I've Got You Under My Skin (Satine)

[Andrew Shedim]

He paused for a second, unsure of what had just happened, it was his hand that held the gun, his finger that pulled the trigger, but there had been no control. Instantly the killer was on his knees beside her, eyes darting rapidly between the two.
"Carlo, what the **** did you do!" there was a small bit of panic in his voice blended with refrained anger, he knew the old man was making a point and he wasn't going to push the boss further. The anger building inside him was pushed aside when he turned back to Satine.

His deep blue eyes bore into the silver orbs "I, no, that wasn't me!" he shook his head. Ignoring the exploding bulbs and shaking desk, he gripped her arms tightly "don't make it worse!" he pleaded. Gripping the handle of the blade, he ripped it out quickly, the bloodied blade falling to the side. Genuine concern for another was foreign to him but he was confused as to what he should be doing. Part of him wanted to throw himself on Carlo and pummel the man, part of him wanting to strike Satine for the way she spoke to his boss.

Sure, he and Satine had built themselves on violence towards one another but it was a game, staring at her now, ripped open from the bullet from his own hand had given him a feeling of guilt but he could not hide his slight bit of amusement. The situation had gotten very intense, something that he always enjoyed and the smell of her blood mingled with her vulnerability was like an aphrodisiac but it could not continue. Making possibly one of the dumbest decisions ever, he pulled the pistol from her waistband, grabbing the one he had dropped a moment ago he pointed a gun at each, hoping his voice didn't fail him he roared "HOW ABOUT WE ALL CALM THE **** DOWN!"

[Carlo Fachiano]

There was satisfaction in the quick draw power and strength of the killers arm plummeting the knife between bone and flesh. Beneath a straight face, came amusement buried between his eyes as he watched the pretty raven transform into a beast she really is. Bearing sharpened ivory stones between her lips. He was not afraid of her bite or the fact she could probably chop his arm in two like a butchers knife cutting clean through a calf bone. As her rage grew, so the room changed from a dirty slum to an earthquake ride. Trashing the rest of what was crisp and in order. His footing slipped only slightly before his weight braced himself for a fall. Carlo began to wonder just how quick the rest of Lionelli would start pounding upon his door to join in on the rumble below their feet. Oh how the vixen before them would be torn to shreds with mounds of vampire-hating blood suckers. Carlo wouldn’t have it. Satine was his party to mess with and his alone, aside from Krepsi whom he was yet to deal with. The bewitching of the soldier was a minor lesson of just what the old man can do.

Blood spat over his semi-clean clothes. His eyes closed in that second only to avoid being blinded. He could feel her grip tighten with rage around his forearm. In one swooping motion his fingers twist into a balled fist, muscles tightened, veins popped as his wrist twisted around. He fought hard through her spell. He willed himself to use his street smarts to protect himself from further paralysis. The killer in him grew smart. Much smarter than she. His mind blocked out the shout that came from Krepsi and he focused on her and only her. His fist jerked upwards as his body began to change shape. His form beastlike bulk to force. Her hands appear to grow smaller as muscle changed shape. His fist came up just under her jaw and came up with a hard smack. Closing her shark-like bite as the shaky chair began to shift backwards with the weight of the blow. Intentions to knock her clear out of the spell she was dragging him under and overpower her will do try again.

Krepsi recovered the blade from her knee in due time to save the dame from falling backwards completely. Carlo’s ears snapped back to reality with the **** of Krepsi’s gun pointed square at the pair. It felt like the whole charade lasted hours, but only quick minutes. He was intrigued by her reactions. She had the spit-fire this town needed, even if she was of the blood of his enemy. He looked to Krepsi. “Damn boy, we just beginning to bring the house down.” He laughed. He laughed hard. Til he coughed. “The two of you pip-squeaks gunna do? Heh? Them guns ain’t gunna keep me away from huntin your asses down and draggin through the mud. Our cemetery plots don’t come with permanent graves, deary's.”

Carlo took a step back, his larger form left a long shadow against one of the walls to which lighting was spared. “You’re outta bullets anyway, kid.” He really didn’t know if he was, but he bet in the time it took them to get over to his place they had fired off plenty of rounds. “Tell ya what I’m gunna do. You are her keeper now. You got the balls to handle her right. And you better if you want rank in this lifetime.”

He put his hands up in surrender. Picked up a handkerchief from his desk and began to wipe the remnants of dried blood from his cheek. “I ain’t gotta back down, Krepsi. You know it.”

[Satine]

There was the whirl of rage behind the silver orbs that set on Krepsi. He may have pulled the blade from her thigh but with the blood that started spurting from the place it recently impaled so did her anger flow. What had she missed in the dance of gun, blade and the two bodies she took on like a ***** who owned the floor they were stepping on? Her head was ready to set off a four alarm fire. She tossed the last of what she could afford to throw away into the flames that reached all new heights. Soon there would be nothing left for her to burn and nothing left to lose. She counted backwards as the memory came rolling in like the calm before the storm.

“What is your name?”

The last gate she needed to clear at the airport and they were finally asking her name? This is all that stood between her and leaving the continent? She didn’t owe any god damned answers. There was dried blood on the inside of her belt that wrapped her hips as she stepped forward. It was not even visible but she felt like she was wearing it for all the world to see. She would never be able to shake Chester. The pathetic **** would always haunt her. Her jaw tightened and she swallowed slowly. What if Chester’s blood on her belt and the money in her carry on would be discovered? Dogs could find it, right?

“Satine Hodges.” Yes. That was her name. She hated them for asking her and she hated to be held back from doing what she wanted to do.

Satine’s lips were firm and her eyes set on the one standing in front of her holding onto her ticket. A quick flip of the folded papers got a set of hardened eyes looking back at her. She watched the nose flare on the female that felt stronger just because she slipped on the uniform with the badge approximately seven hours prior to this impromptu meeting. The only thing that separated Satine and the airline security was the laws that gave the female the elbow room to take her into a room and question her. Would she do it? Satine smiled with confidence. No. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t dare.

“Looks good.” The papers were handed back to her. “Enjoy your trip. Have a safe return.”
“I am not coming back.” The papers curled up in her hand as she made her way to the plane. She didn’t look back. There was nothing left to see.

Satine stared at the gun that left her waist band and was in Andrew Krepsi’s hand pointing at her. Man he was getting himself into some hot water. She was actually staring at the barrel of her own gun? He had a lot to ******* learn. Best way to bypass a *****’s heart is to point her loaded gun at her. He was losing ground and he didn’t even know it. Calm the **** down? Who was he kidding? **** just got real and he was wanting to bow out? She was seething as her eyes darted between the two men. Just which one was ready to become cat litter first?

