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 Cross upside Down [M], Open | Salem |
Salem R. Fleeter
 Posted: Apr 7 2014, 04:26 AM
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AUTHORED BY
Mel
77 YEARS OLD
Single
Enforcer
43 POSTS
Fae


TAG: Open
WORDS: 762
NOTES: Going to be nasty
Dirty lies, dirty hearts and dirty thoughts.

Grey and cloudy, as all such places are, the bitter streets were not looking their best. A light rain was beginning to fall; the concrete darkened to a muddy dull iron and the thin wind snapped at the ankles of passers-by. The noise of traffic was as dull as the weather, a continuous mutter at the edge of hearing. Apart from that, there was no other sound.

Salem pulled his coat closer around him, looking down at the vermin that past him with lusting awe or curiosity, his looks sometimes had that effect. Like moths caught in an amber light, they were transfixed, but always that light will burn. The weight of the sky pressed him down to the ground as he hurried along, his bones now aching. He’d been busy these last few days, seeing contracts to be executed, having his knee dislocated by a stupid oaf of a were, he was wearing down a bit. However this didn’t freeze his skeleton to move as quick as he wanted, and he walked fast, too fast to avoid drawing attention to himself as he wound her way through the cluttered streets. Houses loomed close on each other, but there was hardly anyone else in sight - the rain and listless weather was keeping everyone indoors. Either that, or this was a ghost town; he was on the very edge of the Wasteland, or so it felt. But a tall building attracted him, a church of promises.

A slender finger dipped momentarily into the bowl at the entrance. The clear water sparkled like a liquidised form of clear quartz, and the enchanted substance meet the forehead of Salem, then to his stomach, left shoulder, finishing with his right. Instead of the Fathers verse to escape his lips, only a Cheshire cat like smile crept to grace itself on his face, curling to the far corners of his features like the gargoyles that watched from their perches above. Bless me father for I have sinned… The cathedral windows glistened with sunlight that could not have existed at this hour of the night. He frowned, stepping cautiously into the singular room of the stony entrance, observing the distorted scenes portrayed in the colourful stained glass that lined the panes of the archway windows.

His ears, slightly pointed at the tip perked up with the sound of echoing voices, some angelic and rhythmed into a haunting sequence of notes that pierced his heart. The lore of such a holy factor was appealing, yet also strangely uncomfortable. Salem cradled the thought of being the demon, but if sins were to be repaid in Hell, he sure was going to be at the end of the whip. Torture in the eyes of the beholder was as picturesque as the form of a woman’s body, each mound of exploration inviting for different fantasies and techniques. An assassin was contracted to kill. Salem was an assassin of sorts, an enforcer as his title, but having a past laced with grotesque memories and mental scars, was it any wonder why the vampire had the twisted mind he had? Being the reaper was more to him then gaining money to survive in the mundane world, in which his Queen planted him in, but taking of the life was a precious as making life. The world has a natural balance, and Salem was the shadows that symbolised death. He was as lethal and impish as any leading demon. He often wondered if he was in fact one, and not the species of weak, mindless undead that made his given race. Even with the delicate trail of velvet like smoke that gathered a following to drift here and there from his body, his presence didn’t cause any disturbance. Didn’t evil blow up in churches? Wasn’t it a haven for people who wish to be away from enticement and sins? Finally he reached the mother Mary at the end and bowed, seemly to see if such a statue held power, while faint whispers of god came from his mouth.

Her skin glowed oddly in the dirty light; her hair had a very strange hue given the effect the stained windows were having. It was a good thing he didn't lift his eyes, else someone might've mistaken him for some nymph, some strange creature bowing to Mary herself. A sound pounded behind him, and in mere reflex his whole body turned in defence. A person glad in a mysterious coating felt short of a few paces behind him. He narrowed his eyes, questioning.

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Sierra J. Peters
 Posted: Apr 9 2014, 09:29 AM
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Lilith
100 YEARS OLD
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Bartender
32 POSTS
Werecreatures




A breath escaped the redhead as she looked upward at the church, rain coming down around her in a light drizzle that slowly began to pick up. Every month Sierra made her way here, every month it was a secret. Not even her twin sister knew she came to the church, she was pretty sure Bailey would have too much fun with that information. In her long life, Sierra had killed countless people. Men, women, children. Slaughtered them, her beast ripping them to shreds, until nothing remained to identify them. The beast enjoying the thick blood as it drizzled down its throat, loving the way its claws ripped through the butter like flesh, excited about the way the bones crunched and popped between its razor sharp teeth. So much so that Sierra, eventually stopped caring. It was bound to happen. The bloody deaths. At least that's what she told herself, and everyone else. That she didn't care. Didn't care that she was the reason so many lost their lives before their time, didn't care that she...in human form craved the taste of blood on her tongue because the beast clawed at her from inside.

