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Post by Behax on Oct 12, 2011 21:18:54 GMT
Lusive gazed around the black market, it was just getting to the time when the underground illegal market was getting into full swing. The crowds were big and varied and all the stalls were busy.
Lusive himself was for once not working, he was looking around himself. Keeping his keen eyes out for relics or objects he could buy and sell on at a profit. But he was finding the atmosphere quite stifling, he wasn't very keen on being in large crowds, serving them from a stall or dark corner was fine but actually being in them...made him paranoid. As a vampire of more than 200 years he was already quite familiar with vampire hunters and he didn't much like feeling exposed.
He broke away from the crowed and headed for the underground markets nearest exit. He pushed through the a steel door and started to climb a narrow maze of stairs up towards the surface. Forcing his way through a much heavier steel door he found himself out in the moon light.
He looked up at the sky, being in a city you couldn't see the stars but the moon was bright and full. He scowled, he found nothing more ominous than a full blue moon. The scars on the right side of his body began to itch, he absently scratched at the ones on his face.
'Damn werewolves' he though bitterly as he began to walk out into the streets of down-town New York, this particular patch was home to more supernatural than normal humans, Lusive guessed that the black market attracted some of the more unique people of the city.
He whistled gently and screech owl came out of the darkness of the night and landed on his shoulder digging its talons into Lusive's leather jacket.
The vampire smiled and began to walk off down the dark sporadically populated streets. Well at least he wasn't alone in a manner of speaking.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 12, 2011 23:27:17 GMT
Ocatvius was not the angel he use to be, he had fallen fall from grace and now he roamed the street trying to make good on his hatred. It was the pull as his nature of a hunter, he wasn't able to let go of, no matter how hard Septimus had tried to teach him how to control the urges he wasn't able too and disappeared from his make shift family when he had been released.
An now, here he was, no longer listening to the call begging him to come home. It was a sirens song, meant to torture him. How it rang in his head...he was the darkness now...
The fallen angel was about to set a trap deep in the city near the underground black market that tainted New York. Silver eyes traced the blood filled veins under his pale skin, the night air chilled his muscular bare chest, his bare feet filling the filthily asphalt under his feet.
Now to draw his next victim to him. A silver object flashed in his other hand and the angel slid a blade down his wrist, spilling his blood on the pavement in a trail of bloody hand prints along the alley walls.
He had to wonder what creature would show itself now...a werewolf? Demon? A Vampire.....he could always hope for a demonologist....
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Post by Behax on Oct 12, 2011 23:59:58 GMT
Lusive continued along the practically empty streets bringing his hand to pet his pet owl though he preferred to think of the owl as more of a companion than a pet. In recent years the vampire has sought permanent companion ship from animals rather than others of his kind as he’d already lost more lovers than he’d cared to admit to the likes of hunters, not least the single most important love of his life or unlife as the case had turned out to be.
“What a sombre thought,” he said to himself bitterly as he stopped petting the owl and reached into his jacket for his cigarettes, smoking was more of a habit than an addiction for Lusive by now but he still found it soothing.
Before he could even put the tobacco filled stick to his lips however a strange sensation hit him like a brick wall and he stopped suddenly, the cigarette dropping from his fingers. He then took a hesitant step backwards away from the feeling and the slowly consuming sweet alluring scent that no well informed and experienced vampire would mistake as anything but the blood of an angel. However there was something different about this one, it was almost as if Lusive could smell the corruption.
He scowled as it became increasingly harder not to take a step forward, however slowly his scowl turned into a devilish grin, the smell was starting to stir his soul and he finally started taking steps forward.
Alarm bells started ringing in his head and yet he was finding it hard to stop himself. He knew what Angel blood could do to a vampire and Lusive though he was loathed to admit it was still quite young for a vampire, especially compared to some that he knew through his trade, adding to that, that he’d only ever sampled angel blood once before at the behest of a most distasteful client and it has pretty much knocked him for six. Every rational thought in his head was screaming at him this was a bad idea but his soul ignored it and his hunger began to eat away at him.
‘Not good’ he thought futilely, blood lust was something he’d not even had an inkling of for years, it was an aspect of his being he’d gotten over fairly early on in his ‘new’ life, but now it was drumming through his head at full force just because some angel had been wounded somewhere and his feet irrespective of his brain were slowly leading him towards the creature.