All that energy simmering beneath the necromancer’s skin was jolted when the fist of the old man surfaced beneath her jaw and shot upward. The impact packed enough force that she briefly but noticeably felt her *** lift up from the chair beneath her before plopping back down. She felt the snapping of her teeth allow her jaws to close tighter. As soon as fragments of her numerous fangs floated to the tip of her tongue she parted her lips and spit them out at Andrew. Yes, Andrew. Because now Mr. Krepsi was in a hell of a lot of ******* trouble. He was to be her keeper? She was a ***** about to piss all over the place with her attitude and mark the scene as hers. No one kept her. Carlo was not her Daddy. And the old mob rat thought he didn’t need to back down? Someone better because she was about to stand the hell up and there was not going to be enough room in the place for what she was about to unleash.

“But you will because your *** is looking down at least one barrel pointed your direction and soon as your boy hands over mine you will then have two.” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and narrowed her eyes at Andrew. “Where is your ******* manners? Hand me a handkerchief or reach over and give me his god damned tie to clean up with.” She stood up. “Just for the record I am getting pretty disgusted with you. I think you have lost your damn mind”

[Andrew Shedim]

The gangster was quick to the lower the gun he had taken from Satine, tucking it safely in his waistband, his own gun still aimed at the raging sewer rat. Relieved for a moment his *** had not been beaten like she had just experienced, that relief was shaken as quickly as it had come. "Her keeper?" he groaned quietly, she had proven time and time again to be just as much of a pain the *** as he was and now he was going to be responsible for her? He wasn't exactly great at keeping himself out of trouble let alone making sure she didn't stir more **** up, but did give him more reason to spend time with her and he sure as **** was not going to argue with the old man "gotcha boss."

His attention shifted back to her when she demanded he show some manners; for being in such a fucked situation the woman still had balls to run her mouth. He struck her hard with the back of his hand still clutching his gun "I told you to learn when to shut the **** up didn't I doll face?" His second strike sending her to the floor, quickly taking a handful of her hair he jerked her back to her feet, his ice blue eyes boring deep into her silver orbs, his voice full of cold malice "here's the ******* deal" he jerked her head back more "neither of us are happy about this **** but we need to lay down some fuckin rules." He easily tossed the woman on the floor, kicking her hard in the ribs before kneeling beside her, his gun pressed into the back of her skull.

With his free hand he gripped her jaw "when I tell you to do something you do it, you ever **** with Carlo, you cause ANY **** for the Lionelli, or if you simply piss me off enough I will kill every ******* person you care about. I will make you watch while I burn your sire to ashes and any other ***** that shares your blood, then we'll go to 'who gives a **** Australia' and kill your mortal family, only when you see your entire ******* existence is in ruins will I put a ******* bullet in your head and you will know I ******* own you!" He released his grip on her chin and stared at her with a blank, expressionless face. If she had any sense she would know he wasn't playing with her. "Now" he gave the back of her head a firm jab with the gun "smile and say yes daddy if you heard every ******* thing I just said to you."

[Satine]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Satine: She was on the ground and curling her arms around her ribs. The son of a ***** crossed the ******* line. Satine had no patience left and it was appearing to be just that as her mind tossed out the attempt to start up one of those fires in her head. **** him. He was a dead man all over again as soon as she got her hands on him.

A firm tug on her hair has her popping painfully back on her feet. She was hurting in enough places she didn’t have the time to stop and count. The ****** was still going strong on his wanna-be-badass rant. The threats spewed towards her family, her sire and she was almost sure he was heading towards threatening her postman from the early 80’s if he went on much longer.

Silver orbs that felt like they were about to combust from the inside shot to the old ******** that created the two bit blood sucking gangster having a go at her. Her top lip snarled and she spit out one last chip of her fangs. That was a whole other mess she would have to sort out along with her right ribs. She was pretty sure he broke one of them.

“Yeah, you go right on ahead and try rocking that nest, Daddy-O.” Satine felt sorry for any asshole including Bugsy who tried to really go there. She had and she still was having issues shaking the long term effects. “As for the rest of the family circus back home I already saved you sweating your nuts over trying to cash the checks your mouth is currently writing. I killed them or they are in jail. I clean house. I don’t puff my chest up and beat on it talking about it.”

Satine’s jaw was lifted as Krepsi looked down into her eyes. She could see he took his words seriously. Fine by her because she did too. Every last one of them. He would learn. If nothing else he would damn well learn that about her.

Andrew Krepsi: The Killer could only shake his head at words, she had driven him past the ability for speech. That she could still continue to bait the gangsters was beyond him; it was going to take a lot of work to break this woman and it was a task he was looking forward to. Slowly he returned the pistol to his waistband, next to where he was currently keeping hers. He could think of only one place to take her, back to the apartment he kept not far from the docks.

Despite the anger coursing through his veins, threatening to send him into pure rage, his voice was completely composed when he addressed Carlo "don't worry about this ***** Carlo, I got her. You need me I'll be at my place. And you" his fingers buried into the flesh of her neck, gripping her tightly "come the **** on." His voice instantly back to an icey, vicious whisper "you're ******** is wearing me thin baby girl" he gave her a sudden jerk "start ******* walking!" Flinging the door to Carlo's office open he dragged her along with him.

Satine: The grip of his fingers at her neck was not at all comfortable but it certainly was not going to break her. She was getting what she wanted. She was getting the **** out of the place that had left her bleeding and in a foul *** mood. So she wasn’t the only one a little put off by this whole **** storm that took place in the boss’ office. Good. She was only getting started.

“Yeah, it has been a real treat meeting you. Got plans and all that so no hard feelings. Catch you another time.”

Satine’s silver orbs narrowed as Krepsi gave her a less than kind tug to start moving as if she really had to. Her feet moved because she was ready to roll. Her arm tried to nudge him but the movement reminded her she had only so many ribs left to work with.

“Caio.” Satine lifted up a hand and gracefully folded down all but her middle finger.

Andrew Krepsi: He growled as he shoved her through the door, slamming it shut behind them "you know you're ******* lucky the old man didn't put a bullet between your eyes and leave your *** as a pile of ashes!" No matter how insane this woman threatened to make him he could never deny her tenacity.

Leading her back to his car he opened the door "get the **** in" he gave her a quick glance "unless you want the rest of those fragile little ribs broken." Turning the key he brought the car to life with it's lion growl rumble and lit a cigarette "you're coming home with me, don't like it then tough ****. Gotta keep my fuckin eyes on you gonna make sure I know where you are." He tossed the pack and a lighter in her lap.

