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Post by angelique on Mar 28, 2011 3:51:06 GMT 1
Angelique could tell he was enjoying everything she gave to him. He seemed to delight in her blood as if it were ambrosia. He kept licking at her that her body was practically screaming for more even as his tongue lapped against her neck making her fingernails press into his skin lightly in enjoyment and pleasure.
His blood on her tongue tasted so good and her body practically melted more against him as she enjoyed what she had found. "Mmm..." She mewled softly against his skin but then she was being pulled off of the man and she felt the graze of Gabriel's fangs as she was pulled off of him. She was angry at the interruption.
She watched as Gabriel stood looking furious and as if he had just been about to be well loved. He looked absolutely delicious even with her blood on his lips and his sliding along his neck. She heard his growl before she heard his words. He looked about ready to do some damage.
But the man behind her gripped her by the neck and she growled. She was practically collared by the man's hand on her neck and she was trying to get herself free. She brought her elbow back to hit the man in the stomach even as she fought to get away from him. Her eyes went to Gabriel. Her bouncers were heading over. She reached down to her skirt to try to get the blade from out of it's sheath inside of her right boot.
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Post by growhart on Mar 28, 2011 9:30:41 GMT 1
Gabriel was not impressed. His utterly dishevelled look said just about everything that had been going on only moments ago. Four hundred damned years he had waited for the sweet taste of Angelique's blood. Too many years of pent up frustration finally at their end...and then some "bozo" comes and pulls her right out of his lap.
No way. Not him. Not the Gabriel Kingman. What sort of stupid, messed up, jumped up, arrogant little rat wa- Stop. Think. Breathe.
No. Too far gone. Fists clenched. Both sets of fangs bared. Sweet blood still on his lips. This guy was going down. But how? Angelique was in the way...Momentarily, in his fit of rage, Gabe was at a loss for what to do.
He counted the seconds. Ten. Eleven. A sudden blur streaked up behind the other man. Twelve. "You let her go...Or I'll rip out that lovely little throat of yours, boy. I don't ask so nicely the second time..." His voice was an animalistic growl. Frustration and lust had turned to rage and anger.
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Post by angelique on Mar 28, 2011 20:58:45 GMT 1
Angelique could just touch the top of her blade in her boot and her finger kept slipping as she tried to get it out. She couldn't bend to grab it and no, she wasn't afraid. If anything happened to her those around would brutally slaughter this asshole. She was angry and kept trying to get her fingers around the hilt of the blade. But she just couldn't quite grasp it at all.
Her eyes slid to Gabriel who looked like he was about to go ballistic. The hand on her throat was starting to be wet with her blood from Gabriel's cut to it. Calm down, Angelique. You have to think on what all that you can do right now. But in seconds Gabriel had made his move and heard the words out of Gabriel's mouth and the animalistic growl that it was.
She shivered but instead of the man letting go of her neck he tightened it some. She saw her bouncers waiting to see what to do. The man kept a hold on her. She heard his words in her ear. "Okay, buttercup. We still aren't done with my fun."
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Post by growhart on Mar 28, 2011 22:54:34 GMT 1
Through the delectable scent of blood in the air Gabe picked it out. The man was a vampire. A youngling, though. younger than Angie herself , but not by much. His brain wasn't thinking about rules and regulations. Council members were allowed to make lawful kills, in aid of their mate, or in self defence, unless it was a human, then it was up to them. While Angie wasn't exactly his mate, the egotist figured he'd just let it all play out later, and he'd explain to the VSF, or whoever when he needed to.
"Sorry, babe...I'm about to make a mess outta this guy." He whispered, past the neck of the male vampire and into Angelique's ear. His breath came hard and heavy, one hand grabbing at the jaw of the male and the other at the base of his neck. "I don't ask so nicely the second time."I don't ask so nicely the second time, pal. Last chance." Proof that Gabe was feeling tolerant tonight was found in the fact that he gave the poor man a second chance to give up.
The other male was squirming in his grip, but refused to let go of Angelique. Gabriel took that as a no.
With strength equalling that of around seven men Gabriel pushed the youngling's jaw up, holding the rest of him in place with the other hand. He could feel it. The slow but sure tension increase, unable to control it, the casino owner bit into the youngling's neck. Rather than a puncture, or a cut, however, he tore a large chunk of flesh from the poor vampire's neck. Agony would've been hitting him around now, and Gabe knew it wouldn't kill the male, but it would certainly teach him a lesson.
