finger lickin' good. { sepsis }

[Sepsis]

Sepsis's vampyric hearing picked up a seemingly panicked sounding screech from her workshop as she rang up the customer in front of her, and a euphoric smile briefly spread across her face. The man before her looked at her oddly, and she quickly wiped the expression from her face. "Pardon me..." she trailed off, passing the man his receipt and change. He merely shrugged, smiling timidly before hurrying out the front door of her shoppe, his purchase clutched to his chest. Sepsis gave a count of five before dashing across the display room, snapping the lock firmly into place, and propping up the 'CLOSED FOR THE EVENING' sign in her window.

Dashing back across the room, she slipped through the storeroom, pausing briefly to place her hand on the lock scanner, her patience waning as she waited for the locks to respond to digital verification of her hand print. Even this lock would not keep everyone out, but one could never be too careful these days, and there were uninvited guests lurking all over Harper Rock...as much to her dislike, she had previously discovered.

Finally, the door opened, and Sepsis all but bounced into the room, vibrating with anticipation. "Why, good morning sleepyhead!" Sepsis exclaimed in a joyous tone as she snapped on the over head lights. "I trust you didn't find your accommodations too uncomfortable?" Sepsis grinned as she quickly crossed the space between her and her newest acquisition, skidding to a halt beside the hospital bed. Sepsis peered into the woman's face, and reached to check the padded straps holding encasing the woman's wrists. Satisfied her dolly was secure, she focused once more upon the woman's face.

"I do apologize for not properly introducing myself earlier.." Sepsis trailed off, mentally chiding herself for her ill manners. "I am called Sepsis." Sepsis flashed a winning smile at the woman, and turned her attention to her dollies hands. The woman's fingers were exquisite, as Sepsis had noted from the beginning, even more so now that she was properly inspecting them. She reached out with one finger, stroking the woman's hand before focusing once more upon her face.

"Tell me, love..what is your name?" Sepsis all but purred the question, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "I closed the store early this evening just for you, and I'd love to know your name before we begin." Sepsis smiled again, and reached to brush a lock of hair from the woman's brow...anxious for her work to begin.

[Opal (DELETED 5248)]

She wriggled in the chair. She didn’t say anything, her ocean blue orbs simply blanky stared at a wall as she wriggled focusing on the small cracks as she pulled, potentially hurting herself in the long run. She grunted, and gnawed on her bottom lip as she did this. Until finally she gave up – her body falling backwards against the damn thing that bound her. She heard a few beeps then, her human ears pricking up as she used the palm of her hand to try and break free. Pushing the palm of her hand against her skin she tried to use some of that chi of hers she had learn to control. She wanted to make her skin harder – in case who ever had her, planned to eat her for supper.

Oh yes she knew all about vampires running this town. She knew it all. She actually despised them, besides a few she actually liked, and they really were a select few. Four? She scoffed – the sound of the door opening, mechanical locks you could hear them pushing, and making way and then it closing again. This time there was a voice. She sounded familiar. It Opal a moment for her to put it together, then she saw her face. It was the oddly attractive woman from the bar. Opal laughed dryly. Opal’s lust had got her in this predicament. Oops.

“Go away.”

She said dryly to the woman, as she waved a bound hand at the woman. Her blue irises were like ice – cold. She stared coldly at the woman in front of her. The woman’s touch was cold against hers as she dragged her hands across Opal’s hand – inspecting, what was that… her fingers?! Opal growled. Snapping at the woman with her fanged teeth, fashionably chiselled down by the Blood Thieves. Some vampires were dumb enough to think she was one of them, if she bared her fangs. Sometimes they were too dumb enough to listen with their ears and hear her heart beating within its cage of bone.

Sepsis, that was this crazy woman’s name. She wanted Opal’s name in return and the Sorcerer smiled sweetly. Leaning close, before she spat at the woman. She would not give the woman her name.

“**** off.”

She said simply. As she spat again at the woman, there was no way she could get out of these binds – so there was only one thing to do. Get it over and done with – hope she misses whatever she wants to hack off, and kick the **** out of her when she’s free. Sounded like a plausible plan, really.