He had no idea what he would do with her when he had her in his apartment but they were well on their way. He kept stealing small glances at the woman, if she hadn't been a huge pain in his *** since the moment they met he would feel bad for her. The times he had been beaten taught him she was just toughing it out, probably thinking she was denying him some sense of satisfaction but it was fine, she was his and he was going to fulfill his promise to Carlo.

Satine: She was more than happy to go home with him. Let him drive her to where he lived. She already found it easy enough to take his car and his right hand man. Why not figure out where he parked his *** when he was feeling all safe and let his guard down. He knew where she lived. Broke the **** in and sat and waited for her. He was making her effort to return the favor all too easy. He wanted his *** kicked at home it was fine by her. Hopefully he had some ice though. Her sides were killing her.

“You have issues.” Satine pulled a cigarette from the pack that was tossed in her lap and quickly lit up. A deep inhale that would offer a small hint of what she would have otherwise appreciated if she was human took its course. “Just letting you know that right now. You are damn lucky I am patient. That scene back there won’t become a habit.”

Satine held the filter between her lips while squinting one eye. The smoke curled upward into thin evaporating gray ribbons but not before giving her other eye a general irritation. She pulled up her skirt enough to check out her wound on her leg. Her fingernail moved between the layers of flesh that currently had enough of a divide that her nail fully disappeared.

“It is a full time ******* job, Bugsy.” She pulled her bloody fingers up to the cigarette and flicked the ashes into his lap then brought it back to her lips and inhaled nice and deep. “You got that kind of time to invest? Need to ask yourself these things before signing up for ****.”

Andrew Krepsi: He raised his eyebrows "I have issues?" he grinned as foot pressed harder on the gas pedal "me? Checked the fuckin mirror there doll face?" The gangster barely dropped the speed as he took the turns, sending her sliding slightly in the seat. He flashed her a playful smirk, she was most certainly going to be keeping him busy. "Don't flatter yourself just yet little girl, I've dealt with a lot bigger and a hell of a lot badder than your cute little ***."

His eyes lingered on the wound in her leg, thankful he wasn't in her shoes. Inhaling deeply from his own cigarette he flicked it out of his window followed by the large plume of smoke, he ignored the ***** move of her ashing in his lap "how about you just worry about yourself baby girl" he flashed her a toothy smile "maybe you should be asking yourself why you had to go and shoot the wrong ***********. Now look, went and made yourself a fuckin pet."

Slamming on the brakes the 1952 Crown Victoria skidded to a halt in the gravel parking lot, kicking the rocks up and around the car. "You gonna be able to walk?" he hopped out of the car and opened her door, putting an arm around her waist he pulled her out of the car and led her to the apartment. Popping the key into the lock he gave it a small turn as he slammed his shoulder into the door to open it. "Make yourself at home." He turned the light on to reveal the grundgy interior, a bag of cocaine sat on top of a mirror on the coffee table next to a large bag of weed and grape cigarillos, the black leather couch seemed to be the only good thing in the room.

Tossing the keys on the table, he shut the door behind her. "Sit" it was more of a demand than a suggestion, leaving the room he quickly returned with ziploc full of ice and a wash cloth "take these, at least get rid of some of that swelling." Taking a seat on the couch he grabbed the remote and turned on the stereo before cutting a line, making it quickly disappear up his nose. "You smoke?" he asked, finishing rolling the blunt. "Looks like ya fuckin need it" he took a few puffs before passing it to her.

Satine: Satine really thought about that a moment. Perhaps for longer than a moment. The lines and white baggies could come and go and she cared less. It never appealed to her. The scent of smoke and blood filled her nose as she finally came around and took the blunt. It had been a long damn night and it still had a lot of darkness left. For that thought alone she inhaled deep ignoring that it was not the cigarette she was working on before. She would find out the hard way that she might as well be cursed for the effects that would follow. He had spouted off a lot of crap on the way over. She inhaled deep again. It was time to address them while he was handing out more orders for her to sit, fetch and if given half a chance to roll over and pop her *** up. She handed back what was pinched between her fingers. He was going to need it because she was about to let loose on what she had to say while she finally applied the ice where it was needed.

“Yeah, I sure did make myself a ******* pet. Just look at you for fucks sake.” She wasn’t losing yet. “And you better hope like hell you are ******* paper trained or your *** is sleeping outside. I don’t wipe *** or mop up piss.”

That was golden if Bugsy wanted to press it. He was lucky she still had enough tolerance to ignore the gaping wound on her thigh or the ruined ensemble she was wearing. There was no saving it. What was she supposed to do? Take it to the dry cleaners and ignore the fact it looked like she was in a battle to the death?

“By the way you owe me clothes because this **** is ruined.” She made her way through the room to find somewhere free of clutter to sit. “Not happy about that either.”

Satine’s red nails reached back as the stiletto kicked back slowly to greet her hand. Gently she pulled the ruined shoe off her foot and tossed it to the floor. That is when she set her foot down and tried to balance her weight between the awkward difference in one shoe being on and the other off. The place was a pig pen.

“What the ****?!” Silver orbs snapped to look back at him over her shoulder. “What the hell is this? There is not one god damned place to sit."