The youngling's blood was spilling forth at an alarming rate and Gabriel revelled in the feeling of control. The vampire clutched at the gaping hole in his neck, releasing Angelique, finally. Gabriel took a step back, watching him writhe, and turned to Angie. "You alright, babe?" The devilish grin of the old vampire was stained with the blood of both the woman before him, and the youngling vampire.
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Post by angelique on Mar 28, 2011 23:20:41 GMT 1
Angelique was trying to get away by now. She wanted to have the man's hand off of her neck. She knew the rules surrounding Gabriel about the killing of a vampire. She heard his words passed the man's neck into her ear. She shivered some. She wasn't afraid of him. She had known him for so long that she wouldn't be scared of him at all. He sounded so angry though.
"Sounds like a very good time, Gabriel." She choked out softly. She heard his next words to the man. Two chances? From stories Gabriel only gave one chance before it was all done. She could feel the man squirming but couldn't see what was happening behind her. The man's hand had tightened and she whined some.
She felt something wet fall onto the back of her white button down men's shirt soon. What was going on behind her? Her bouncers' eyes were wide as if they couldn't believe what they were witnessing. Soon she was free and took a deep breath as she brought her hand to her neck trying to stay steady on her feet even as she turned around to see what was going on. The man was on the ground clutching his neck and Gabriel was standing there with a devilish grin on his handsome face.
She rolled her eyes with a smirk curving her lips before she brought her foot back and kicked the man right in the stomach. "Bastard!" She looked at Gabriel with a laugh. "I'm peachy keen, can't you tell?" She stepped right on the man as she moved towards Gabriel. She looked over her shoulder at her bouncers. "Clean up the mess!" She stood directly in front of Gabriel and grinned. "Your five minutes are up, Gabriel dear." She laughed at that.
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Post by growhart on Mar 29, 2011 1:04:26 GMT 1
Gabe couldn't help but smile at her response. "Ah...then can we continue?" His tone was boyish, and hopeful, making it hard to believe what he had just done. Then she told him his time was up. What? How? Oh, nevermind then, she had yet to return a verdict on his "worthiness". This oughta be fun.
Over her shoulder he saw two bouncers dragging the youngling, who was still squirming, from the club. There was a fairly large pool of blood in the middle of the floor, his smirk was soft and sly, he looked like a child admiring his handiwork.
"so? Am i "worthy" of such a prize? Or do i go home with someone of a much lower standard?" Gabe licked some of the blood from his fingers, nowhere near as sweet as the club owner's, but just enough to sate him.
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Post by angelique on Mar 29, 2011 1:22:40 GMT 1
Angelique heard the boyish and hopeful tone in his voice as he spoke. She knew that if she fell for it though then she would be just another body that he enjoyed. He was a council man and she knew that they always got what they wanted. How many had come into her place believing that they could have her? They were left in her employee's capable hands.
But Gabriel she always came to when he asked for her. She didn't quite understand it but that was how it always had been. When she went to his casino she asked for him and even if he was busy he finished up his business in haste and came as her escort. It was always as it was done. No one understood the relationship the two had but it was as it was.
She didn't have to see the two bouncers dragging the man out the door to know that her words were being followed. She looked a mess she was sure. Blood in her hair and down along her clothing as if she were a blood witch or something. She could tell he was enjoying his handiwork and she didn't mind the mess. She had done worse here herself. But no one was telling.
"Oh Gabriel dear, you know even if you take home someone of a much lower standard you still won't be pleased and will return again." She gave him a sly smile at that even as she got close to him. She grasped his wrist and brought his hand to her mouth as she looked up at him. Her tongue slid out and she licked a long his finger taking the blood on her tongue and back into her mouth before she pressed fully against him.
She began to lick up the blood along his chin before whispering. "And they would never be me, is that not true?" She laughed so softly. "No matter how much they try or you try they are not me. I'm the one that keeps you all knotted and wanting more even though you wish you didn't."
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Post by growhart on Mar 30, 2011 2:10:07 GMT 1
Gabe had always seen their relationship as one of mutual respect, and an odd sort of dependence. When he rolled back into town every now and then over the centuries, he could usually be found in her company. When he had built the Camelot and moved into New Vegas permanently their visits became more and more frequent, with him turning up at her door almost every week.
He was forever captivated by those light chocolatey eyes, so similar and yet so different from his own green tinged hazel hues. Now he'd been given a chance to get as much as he'd been asking for for so many years, and defended it against the impertinent youngling, who was now clutching his neck on the way home through the dark streets. Gabriel certainly saw what Angelique had to offer as precious, though he knew he'd have a hard time proving it, especially with his pride in the way of it.