A large part of her really didn't care, but that small part. That still very much human, very much the girl with the softness at the core of her cared... it was what brought her here. Once a month, little more than a week before the full moon rose. To silently pray for those lives she'd taken, to atone for her sins. Though she was pretty sure by now, no matter how many times she thought to ask for forgiveness, forgiveness would never come to her. The redhead much more likely had a seat in hell right next to Satan himself when she died. With the murders, the sex, the drinking, all the things that made life fun. Blinking the rain from her eyes she stood there, watching the church. Every time she came she was amazed the damn holy place didn't go up in flames, to rid itself of the evil that she brought with her, that surely blanketed the whole damn place.

Now soaked to the bone, the black scoopneck tshirt clinging to her body like a second skin while her black leather pants were no doubt ruined thanks to the rain, and her stupidity for standing out in it instead of just going inside. The normally red curls and waves looking very much straight and near black from the water that clung to the tresses, her boots squished as she took a step forward along the stone path leading to the church, in all its beauty. Sierra may not always go to church, she may not even really believe in whoever she prayed to silently when she did come but she appreciated the beauty that went into these old cathedrals. Appreciated the beauty of the way they were structured, of the stained glass windows that seemed to always glow. Stepping inside she dipped her fingertips into the holy water. Pressing them to her forehead, her already soaked cloth covered tummy, her left shoulder and then her right. Lowering her head in a bow before she stepped further inside. The church was never completely empty, someone always lingering about. On days like these it was those directly connected with the church, or someone who was dangerously close to loosing someone, or they'd already lost them. Days like today when it was dark, gloomy and raining cats and dogs... people didn't come to list their sins like those who had the darkest sins to list.

Sierra's nose instantly picked up the scent of vampire, and her eyes zeroed in on the figure ahead of her, the lights shining from behind him casting a long shadow across the ground. Squaring her shoulders she narrowed her blue amber flecked eyes, the amber beginning to spread out further and futher the closer the full moon came. Vampires and Shifters, or vampires and were's for that matter were not always friendly toward each other, her body instantly tensing up in preparation for a fight, even on holy ground. Moving forward still, unafraid of the vampire. Despite being nearly as weak as a human in this stage. "Maybe the church should have one of those take a number machines, I cant imagine your list of sins committed is a short one." she said in a snarky tone moving over to one of the pews and sitting back. Placing her feet on the pew in front of her and crossing her arms just under her breast only a few feet from Salem. Giving a smile she cocked her head to the side.

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Salem R. Fleeter
 Posted: Apr 14 2014, 09:21 AM
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AUTHORED BY
Mel
77 YEARS OLD
Single
Enforcer
43 POSTS
Fae


TAG: Open
WORDS: 578
NOTES: Going to be nasty
Dirty lies, dirty hearts and dirty thoughts.

She wasn’t a human, he could tell, if only by the wildness in her eyes that now glanced feverishly towards him. Standing up, he smiled, dismissing the Mary beside him, and souly went over to the creature that gracefully laid herself on the pew. He suddenly grabbed her shoulder and thrust it towards him so they both were touching, heads looking away in opposite directions. He contemplated the junction between her throat and shoulder, tendons straining against skin as he unconsciously leaned his head against her hair; his lips were parted slightly as he kept himself hidden from the priest that stalked the aisle, the rest of his face veiled by a wayward raven hood.

“You should not be here Chick.” He hissed through teeth, half threatening, half concerned for her safety. Creatures were not welcomed in such a place. Not even a face as beautiful as an angels. He let go, seeing her confidence wasn’t shaken in the slightest. He knew she could hold her own, whoever this being was. Looking at her more intensively, his green hues penetrating mischievously into her own blue ones, he saw the primal lure in her. She’s a hairy (Salem’s term for weres) he gathered, checking her body for any signs of hair sprouting. He good also smell the strange sweat of her kind. Unlike the dead vampires, were’s have an aroma that was obviously sweat, but it was so succulent to smell as if it was some form of pheromones.