And yet he was sure that somewhere in that sweet intoxicating smell was some corruption, something telling him this was dangerous.
((thought you should know the 'client' being referred to was inspired by Von Lear XD ))
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Post by Grimm on Oct 13, 2011 3:52:56 GMT
(Im glad I could inspire.) Ocavtius thought he should make himself presentable to the unlucky pest that fell for the sweet aroma, to fall right in the jaws of this angel gone rabid.
White wings unfurled casting their reach far in the secluded area in a construction site for a new building that he had chosen, the white feathers illuminated by the blue moon. His blood covered hand reached up and drug the warm sweet liquid down the side of his face, neck and chest.
Like an irresistible flower blooming in the night, Ocavtius waited to see who would come to him. While he sat perched on a a pile of steel beams, he studied the liquid that was slowly coming to a stop from the gash on his wrist. With morbid curiosity he placed his bloody fingers into his mouth, wondering if it would taste different to him yet.
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Post by Behax on Oct 13, 2011 9:33:32 GMT
Lusive was moving at a steady pace now having quickly given up any pretence of resistance to the alluring call of the blood of an angel. Unsurprisingly the closer Lusive got to the source the stronger the smell got, but none more so than when he actually started stumbling across pools of blood on the street and bloodied hand prints on the walls.
It was almost as if the angel was purposefully leading the vampire to him, and even if he wasn’t with a stench this clear in the air and a visible trail he’d be lucky if he was the first one on the scene...but then mostly anyone worth their salt were down below in the market by this time, though he would not have been surprised if they could smell this even all the way down there.
He couldn’t help but think this was either an extremely inexperienced and unfortunate angel or it was a trap. He was leaning towards the later but something inside him hoped it was the former, that darker side he’d had little experience with.
After following the smell and the blood trail like some obedient creature. It was not much longer at all before he turned into the very alley that held the object of his desire.
Lusive stopped as he set eyes on the creature, the first thing catching the attention of his keen red eyes were the beautiful white wings that gleamed blue in the light of the full moon. The beauty of the creature before him held Lusive transfixed. There was something oddly enchanting yet haunting about such a creature being covered in his own blood. Lusive took a hesitant step forward. Everything here was as if it had been put on an alter for him, and that was probably the part that gave away the danger most of all.
And yet there was something oddly familiar about this angel, Lusive’s eyes narrowed and his teeth grit yet he could not stop himself from saying, “Don’t you think going around like that is a bit dangerous.” Yet his instincts aside from going crazy for the blood that was spilt on the floor and was covering the angel before him, were telling him this man knew exactly what he was doing.
((I had an idea last night, what if Ocatvius is the vampire hunter that Killed Lusive's first love Luciel? Though Lusive doesn't recognise him due to the passage of time and having not seen him clearly in the first place?))
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Post by Grimm on Oct 13, 2011 13:27:34 GMT
The blood on his finger tips still had no taste to him, which caused hims to frown. Ocavtius has been listening to the sounds of the city with his eyes closed, he could hear it's rhythm like a pulse of life that never slept. Or maybe it was his own pulse he was hearing….What did it matter?
Footsteps caught his attention and silver eyes fluttered open under thick eyelashes. Like a stone statue of a messiah, Ocatvius remained still; allowing his quarry to to capture the essence of his beauty.
“Don’t you think going around like that is a bit dangerous.”
"Dangerous for you, maybe…" Ocatvius smiled with a murderous intent that gleamed in the moon light. For no reason he stirred the air with his wings and stretched them out as if he was soaking up the moonlight.
In truth it had been a long time since he had basked in the sunlight, but he could still feel that small warmth that the light gave as it reflected off the moon to him. But the chill of the night air kept stealing it away, leaving his skin bristling in the cold dark.
The Angel brought his bleeding hand back up to his mouth, and a pink tongue snuck a long taste of blood and skin, trailing down his index finger. He stuck his fingers in his mouth again and pulled them back out, letting them rest on his lips.
"I still can't taste it…" The expression was empty, then he held out the bleeding hand to Lusive from high on his perch. "But I'll let you have some if you tell me what your name is…" Metallic silver eyes shimmered as he seemed unconcerned by the danger of being in a vampire's presence. He could see the the red eyes that pieced the darkness at him, he understand that hunger look at him.