She spoke to him, knowing that every word she said to him was true, and would hit him pretty damn hard, though not as hard as her teasing touch. Angelique's tongue ran across his wrist, and moments later dragged across the rough half stubble on his chin, causing him to gulp hard. Such an accursed tease.
"So...Is that a yes?" He moved his head around, and the old vampire licked at the still wet blood trickling down Angie's neck, sucking softly on the open wound.
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Post by angelique on Mar 30, 2011 2:58:08 GMT 1
Angelique always expected him every week or something like that. He always seemed to come back for her torture as if he enjoyed it. It reminded her of a song. Black Black Heart by David Usher. Black black heart why would you offer more Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy I'm on fire I'm rotting to the core I'm eating all your kings and queens All your sex and your diamonds.
Their relationship was based on how their actions were to each other. He wanted to be satisfied but so did she. He was on fire with his lust and she was rotted to the core. Their relationship had lasted a very long time. It was built on strength and any that seemed to get in the way were tossed aside. She remembered one time he had made the mistake of showing a woman about his casino and Angelique had shown up. She saw the woman with Gabriel.
She had gone to one of his male employees and made it quite entertaining. She had brushed against him and asked if he would like to have a dance. Gabriel nearly flipped his lid at that and Angelique made her way outside. She disappeared quickly into the night. She never did know what happened to that employee.
As Angelique made her way to Gabriel she moved utmost grace as if she were pure sex and pleasure. She didn't care how many saw none questioned her actions though they complained that Gabriel being Council could dispose of Angelique at any time. But Angelique laughed so softly at their words and always said 'I would love to see him try.' She knew he wouldn't do that though because he wanted more.
Angelique smirked even as she licked along his chin even as heard him gulp. She tilted her head as he licked at the still trickling wound on her neck before he began to suck softly at the wound. "What do you think, Gabriel? You just threatened to pick another woman. Do you not learn from history?" She giggled some at that knowing that no matter how hard she pushed he wouldn't do anything about it. He could do something about it but that would be the opposite of what he wanted. "I'm not one of your women, Gabriel and we both know it."
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Post by growhart on Mar 31, 2011 19:56:05 GMT 1
Gabriel couldn't help but recall a similar occasion. Though it had been Angelique who made the first move that time. She never did explain to him what was going on with the young human employee, but it didn't matter, the man was now a blood slave to Gabe himself, rarely taken from, but never really ignored either. Gabriel himself had made the attack on the mortal while showing a fairly wealthy business woman around the casino on request.
Funny, how they were together like this, close enough for jealousy, far enough apart for coldly suggestive insults.
He sank his fangs into her once more, making a second cut, the blood filling his mouth. His lips left blood on her tanned skin, already marred by his attack on the youngling. Another growl formed in his throat, his words slightly mangled by the vocalisation. "Don't deny it....You need this as much as i do, Angie. You want it too..."
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Post by angelique on Apr 1, 2011 2:46:11 GMT 1
Angelique knew how most saw her but she had made it to where she was by being the woman she was. Tempting and tough was her forte. She knew what Gabriel longed for and she always thought it was just because she ended it before giving in. She had slipped away into the night without another word that night to Gabriel. The games they played with each other were strong and very passionate. It was like their relationship. Jealousy and taunting making their bond stronger. No one ever stepped in between that knew the two. They knew what the two were capable of.
But when she got to him and was once more up close and personal she felt his fangs sink into her flesh once more and her lips parted as she gasped. The pain only adding to the pleasure. One hand came up and slid into his hair as if holding his mouth to her flesh even as she heard his words. Her other hand grabbed the front of his shirt and fisting it in her hand.
But then her own mouth came down and her fangs made another cut in his flesh as they sunk through. She pulled her fangs out licking at his flesh. They looked like a bloody pair as if they had practically rolled in blood and enjoyed every moment of it. They pulled at each other and shoved at each other with every step.
It was like a dance between them that only the pair themselves could understand. Strength, blood, jealousy, passion, and other things that even Angelique didn't want to think on. She licked at his cuts like a cat even as the blood slid down her chin. She finally let go of his shirt and watched the blood slide down along his neck and she took the hand out of his hair and opened his shirt by pulling it apart. He would look like she had made him her lover by the time this was done.
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Post by growhart on Apr 15, 2011 18:58:20 GMT 1
Gabriel was a mess, but he'd never dare admit it to the siren in his arms. Knotted up? Too right, she just didn't seem to stop for him to catch his breath when they were like this. Four centuries on edge and he was tasting pure paradise at last.
