--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.