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Post by Behax on Oct 13, 2011 14:35:53 GMT
Lusive couldn’t help but be transfixed by the creature before him, if not also starting to feel a bit creeped out. Just by looking at him he could tell there was something inherently wrong with this messenger of God if he could even still call himself that, not to mention there was something both disgusting and disturbing about an angel who tasted their own blood before commenting on how they got nothing from it; Lusive practically cringed with disgust at the thought.
And yet the vampire couldn’t will himself to leave, his brain was telling him that this prey was not worth the trouble that it was bound to present but his legs wouldn’t listen his body wouldn’t even turn away. In fact much to the dismay of his survival instincts he took a few steps closer to the blood smothered creature before him.
The owl on Lusive’s shoulder was also watching the angel intently but for a different reason. It was highly suspicious of him, it could feel malice coming from the being before them and unlike Lusive had no blood lust to succumb too.
"But I'll let you have some if you tell me what your name is…"
Again the alarm bells began ringing telling him of things that were too good to be true, telling Lusive to get away but the temptation was already too much, it had led him all the way here and now it was too late for him to turn back.
“Aren’t you a bold one,” Lusive said keeping up his bravado in the face of his crumbling will power.
“But if it’s a name you want...” he started as he reached into his jacket and once again pulled out his cigarettes, hell he needed something to try and bring his self control back or rather to prevent it from continuing to filter away. He lit the object, put it in his mouth inhaled deeply and then exhaled. “You can call me Lusive,” as he spoke the smell and taste of tobacco filled his senses, it was a feeble attempt but it offered him a little clarity.
"So what about you, blood soaked messenger got a name?"
Despite his misgivings Lusive closed the gap between him and the angel; he was here now he might as well see how things would go. Besides perhaps he was just being paranoid, but even that thought was a testament to how even the smell of the angels blood was affecting his decisions, there was also an annoying nagging feeling buried under the turmoil telling him there was something familiar about this man and something in him wanted to know why though it also feared the answer.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 13, 2011 17:27:00 GMT
Ocatvius swayed back and forth on his perch as he watched Lusive with just as much captivation. He was enthralled how the vampire behaved and over joyed he didn't get another stickler or demonic beast. He could only have so much fun slaughtering a nest of them. Somewhere in his messed up mind, driven mad by revenge and anger at his stolen redemption, he liked the one that played it cool, although most of them gave in anyway. And they would all pay for it.
Ocatvius hopped off of his perch, wings melting away in a flurry of feathers that disappeared in the wind of the night sky, his bare feet disgusted by the cement under them. He hated everything, except tormenting the darkness by becoming darkness itself. He would have his revenge until the end of times, now that thought brought a pleasurable smile to his inviting lips.
The angel's mind had been twisted, enjoying the dance of the seduction. He had been sleeping with the enemy to learn his tactics well…not to mention he liked to mess with them before destroying their stroke of luck of finding an angel willing to give their blood and body. He took a step forward, revealing the antique white pants he wore had been unbuttoned part way, for the opening to fold back to expose his lower abdomen and muscular hip bones.
"Take of me…" Said in a sinfully lustful tone. A long pale hand extended, exposing the gash that was waiting for someone to enjoy the red liquid that dripped with exotic taste.
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Post by Behax on Oct 13, 2011 21:06:59 GMT
He watched the angel leave his perch and had to admit the way his wing dissolved only made him look more elegant, whatever had happened to this angel he’d lost none of the grace that his kind often had.
He took in all that was before him, the beauty and the obvious twistedness. He even noted that despite the angelic features there was something inherently wrong with that smile. And try as he might to keep his face as straight as possible Lusive could do nothing to hide the hunger his eyes betrayed. Even with the smell of tobacco now marring the smell a little it was still intoxicating, and with the angel standing now right in front of him it was easily over powering what little effect the cigarette had, had in the first place.
"Take of me…"
Lusive’s eyes flashed dangerously as his will power ebbed away and blood lust over took all his reasoning; it was like those three little words had flipped a switch in his brain dispelling the doubt and caution in an instant.
The vampire smiled deviously, his fangs gleaming in what little light there was, He took the cigarette from his mouth, stabbed it out on his hand and placed it behind one of his ears. He took the blood soaked hand that was offered to him, as he lent forward slightly to finally partake in the bounty this angel was so freely giving to him the owl on his shoulder hooted sharply and started flapping it’s wings. Like a warning trying to get his masters attention, however it’s behaviour went ignored but for Lusive to sharply yet gently roll his shoulder dislodging the bird, the owl took slight and perched itself somewhere high above still watching the scene.