[Andrew Shedim]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Andrew Krepsi: He rolled his eyes, Satine was here a whole two minutes before criticizing his cleanliness. "For fucks sake" he pushed the small pile of Hustler magazines taking up the couch into the floor "here" he patted the seat next to himself. "Just wait right here" he took a few more puffs from the blunt, setting it in the ashtray before walking into his bedroom, returning with a Yankees jersey that would obviously fit her like a dress. "You can change there" he gestured to the middle of the living room.
He cut and snorted another line before leaning back, sitting up quickly "fuckin *****" he whispered, quickly pulling the pistols that had pinched him from his waistband, removing the clips and emptying the chambers before setting them on the table. He pinched his nose as he again reclined "come on doll face, whenever you're done complaining just sit" he gave her a playful wink "promise I won't bite unless ya ask."
Satine: She caught the shirt that looked like it belonged on some ball field and looked at it. She brought it to her face and surprisingly it did smell clean. Did the guy really think she was just going peel panties off and set him up for home base just like that? She let her eyes settle on him getting all comfortable like the show was about to start. She balanced on her bare foot allowing the other to rise behind her and pulled off her shoe and threw it at him like the Yankees were missing out on her accurate delivery of the Louboutin right at his head. She didn’t stick around to see if he minded the taste of her size 6 in his face. Quickly she disappeared to that very room he came from and slammed the door shut.
The great part about the clothes being ruined was she didn’t care about tearing them off just in case Bugsy was wanting help pulling the six inches of designer heel out of his nose. Buttons popped and material hissed as it was torn. Ultimately she was undressed and sporting the Yankee’s jersey in her hands because she sure as hell didn’t dare entertain trying to pick something off the floor and put it on. Her bare feet kicked through the mess on the way back to the door. She opened it and made her way back out. Now what?
“If a man’s place is his castle I think you better start being concerned about the rest of your kingdom.” She nodded slowly and kicked the Hustler magazines with her feet as she found a spot to sit down. “Where is my Juice Box?”
Andrew Krepsi: "What the ****, throw fuckin shoes at me!" he growled as she walked away. The blood in his palm simply made him shake his head, he had expected a thousand tantrums from her, as long as she kept it simple he would let her burn herself out. He took the shoe and tossed among the myriad of empty vodka bottles and skin mags, probably never to be seen again. He kicked his own shoes off before unbuttoning his shirt and continue smoking the blunt.
The sight of her in his jersey caught him off guard and he was unable to hide his moment of staring. Her words seemed like a distant echo, it took him a minute to respond "yeah, wait, what? Ain't nothing wrong with my 'kingdom' there doll face" he laughed "might not be your fancy *** swag palace but gots everything I need. And don't worry about Juice Box, er, Mike. If he's working you don't need to know what the **** he's doing." His eyes never stopping to take her in "get your *** over here" he took her hand, pulling her gently to the couch "hit this" he took a long hit off the dwindling blunt "and just chill" his hand conspicuously finding it's way to her knee. "You need anything?" the first genuine question he asked as he leaned forward, breaking up the buds for another blunt.
Satine: She was feeling a lot more relaxed once she took up his suggestion and finished off what was left. She didn’t look around at the place and concentrated or at least tried to on what he was doing. She had seen it done a million times but for that moment it was becoming rather fascinating. She slowly rubbed her cheek just because and then it dawned on her. She felt really good. Any pain from her wounds was gone and she was comfortable enough she settled back and kicked her feet up. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad place after all. She sighed leaning her head back to focus on the ceiling. That was all fine and well. Nice and clean. No **** to distract her up there. Damn she felt great.
“Nice ceiling, Bugs. You know how to pick them.” She chuckled at the fact the ceiling was a winner.
Andrew Krepsi: He chuckled quietly "yeah, nice fuckin ceiling right." Setting the second blunt to the side, he inhaled one last line before pushing the mirror away. Perhaps it was thanks to the copious amount of cocaine but he felt a lot less angry than he had been earlier. He placed a hand on her uninjured thigh "so if I'm gonna be keeping you, might as well make this fun right" he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. His ice blue eyes simply stared into her own, he had gotten caught up in the moment but waited to gauge her reaction.
Satine: She was feeling so good and the ceiling was like a work of undiscovered art now that she gave it a longer look. It belonged in some coffee table book somewhere. She was sure of it. That reminded her that she really need to go furniture shopping and pick one up. She tried to lift her head but it felt heavy or she lacked the motivation. Maybe a little of both. Instead of putting out the effort she glanced to the side where he should be. Instead she found him coming in close. Next thing she knew he was fastening his lips to hers as if they were a set of those fish who seemed to be stuck at the lips.
Keeping her? What the hell was he smoking? Not the same **** as she was. This was no cake walk and she was not the pie he won just because so old gangster with an attitude offered her up like a reward.
Satine leaned in only enough to push forward and him back. Her body leaned back again and the loud sound of her hand slapping his face registered before the burn of palm set in. She stood up and nearly fell on her *** as her foot stepped on the glossy skin mags and sent her slip sliding a few feet before she regained her balance.
Her eyes went to the table where he had tossed his gun and now she felt compelled to reach for it which meant another near slide on the same magazines as she leaned over. the gun fit snug in her grip as if it was her own. She looked at it briefly then realized it was her gun. She shrugged and aimed like she always did and pulled the trigger. A soft click absent of any gunshot expected is all that happened. She tried again and still nothing. ****** emptied the guns while she was in the room changing. Calm as she was compared to what she would have been had she not been stoned she still pulled her arm back and sent the gun right at him.
“**** you!” She was good as gone. Just as soon as she cleared the glossy floor rink full of tits and *** on her way to the door.
Andrew Krepsi: The empty click of her pistol brought a smile to his face. He had already fought back the laughter of her slipping on the magazines but now she was just making it impossible. He flipped one of the bullets "you know you need one of these to make that work right?" he laughed.
Jumping up to his feet he grabbed her wrist "where the **** you think you're going?!" He was obviously more accustomed to being wasted than she was but he would be damned if he let her walk back out to cause even more ****. He spun her around, connecting the back of his hand with her face "Carlo already said your *** is staying right here with me ya crazy *****! So get used to it" he shoved her against the wall, his hand resting next to her head as he leaned in "cause yo *** ain't going nowhere." He furled his lip into a menacing scowl.
His face inches from hers he kept his voice low "so I'll give you two choices, you can get your happy little ***" he gave her butt a small slap "back on the couch and chill the **** out or I can just put a bullet in your head and we call it a day." As he growled he couldn't resist the urge to squeeze her *** and bite her neck roughly "or just take you to my room and settle this once and for all." The ice in his voice being replaced by a hungry fire. All of tension and violence that had passed between them seemed to build to this one moment, he kissed her again, his body now pressed tightly against hers.
Satine: She was torn between biting his face off or kissing him harder than he ever been kissed before and leave him seeing stars. Face or stars. That went back and forth in her head as his mouth found hers and it didn’t stop there. His body pressed into hers and it was as if a few buttons she didn’t know about and perhaps a switch or two were set off. Every part of her that wasn’t numb from the high filling her body was firing up to full alert mode.
The numb necromancer kissed him back. Her hands found his face and now it was the sensation of red fingernails sinking into his skin while her hands pulled for him to get his body even closer as if it was possible. Her lips ached as the battle continued between tongues within. Her hand went to the back of his head and pulled hard moving his head back. Her teeth snapped down on his bottom lip and tugged until the blood appeared.
“If you think you can handle it.”
Satine’s eyes were wild with challenge and likely the weed as well. She couldn’t make sense of what was between them other than it was intense, powerful and unavoidable. Something was at work and had been since they met. It seemed they were always one step from either killing each other or the sheets. Or a wall or anything else sturdy and reliable.
Andrew Krepsi: In an instant the killer was swept up in the moment, carried away by the weeks of gun play and one upping each other. He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the bedroom and resting her on the already messy bed. "Knew we had to settle this somehow" he grinned, tossing his shirt on the growing pile of dirty clothes.
Briefly he thought back to their previous encounters, all the times he had put bullets in her, all the times he had received them, the lust he felt for her growing stronger. With a quiet laugh he hopped on the bed, straddling her, his hands pinning her to the bed "so how does it feel baby girl" his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of her neck, licking his lips as he pulled away "to know that when I'm done with you there's gonna be no question that you're mine?" He slid off the bed, unfastening his belt as he kicked the door shut, sliding back next to her. His fingers worked the buttons of her jersey as he continued to kiss and bite his way down her neck.