“My sins are what make the world in balance Miss Hairy. For every good dooer helping sick children in Africa, there’s me making mischief with my hands.” As if to reinforce his statement me he flexed his fingers eagerly, connoting all sorts of movements. He glanced at the priest who judged him with a stern stare, before making his way back to his godly duties. Salem’s impish grin broadened towards the were, feeding the madness he was feeling looking at her. It was rare to bump into a were in such a place. It was ironic that two beasts of the depths of hell roamed within the holy jail of falsism. His shadow loamed over her delicate, slim and very succulent frame, enough that half her face was only laminated by the eerie projection of the colours of the stained windows. Salem lapped up the picturesque visual display in front of him before almost purring out his words, his fangs aroused and lengthened as he spoke.

“What sins have you come to repent then chick?” The last word lingered on his tongue for a bit, rumbling slightly as if he was enjoying the question far too much. His body leaned on the pew her feet were, and knocking her feet down, he made sure he was in front of her directly, so both of them was in full view of the other. It also made it easier for Salem to lean and rip her throat out dry, and also to gaze non-discreetly at her body. He knew they’d end up fighting; it was like cat and dogs at the end of the day. Blood was going to be shed.

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Sierra J. Peters
 Posted: Apr 22 2014, 10:47 AM
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AUTHORED BY
Lilith
100 YEARS OLD
Single
Bartender
32 POSTS
Werecreatures




Sierra watched Salem with wary eyes as he stepped closer toward her. A walk as graceful and confident as it was silent, A light gasp ending in a growl escaped the redhead as she found herself pulled forward without warning, her shoulder pressed into his own, her chest to his chest the redhead stiffened as Salem's face turned toward her neck, her shoulder as if he were going to feed from her. Something she doubted since the last time a vampire decided they wanted a taste of her exquisite high quality blood it nearly had the bloodsucker doubling in half as he tried to expel what he'd just taken in. To vampires her blood tasted like poison, it wouldn't kill them but they sure as hell didn't want to take it in either. The hint of breath on her skin, into her hair had her skin raising in goosebumps, awareness. A snarl of a growl rumbled through her chest at his words....more so at the fact that the dick called her a chick. GOD she hated 'pet' names. "You're one to talk vampire." she spoke in almost a sensual tone, cool and confident. Unfazed by the treat to his voice and disgusted by anything that combined thereafter.

As he pulled back her eyes narrowed in on him, "And the last I checked my mother wasn't a hen, a whore maybe but not a hen.....dick." she spoke her voice clearly annoyed, Sierra never understood why men called women 'chicks' That was one of the stupidest thing she'd heard. What was the connection between the two? It was downright insulting. Adding in the dick she felt was perfectly appropriate. Sure she could go for the fact that dick was the alternate to cock, and cock was a rooster.... but really she was just going to leave it at Dick. Eyes locked on the vampire before her, oh yeah it was easy enough to figure out. All her time on this earth she'd run into, a few vampires in her day. Some good run ins, very good in fact others ending in blood shed. Sierra couldn't help but roll her eyes at Salem and his whole balance theory. "Ah, how sweet of you then. To take it upon yourself to help balance the fucked up world we live in there dick." she spoke sarcastically, ignoring the priest who roamed the room giving them judgmental stares. The redhead had no time for such people. Sierra's body tingled and awoken at the vampires gaze on her body, brow arching at the impish grin on his face.

If the man would keep his mouth shut, Serra could honestly say the company wasn't half bad. At least physically anyways, Taller than she but not so tall he towered over her frame making her feel as small as a mouse, the clothes on his body sadly blocked her from getting an adequate gander at what he was working with... no to her his best feature was the handsome face. A mask to cover the demon beneath in all its ugly form that it could take, she admired the strong jaw and chin the deep dark eyes.... and then just like that the word chick came up again. Grating on her nerves, narrowing her eyes as the vampire knocked her feet off the pew she leaned forward. "First off, dick. The name isn't chick, and second of all..." she whispered, standing up from the pew and moving forward until their bodies practically touched, until she was sure he could feel the heat rolling from her, looking up from under thick lashes she smiled almost sweetly. "This isn't kindergarten, I dont share..." she licked her lips and cocked her head to the side. "but believe me.... my sins would put a few of yours to shame."

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