With the last distraction dealt with Lusive started to lick at the wound that was still oozing out blood and as the sweet, unrivalled and intoxicating blood entered his body he was already aware of how much of a mistake it had been of as well as losing his will to resist he would soon lose his ability to remain sensitive to his surroundings.
He was perhaps too young by vampire standards and most certainly too inexperienced to be partaking of this creature’s blood without the possibility of some truly horrible consequences, and yet every step he had taken had been towards this danger, he’d been unable to put up any real resistance.
He'd become a slave to his desire.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 14, 2011 4:39:52 GMT
Perhaps the owl was the smartest creature of the three of them as it tried to warn it's master of the obvious dangers that were upon Lusive. Not even Ocatvius fully understood the danger he presented. For years now he had roamed the cities, using himself as bait and indiscriminately killing those that showed up, but not without having a bit of fun first. That was if those that showed up were worth of his mental games. It was as if he had a death wish, getting himself tangled in his own intimate web of seduction, dancing ever so close to the flame himself.
Ocatvius watched with magnificent eyes, the vampire eager to partake in the scarlet liquid that pumped through his veins. His lips parted as he watched transfixed on those red eyes in wonderment. He wanted more, needed more to satisfy his twisted desires.
"Kiss me, Lusive." He commanded to see just how easily it would be to manipulate this current vampire. The white haired angel took a step forward, bending his elbow to bring their opposing bodies closer together.
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Post by Behax on Oct 14, 2011 11:39:58 GMT
He knew before he’d even swallowed one mouthful of blood that this had been a grave mistake. This was the blood that could destroy a vampire, much unlike anything else on earth, so intoxicating and enchanting that many vampires after tasting it would become obsessed with it and want for no other. And Lusive had to conclude it was much different having it from a still living specimen than having a glass of it from a volume that had previously been drained and kept for later.
But then fresh blood straight from a still living source was always better than the alternative.
"Kiss me, Lusive."
The vampire had no choice but to stare into though cool silver eyes as he was pulled closer to the other body and forced to stand up straight. He was hesitant to comply aware that he was already far into dangerous territory what with the angels blood already clouding his judgement and playing with his emotions.
As he looked into those silver eyes that were staring back into his own a little voice in his head prompted him to comply with what he considered more of a demand than a request.
‘Whats the harm you’ve already come this far’
Weary of dropping his guard completely Lusive moved even closer to the angel, so that their faces were touching.
“You still have not told me your name, it’s not very fair” he whispered, his voice dripping with the lust that was taking him over from the inside, before kissing the as of yet unnamed man.
that was when another small voice in the back of his head warned him of the line he was crossing.
‘This is dangerous’
Ah that he already knew but was finding it hard to drum up the will power needed to stop himself.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 14, 2011 17:55:23 GMT
"It rarely ever is…." Ocatvius spoke right before their lips had met. There was more truth in that reply then the angel cared to admit. He would lure them out and take advantage of the properties of his blood…and then he would strike them down. Often that happened too quickly for the sadistic angel needs. He was hopping this one had a strong enough will and was worthy of his seduction.
The textile feel of lips against his preys, soft…too soft. The wicked angel pushed back into the kiss; harder and rougher. Strong arms reached out to grab Lusive jacket and push his own half naked body into the vampire. His tongue slipped out, poking out to beg Lusive to give him more.
It was more then just playing with the vampire. He wanted to see how much of a fight his prey would put up….how hard would he fight to be the top, to dominate the angel sexually. But that wouldn't happen, not unless Ocatvius allowed it too. Because the angel was going to dominate in this sinister little game of his.
His revenge. But why not enjoy it in the process. The Angel thrust his hips forward to challenge the Vampire in a sexual power struggle.
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Post by Behax on Oct 14, 2011 20:27:44 GMT
Despite how passionately he kissed and confident he appeared to be Lusive’s mind was a great pool of turmoil as he struggled to keep a hold of some sense at least, however now that he’d had a taste of the angel’s blood he could feel his self control draining away even fast. In his over confidence he’d underestimated how severely this most sought after prey would affect him and his judgement.