[Satine]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Andrew Krepsi: His head rested deep on the pillow, his lip stinging from being busted open by her fist, his arm draped around Satine, his fingers lightly raking her back, in his other hand he held an unlit cigarette. Her head resting on his chest, his eyes closed as her fingers tickled the flesh on his stomach. The Killer's mind raced through the incredible sex the two had just had and he laughed quietly "so, we reach a good understanding then?"

It was incredible, the adventure the two shared that had led them to this moment but right now there was not an ounce of contempt for the beautiful woman that lay in his arms. His eyes lingered on her, her head resting so perfectly on his chest, the thin fabric of the sheets barely hiding the pale flesh of the body pressed so snugly to his own. Sure, she was by far his greatest challenge, the woman had been hell on him with their rounds of gun play and fist fights. She had brought him to his knees on more than one occasion but he had given as good as he got. "Where do we go from here doll face?" he whispered quietly, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Satine:If there was a spot on her body that didn’t hurt at some point over the last several hours then she was oblivious to it. She was still wearing stab wounds on her thigh thanks to Krepsi’s gangster sire. It didn’t end there either. The necro was also missing parts of her monstrous fangs which she counted on returning in a few days if she managed to keep her mouth quiet or at least civil when she ran it. Of course that would be a huge effort on her part and she wasn’t so sure she could pull it off even in the best of moods. Despite that a rare one was currently taking place. She was feeling incredibly fine beneath the stiff muscles and throbbing layers of compromised skin.

Slowly the tip of her tongue stuck out and slid over her bruised lips. She was pretty sure they were nearly twice their original size. The burn of her moving tongue discovered a few new lacerations to the tender fleshs courtesy of the one beside her. She gently pulled the unlit cigarette that was perched in her lips and turned her head a little so it lifted to rest her chin on his chest. Her left eye closed so the right silver orb could focus on his face. She squinted. His busted lip was likely the size of both of hers. She started to make a sad face but it hurt too much.

“Not attempting to throwing punches for awhile is a good plan. I think we pretty much settled it.” She tried to roll a shoulder but stopped when a nerve screamed in agony beneath her skin. “And yes, we have an understanding.” Her leg moved slowly while leaning down and kissing his chest. “You belong to me.” She brushed her lips across the surface of his pale inked skin then nudged her cheekbone at his shoulder. “Mine.”

As soon as she lifted her leg a little higher beneath the sheets and over his bare thigh she was reminded why she hurt so bad. No matter how many changes she went through her body had limits. Andrew Krepsi left her feeling like she was pulled through one of those ringers her mom swore worked better than the ancient washing machine that they could never afford to replace back home. Her leg stopped the progression upward and her foot tried to flex but a loud pop from a joint echoed while she hissed out a curse at the timing. Her toe was stuck in a flexed position. Great. If it was not broken before it was certainly out of place. She didn’t care enough to ***** over it. Her body was aching but something else deep within made up for it. Something she sure as hell didn’t expect when she first set eyes on him and shot him for robbing her.

“Can you reach a lighter?” She asked while her body settled against his. She was afraid to move anything else.

Andrew Krepsi: A small, painful laugh escaped him, now fully certain that the necromancer had broken a few of his ribs. His fingers slowly combed through her hair, the strands were like onyx colored silk, something he was taking a delight in doing until her words caught his attention. Gently he pulled his arm from under her, leaving her head resting on the barren pillow as he sat up. She had definitely done a number on him, not only left him with a busted lip, a black eye, and broken ribs but he could feel the claw marks all down his back; she had proven to be an extremely volatile love maker, something that excited him more than she would know.

Standing slowly, he winced in pain, his pale bare *** was hers to see as he walked to grab his pants to get the lighter and hopping back into bed and again claim her in his arms. "I belong to you huh? Hmmm, I think" he placed a finger under her chin, gently lifting her head he placed his lips to hers "that's a good fuckin deal." He lit her cigarette before lighting his own, his voice ripe with playful sarcasm "I am supposed to be your keeper baby girl, so looks like I'm keeping you a long *** time." reaching down to give her *** a firm squeeze "especially if we keep this up." He inhaled deeply from the cigarette, letting the white clouds of smoke roll gently from his nostrils "but just so you know, you're mine as well, all mine." he stated as if the fact was unquestionable, there was no harshness to the words but he meant it. She was exactly what he needed and wanted, their games of hunter and hunted had proven she was exciting and dangerous and the passion they had just shared sealed the deal, she was stuck whether she loved or hated it.

Satine: “I am not sure what a keeper does but I will say this, Bugsy.” She paused to glance at the cigarette which for whatever reason reminded her that he shot her earlier. “Shoot me again in front of anyone and I will go back to racking up your balls with my bullets. Fair warning. Figure I will be all lenient and **** since you proved you have a few talents I only read about in some of those salon magazines. And you do grow on me in more ways than one.”

Satine inhaled slowly as if she had all the luxury of doing so after what she was telling him and found herself wondering if that was something that should concern her. She would shoot him again without a second thought and she was pretty sure he had no issue kicking her *** again. In fact, disturbing as it was she actually was counting on it. Not that she would admit it. There was the insinuation that he was under his sire’s influence back then. She wasn’t sure what exactly caused it or if Andrew was bold and decided to put on a show for his sire. Either way she meant what she just said. Her one open eye narrowed a little as she exhaled to the side sending the stream of smoke upward.

“Trust me when I say this Bugsy…” Another inhale went slow and deep past her lips . This time she held it in gracefully as she spoke softly. “No one is going to give you a challenge on your claim. Most will feel eventually feel for you. I got my issues. I just make up for them in other ways.” She sent him a rather odd wink since she had one eye still swollen shut. “So lucky you, baby.”


Andrew Krepsi: He remained quiet for a moment, just smoking his cigarette slowly with his eyes closed until all that remained was a solid glowing ember on the butt. Crushing the remnants into the ashtray he opened his eyes to look at her "you're fuckin adorable ya know" he chuckled painfully before pressing his pillow against the headboard and sitting up to lean back. He continued to run his fingertips down her back, smiling as he looked at the beautiful, somewhat damaged face staring back at him.

