them disappearing into an old warehouse building.They had entered the city in the Undercity, interesting. Who were these men and why had they taken only blood slaves?
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