He groaned as the angel kissed back roughly and pulled the two even closer together. He started to feel himself lusting after more than just the blood pumping though the other mans veins, but for the warmth of his body. More often than not Lusive’s partners were the same as him and even he had to admit that only being held by a body as cold as your own got more than a little depressing after a while.
As he felt the others tongue invade his mouth the vampire instantly fought back forcing his tongue into the angel’s mouth and intensifying the ferocity with which he was kissing.
When the angel thrust his hips forward however it was like flicking a switch in the vampire’s brain.
‘STOP!’
Finally his paranoia and sense of self preservation persevered in the face of his spiralling emotions; it made him aware of just how close he was getting to that one line he never wanted to cross. The fine line between him keeping what humanity he had and degrading completely into a beast controlled by lust of both hunger for blood and sexual conquest.
In his panic he bit down on the angel’s bottom lip drawing blood but managing to separate himself from the other male. He had also forced a gap between their two bodies by pushing the angel’s waist away from him, though he did not remove his hand from the warm blood soaked skin. His finger nails had become pointed and slightly lengthened.
Lusive was not one to use his vampire assets to threaten or fight, he relied on other methods such as weapons that were not a part of his body. The fact that even a small part of his body had morphed was a sure sign of how far his self awareness had slipped. And he was sure had he been a creature that required breath he’d be panting right now.
He took a moment to try and pull his composure together, closing his scarlet eyes and then opening them again his forehead touching the others, his mouth contorting into a conspiratory grin.
“Exactly what kind of dangerous game are you trying to play with me here?”
He asked with confidence and certainty before it slipped away from him again.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 14, 2011 22:52:03 GMT
The angel incubus relished the taste of Lusive's mouth, letting their tongues lust after each other. And then a sharp bite on the lower lip and Ocatvius let his prey push him away at the waist, pleasantly surprised that he had not been fully rejected, as their foreheads remained intimate. Those silver eyes never once failing to take in the details of the scene.
Blood beaded on his bottom lip before it rolled down his pale chin. This vampire did seem worthy of his seduction, he had the will to pull away, perhaps he had the will to play with a little longer.
"I just wanna fuck." Ocatvius explained it rudely, still not giving out his name to the vampire. And why should he? There was no reason for him to know….at least not yet anyway. A pink tongue slipped out to probe the bite on his bottom lip with a tempting curiosity. For some reason Ocatvius was playing it a little different….perhaps it was the scent of Lusive that had caused him to slow down his pace. Usually a vampire would already be a pile of dust, but…that scent. He would have to figure out later, right now was far too interesting to be distracted by distance and fading memories.
(sorry it's short! I wanted to reply before I disappear for the weekend. Take your time replying)
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Post by Behax on Oct 16, 2011 10:43:50 GMT
Though his eyes glowered hungrily there was a trace of fear there, fear that if he kept going, if this angel kept pushing he’d lose himself.
"I just wanna fuck."
“Fuck around more like,” Lusive answered quietly as it was more of a vocalised thought than an actual reply.
He finally managed to pull himself self away from the angel completely taking a small step back, whatever small piece of his backbone he’d discovered he seemed to be clinging onto it well. He looked towards the sky and surveyed it. He knew that by now it was the very early hours of the morning without even consulting a clock. He could already see the blackness morphing to blue.
If he screwed around out here too long he would be in serious trouble.
“Well if that’s what you really want let’s not do it out here. Aside from obvious environmental dangers to my person I am not one for exhibitionism,” he explained re-lighting his cigarette from earlier and taking a deep drag before expelling the smoke as he looked Octavius up and down.
And though he’d not admit it even to himself a part of his being didn’t want to share this bounty with any other creatures of the dark that were bound to be attracted to the smell, in fact he was rather surprised that they had been left alone thus far.
“So, if you’ll be so inclined to follow me,” he said struggling but managing to turn away from the temptation laid out before him, fortunately his home was not too far away so with any luck he’d last the whole way.
He managed to get a few steps before turning aback around and observing his for lack of a better word ‘companion’. He sighed before taking off his jacket and tossing it at the angel, the removal of which revealed the existence of more scars aside from the ones on his face, scars that could have only been inflicted by a werewolf as vampires did not scar easily.
“Do us both a favour and cover up a little will ya,” he instructed, before turning back around and starting to walk of.
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