His voice was calm, almost soothing as he spoke to her "actually, let me clear some things up for you there doll face. Carlo made me your keeper so let me start there. It's now my responsibility to make sure you don't run around causing problems." He smiled softly as he again placed a finger under her chin "you remember what I told you in his office? When I told you I would burn your entire world down before putting a bullet in that beautiful ******* face of yours and leave you as a pile of ashes? That wasn't just a threat, no, it was a guarantee. Now, let's say you stir up problems for Carlo and the Lionelli family and I don't ******* kill you, well, then both of us are going to be finding ourselves locked in a casket, coated in cement, they'll put us on a boat, go out into the ocean, and then neither of us are ever heard from again. You get that? We will spend an eternity at the bottom of the ocean with absolutely no room to even move. Being your keeper isn't some honor or privilege" he shook his head slowly "I'm your fuckin kill switch."

He lit another cigarette, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the pain. Opening the top drawer of the bedside table he removed a small tray with a bag of weed and a book of papers; holding the cigarette between his teeth he quickly rolled a fat joint and tucked it behind his ear, placing the tray back in the drawer. "Now, if you want to pretend to threaten me let me remind you of the night you just had, not the time you spent in bed with me but when we were in Carlo's office." Placing the cigarette in the ashtray he lit the joint, taking a couple of deep puffs before offering it to her "when I shot you, that wasn't me. No, the old man used one of his tricks, controlling me when I pulled the trigger but you **** up I won't bat a ******* lash to shoot you myself. You may feel you are some hot **** and I won't lie baby girl, you got some skills" his fingers now rubbing her neck softly "but I've taken down much bigger vamps than you. I think you are ******* precious, I really do" the expression in his ice blue eyes seemed to flash as he suddenly sounded cold and serious "but you will not **** with me without being reminded of exactly what the **** I am, I am not some flashy blow hard that boasts of ********, I was trained to be a killer by the coldest ******* crew you could imagine" his eyes locked hard on hers "do you understand what I'm saying?"

A sudden shift in his tone and he was again soothing her aches as best as he could with his hand "but I will say this baby girl, you are stuck with me, good or bad, thick and thin, but any *********** puts a hand on you, I'll rip their ******* throat out before emptying a clip in their skull" he smiled softly, repeating her words "lucky you."

Satine: Listening to Bugsy go on about what he would do to her and those she was linked to took up a third of her cigarette she was working on. Each time he reminded her what all he would burn, tar, feather and reduce to belly button lint she was left with more reasons to believe the guy just might be the one for her. Why?

Because she was tempted to do all that to him and more even when she wasn't mad at him. And so far most of the time that she had known him she was mad at him ...well sort of. The rest of it she was doing the whole creepy stalking him and stealing items from him like his car, his driver and shooting him in all the parts a guy would prefer not to be.

So how the hell it wound up with her finishing a cigarette next to him in bed was a trip. Her one good eye tried to raise a brow when he seemed close to finishing his thought provoking rant.

"You are pretty ******* cool beans yourself, Bugsy." She pressed her fingertip over the top of the filter that was left sending it into the ashtray that appeared to be a souvenir from that strip joint not far from the station. "I feel your words. I think we understand each other really well. I got your back and you got mine. I'll also kick your *** and you will kick mine. My killswitch huh?" She sent her sore fingers into her hair and tried to organize the bed head she had going on. "I would kill you. And not only that I enjoy getting my hands on you and watching you get all worked up over it. Call it one of those things that makes my eyes light up."

Satine looked at him with a cold and serious look. He wasn't playing. She knew it. Neither was she when she said what she just did. She was betting he was the type that wouldn't be all sore over it. He had enough balls and street smarts to know a good ***** to have at his side was a deadly one who was just as capable of taking him out as much as the asshole around the block with a target on his back.

"Now that we have got the pleasantries dealt with how about going back to our regularly scheduled programming that was already in progress?" She eyed him with an expression that was full of invitation.

Andrew Krepsi: He shook his head with a deep sigh "you just cannot fathom when something is ******* serious can you?" A small smirk creased his lips, the smart mouth she had was one thing he adored about her, even if he would not admit it. Inhaling deeply from his joint, his voice slightly strained "Satine" he blew the smoke out slowly "you may be cute as ****, you may have you're whole 'big bad wolf' vibe" his words almost mocking "but there are things you aren't going to be able to handle all on your own." He sat up, grabbing the white and navy Yankees boxers from the floor and sliding them on "it's a goddamn great thing you have me."

He continued to puff away on the joint as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand running up and down her leg "whether you like it or not I'm going to teach your kiwi *** that you need to take things seriously" he reached between the mattress and removed a pistol "what do you think" he flipped the safety off, quickly aiming the gun at her face "when you are in this situation? I could kill you right ******* here, right ******* now. What are you thinking?!" His eyes narrowed, his voice obviously serious "are you cracking a ******* joke right now?"

Satine: Silver orbs narrowed to line up with the barrel in her face. There was no twitch to the hand holding it. No weakness in the grip. Yes, it was safe to assume Andrew Krepsi did this before. Likely more times than he could recall or that she had time to hear about. She had no issue returning the favor except for the fact she didn't have a god damned weapon within reach. She had one kill under her belt. He had a career under his. She knew she would catch up. It just wouldn't be in the next hour or two.

Satine had a lot to learn about the world she had stumbled into and the dark pockets and layers that were quickly making their presence known. She thought she had seen it all but once again she was wrong. Dead wrong. Her gaze traveled slowly up his arm and finally found his face. Her top lip twitched.

It was like toying with snake. One that was nearly impossible to resist, charming and dangerous because it's appetite was hardly predictable. Andrew Krepsi had her under his sight and under his skin. Was she ready to see what else he was willing to do at that moment? She shifted and felt a set of ribs burn when the fractured bones didn't line up right. He busted her ***, drained her energy in the fight and he awakened an unknown hunger and pretty much stamped his name all over it. He won this round. She was exhausted and for the moment not up for gambling her battered *** in a crap shoot unarmed. However, she was still a contender and it was in his best interests not to doubt that.

"Settle down. I am good. You got a point."

The gangster did have a point. Unless a Micro Uzi dropped out of the air the score was 1-0 in Bugsy's favor. She allowed her body to slide down into the comfort of the bed. She wasn't going anywhere for the time being so getting comfortable seemed like a great idea.