"You're right..." He murmured the words against the woman's tan skin, still lapping at the bloody cuts he had made, like some thirsty animal. "They're not you." The licking stopped and the vampire made himself a bloody trail of gentle kisses leading up Angelique's neck, the last of which left its dark red mark along her jaw line, less than an inch from her lips.
"And you are what i want....no....what i need." His voice was husky from want, her teasing was doing its usual number on him, though it felt ten times worse.
If Gabriel got his way, he would be her lover when they were done.
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Post by angelique on Apr 17, 2011 2:38:52 GMT 1
Angelique could tell the man in front of her was on edge. The man who always seemed to hold her close or try to get her in his arms. His lips against her neck were making her want to melt into his arms but she knew that was exactly what he wanted her to do.
The lapping of his tongue made her want to shiver and press more into him. She heard his murmured words and wanted to believe him but no. Not even with the delightful feel of his kisses along her neck leaving more blood on her. She probably looked like an amazon or something. She felt his kisses end close to her lips and her lips parted some.
He kept making it so hard to keep saying no to him when she wanted to say yes. She looked up into his eyes. What was she doing? Maybe one kiss. That wouldn't hurt at all and then she would send him packing once more. A kiss wouldn't hurt, would it? No, she wouldn't get hurt by this man. She knew how he worked and the company he kept to a degree, She would never be just another pretty face to him. Someone to have sex with. She had worked too hard to get where she was to let him bring her to her knees.
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Post by growhart on Apr 24, 2011 16:10:06 GMT 1
Gabriel's "Will of Steel" was long gone, his eyes were practically pleading with Angelique. She obviously didn't know quite how much she meant to him. Far beyond lust or friendship, but the proud council member would never say it aloud. When you've chased someone for so long it's hard to think of letting go.
As his hazel eyes met her darker set he felt them begging for her. Not just her body, her soul.The vampire wanted her in so many ways that his ego, however large it may be, was shoved aside. Gabe's brows furrowed in what might have been interpreted as sadness, her lips were mere centimetres from his, what was stopping him?
His lips left another bloodied peck on the corner of her mouth before he pulled away. As usual he was getting nowhere fast, and the will to continue this torturous night was dissipating, though his feelings weren't.
Gabriel let out a small sigh in defeat, his eyes avoiding Angelique's.
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Post by angelique on Apr 25, 2011 3:19:15 GMT 1
Angelique watched his eyes and was confused by what she was in them. The pleading look. Was she really seeing that or just imaging it? The man was generally so arrogant and yet here he was looking at her with pleading eyes. He had so many women offering themselves to him and here she stood in a mixture of her and his blood as well as the man that had been carried out. Her white shirt soaked in it. Her skin glistening with it as well. She didn't want to let him go but knew that she didn't want to be just another pretty face in his long list of conquest.
She watched as his brows furrowed in what looked to be sadness and her mouth was so close to his. She wanted to reach up and put her hand into his hair. She heard the song Bulletproof by La Roux playing in the background. She was so confused by him right now. They stood like two bloodied animals staring at each other waiting for the next piece to move on this chess set that they played with each other. She wanted to press against him and lick at the blood from him but she resisted the urge as she stared into his eyes waiting to see what he would say or do next.
She instead felt the bloodied peck to the corner of her mouth and watched him pull away. She actually gave him a confused look before she hid it and her chin came up. Even looking as she did she was a strong woman. She heard his sigh and then watched as he turned his eyes away from him. She wanted to smack him across his cheek. He'd probably be looking for another to share his bed soon enough. She wanted to shove him but even more so she wanted to press her body against his.
But no, he didn't want her obviously. He couldn't even look at her. Her chin came up more in stubbornness. She turned some on her heel and she heard a gasp from a woman before she turned back. She stalked to her room with angry clicks of her heels. She brought her hand up and let her hair down as she moved but then she turned and went back to Gabriel. She slowly walked towards him until she came to an inch of him.
She reached her hand up and brought it into his hair before pulling his face down to her face. She gave him a hard kiss before letting her tongue slide along his bottom lip. "And that's how you kiss, Gabriel." She said before she let go of his hair and began to walk away again. She kicked off her bloodied shoes and threw them in the trash before going to her bar. She got on her knees on a bar stool and grabbed a bottle from over the bar. She didn't even care which one it was either. A nice long bath was in order.
She got off the bar stool and leaned against the bar taking a hefty swig of what she found out was whiskey. She gave a cough after swallowing it. Boy, did that burn going down.
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