[Andrew Shedim]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Andrew Krepsi: His eyes narrowed as he stared at her, looking for any indication that she was trying to trick him; even if she sported a few injuries he knew she was dangerous, something he absolutely loved about her. Lowering the gun he placed it on the table as he inched closer to her, "listen doll face, I don't wanna kill you, there is absolutely no fun in it." he grabbed the joint from the ashtray, lighting it as he again stretched out next to her. "You and me are stuck together, for better or worse my life actually depends on me keeping you safe and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

He had brought the necromancer into his world, even though she had initiated their game of cat and mouse. Sympathy was something he had never felt for another person but the more time he had spent with her the more he questioned if he had done the right thing. Sure, she was as dangerous as any other he had known but he had never before cared, really cared, for another. As he held her his mind raced with the possibilities of all the things that could happen, he was going to have a lot to teach the raven haired woman that lay in his arms.

A sudden knock on the door broke his train of thought "what?!" he shouted, he could hear the shuffle of Mike's feet before the shaggy haired blood thief peeked his head in "Boss, we got him" his eyes darting briefly to Satine before continuing "bringing him now." Quickly Drew got out of bed, slipping on his pants, grabbing a random shirt off the floor "good job Mike, look, need you to stay here and keep her company" he grinned "believe you two remember each other" certain that Mike was not going to soon forget the encounter with Satine any time soon. Grabbing the gun from off the table he gave the woman a quick kiss "look, got some business to take care of, this *********** happens to owe me a lot of money so just stay here, Juice, damnit" he smirked "Mike is going to keep you company and I'll be back in just a little while." He grabbed the jersey he had given her earlier and tossed it to her "put that on, don't want him getting an eye full. Brushing past the blood thief he shouted "well well, if it ain't just the *********** I wanted to see" the rest of his words cut short as Mike closed the door, standing like some sentry guard, his eyes averted to avoid staring directly at the woman lying in his boss' bed.

Satine: The jersey that would eventually stand for a lot more than the New York Yankee's landed on the top of the sheet that was wrapped around her and tucked under her arms. Once the door closed she glanced over to the warm body left in the room with her. The left corner of her mouth perked up bringing half a smile to her face and it arrived just in time for Juice Box to spot it. She watched him shift his weight from one foot to the other and then subtly roll his shoulders back while folding his hands loosely in front of him. Satine smiled more when he cleared his throat and quickly looked away.

"And here we are..." Satine announced the obvious with a tone that could imply so many things that could be pleasing about her finding him with her alone in a room. "How have you been?"

The sound of the sheet covering her cool bare skin hissed as she stirred out from beneath the cover it had been providing. Juice Box immediately turned in his current spot and faced the door. The jersey slid back in place over her otherwise bare shoulders where it been hours before. A few buttons were fastened and her limbs settled in beneath it. The hem of the material moved at the back of her thighs while she made her way to the pack of cigarettes on the bed. She wasn't a routine smoker. In fact she had her first cancer inspiring sticks within the last few hours. It made no sense and really it didn’t have to. It wouldn’t be one of her long term top five things to do. She needed another habit like she needed a hole in her head. With that thought she moved the pack to the bedside table and turned her attention back to Juice Box.

"I am decent." She announced so she wasn't left looking at his back longer than she had to.
"Not so sure about that." It was mumbled but still audible as he once again was moving and looking at her as if she would lie about it.


Andrew Krepsi: "Have a seat." The man was forced into on the sofa by the gangsters that led him in. He had obviously been worked over a little before he had been brought in, his plain white t-shirt and jeans were both stained in a mixture of blood and dirt, his lip busted and swollen. Drew did not bother to hide his anger and contempt as he continued "so tell me ya little *****, what the **** makes you think you can try and **** me?! Did you think I would just let this **** slide? Did you think you could just run around bragging about the ******* five thousand dollars worth of MY dope that you stole?" He slammed his hands hard onto the coffee table, staring directly into the shaking man's eyes "ANSWER ME ***********!"

"I, I" he stammered
"YOU WHAT?! YOU FORGET HOW TO TALK?!"
"I didn't brag about ****." The little street thug was obviously scared as he tried to avoid meeting Drew's gaze, fidgeting nervously, his eyes continuously darting between the door and the man that stared directly into his face. "And I didn't wanna steal your dope man, I had to! My boss heard you guys had some **** coming in and wanted to let you guys know this is our turf." The first sign of confidence returning as he mentioned his own crew, apparently thinking the killer would reconsider what he was doing when he heard about the rival gang. His words only causing Drew to laugh.
"Oh yeah? Who the **** you answer to ya little *****? Huh? Answer me!" he pulled the pistol from his waistband, pointing at the gangster now looking back at him.
"You know who! Tony, in the slums man! Says you and your boys are moving in on our ****, long as we ain't gettin a piece you won't be moving nothin man. We know you aren't doing this for the Italians so you ain't got the protection." A smug look sat upon the man's face, figuring he had called the vampires bluff. The little operation Drew had set up on the side was indeed done without Lionelli approval but the man's words meant nothing.
"Get the **** out of here, tell your boss he's ******* dead, every single one of you are going to make a choice, you either leave Harper Rock, you join me, or you can die with your little ***** of a boss! Go! Get the **** out of here!" The two blood thieves that had brought the man in now dragged him off the couch and towards the door "wait, one last thing" the trio paused just inches from the door as the man turned around only to be shot in the head, spraying his blood all over the wall "get him out of here, send that *********** his head and leave the message." He sat on the couch as the body was dragged away. Cutting a few lines on the mirror still sitting on the table he snorted them quickly, planning exactly what he was going to do from here.

Satine: “Really?” Satine was feeling like this was going to be one of those moments between them. They had them before.“Your boss left you to be in charge of the door. Not be a comedian. And it sounds like they are having more fun out there than we are in here so relax.”

The carpet beneath her feet was sporting the shaggy style that was left behind a few decades back. It was evident when she felt the blinding burnt orange long fibers tickle between each red polished toe on her cotton white feet. The big toe on the right foot that had been stuck out of joint popped when she stepped on it with the other and pressed it down. She winced and shook out the foot.

Satine’s head tilted back a bit to get a good look at the man she nicknamed Juice Box while resting her hands on her petite hips. He was not too hard on the eyes. In fact the man was worth a second look now that she thought about it. His chaotic waves of dark hair framed his pale face and his set of piercing green eyes really were striking the more they shifted back to her. He was a bit shorter than his boss but he was holding far more muscle on his frame. He also had certainly been in better shape than he currently was in. She wondered if anyone that ran with Andrew Krepsi ever looked like anything other than an amatuer boxer post fight. They all had seen far better days and nights. Her lips throbbed as she parted them more to give the man of the hour one of her winning smiles.

“Why you stick with him when you could have been with me?” Her hand reached up and fingered the surface of his jacket with an attentive focus. A light brush of her fingers had her failing to clear off the visible blood spatters that were not likely to be picked up by human eyes. However small the spots were they were nearly impossible to ignore when she could taste them in the air that moved through her lips. She was hungry again but sucking on cloth was not going to cut it. “I promised to make you happy.” She stepped in a little closer. He was called her juice box for a reason. “Didn’t I?” Satine was reminded how sweet he was as soon as her body was greeted with the heat radiating from his. “So...how about it? Show me a little tenderness?”

Satine wasn’t in the mind set to take no for an answer. They had been through it before. She knew just where his best spot to tap was. The raised voices in the next room only heightened her state of need. Blood was flowing. The sounds of a shot fired announced as much. She licked her lips taking curled handfuls of his lapels into her grip. She needed what was beneath his nervous skin and that was alright. What she planned out in her dark head wouldn’t take long at all.

“One time for old time's sake?” She whispered sizing up that jugular throbbing faster now that she had her hands on him. “I just think it would help calm us both down.That or I may have to help you leave your current post and make a mess out there.”

Juice Box may have been warm blooded but he wasn’t stupid. He liked how his pulse picked up when the boss’s snuggle buddy was trying to make a play for one of his veins. No, he didn’t like to be treated like an open tap. He liked that he still had a pulse left after hanging out with the sorts of sharp toothed mobsters that he did. It said he was a smart guy. Far more wise than the one currently sticking to various parts of the wall in the other room behind the door he was currently blocking.

“The Boss said you would likely try something like this.” With that the man’s hands unfolded and the right one rapped on the door that his back rested on. “Step back or it won’t be good.” He barely gave her a second look as he called back over his shoulder. “When you are done out there Boss you are needed in here.” Juice flashed a grin that disappeared when she blinked.

Andrew Krepsi: He lit a cigarette and rested his head back, letting the drugs course through his veins and work their magic. Mike's voice registered but Drew was not in a rush, the little ***** of a gangster that now stained the walls of his apartment had filled the killer with rage and he needed a moment to calm down. He puffed at the cigarette slowly, these things seemed to work better when he was still mortal but he saw no reason to stop now. He had been spattered with the man's blood himself and needed a fresh shirt, or at least one not stained with incriminating evidence. Slowly he got to his feet and made his way to the room.

"What?" His voice just short of yelling as he made his way through the door, removing his shirt to join the dozens of others in a loose knit pile in the corner. His eyes darted between the blood thief and the woman clutching him; quickly his hand fastened around Satine's throat and forcefully throwing her to the floor "the **** are you doing! I leave for fifteen ******* minutes and you've got your hands on my boy?!" His head snapped back to the one she called Juice Box, his hand now grabbing the man's shirt and pinning him against the wall "what the **** is going on here Mike?"

The blood thief had long ago grown accustomed to his boss' temper and his voice remained unshaken "she's trying to seduce the blood outta me boss" he smiled weakly "had to call for you, you said if she tried anything to get you, so I did." Drew gave the man a playful pat on his face, releasing his grip with a smile "good, always earning your keep. You..." his attention shifting back to Satine, reaching out to lift her from the floor "haven't I told you not to **** with my boys? If you need the blood you talk to me, you don't just ******* take it." He smirked, still holding the jersey "or learn to ******* hunt."

Satine: Satine was too hungry from the cloud of fresh spill that rolled in with Mr. Krepsi to give two shits as to what the **** he just said. In fact she was getting downright pissed off. All kinds of thunder and lighting was building beneath her pale layers of skin. Her gums itched and the space in her jaw was becoming compromised as her lethal lions jaws were starting to make a grand showing. That was right. The man was calling her out for round two. She would never turn down the invitation to dance with Bugsy. Was it a ******* crime to be hungry? He certainly raised her appetite to all new levels so he could just deal with it and chill the **** out.

“You will be one sorry son of a *****. I promise you that. Different place and time when your boss isn’t protecting your ***.” Her eyes flashed to Juice as her fangs dripped with promise and intent. The heat was increasing and she was all focus with every twitch and movement he made. Her mind was unable to start a fire. This was going from bad to worse. The human was starting to get antsy and she was entertaining the idea of starting her hunting session while bossy Bugsy watched his boy go down. Her silver orbs locked on the face that could sink a thousand ships. “And you put me down. Be ******* nice about it. I am feeling a bit fragile. It’s been one hell of a night.”

Andrew Krepsi: Her tempered display of frenzied rage, for the first time, was not met with an equal level from the gangster. He was too stoned to get overly worked up but he was putting the pieces together; instead of releasing her as she demanded he pulled her in close, giving her a passionate kiss, scooping her in his arms he placed her gently on the bed. His voice was calm as he spoke to her "relax baby girl, you've had enough for one night." Satine had gone through hell and back and Drew genuinely felt a tinge of concern for the wounded woman.

Sitting next to her on the bed, he wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her smaller frame nestled comfortably in his own. His icy blue eyes remained locked on her, he had never seen a moment of vulnerability in the creature that rested in his arms and he was strangely fascinated. Feeling an urge to care for her, to protect her; at the moment she was no vicious monster in his eyes and he was not her keeper, to him she was just a woman and he was the man that cared for her. Snapping his fingers loudly he demanded "you, come here." He did not have to look at the obedient blood thief to know he was already making his way to the bed, kneeling at the foot of the bed "feed her. And you.." he whispered softly into Satine's ear "don't kill him."

His eyes never blinked as she sank her fangs into Mike's neck, pulling from the fount of blood. The blood thief's eyes closed as his body weakened, Drew finding the scene strangely arousing; when the humans hands suddenly seized her shoulders, trying and failing to push her off, Drew grabbed her neck "you've taken enough" his voice a heated whisper but she still clung to her prey. "ENOUGH!" he flung the woman back, letting the blood thief fall to the floor. She still looked weak as she lay gasping on the bed, the look in her eyes giving away her disorientation but Drew's attention to turned to his friend. Slowly he picked the human up, carrying him to the couch, with enough rest he'd be fine, she hadn't taken enough to cause any concern. When he came back to the bedroom she was still lying there, looking exhausted. The killer crept into the bed next to her, kissing her neck gently as his fingers slowly worked the buttons of her jersey; sinking his fangs into her own neck he savored the taste of her blood while his hand caressed the pale flesh. He could feel the dawn coming, Satine sleeping soundly under the weight of his body; he slowly pulled away from her, licking the wound closed before pulling the blanket over her, resting his head on the pillow and allowing a deep sleep to take him.