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‹Tameka Vassey› Meka read the thread on the bridge and tapped her chin thoughtfully. There was a story there, probably a really juicy one, probably more juicy than her own with her damn brother coming out to find her and getting his damn fool self turned into a vampire. Probably her fault really, she probably coulda handled the whole ‘got family they’ll be looking for my ***’ scenario. And she hadn’t had a current squeeze when Vel had found her so she didn’t have the problem of the poor ex scenario like this Axel guy had. And she felt for him and for this mysterious other woman called Jessica. In Meka’s mind they were some star crossed lovers torn apart by the ravages of an unkind fate.

Actually, she kinds felt sorry for both of them. Here the poor man was pledging to kill the poor woman just for being his ex. Either he was one crazy mofo with the conscience of a serial killer or he’d been given the raw end of the deal and either way, Meka really wanted to know.

She loved the summoning power. In her mind she still thought of it as beaming a person up and took every opportunity she could to use it. Now, she wasn’t too sure if Velveteen was entirely kosher with this whole, beam them up into her Hut thing but so far she hadn’t been caught and she’d only use it really with people she didn’t think would do Tytonidae no harm. Like her brother… and now, with this Axel person.

Meka was sitting on her couch, a sectional number with asian inspired number with an equally asian styled coffee table. It wasn’t really her so much, but it was what she could get up the tree and for now it would do. She needed a TV but that would come later as well. Concentrating she felt the pull of power, like she yanked on a long rope, pull the person towards her on a cosmic tug of war she was going to win and opened her eyes to eye the man standing in front of her. She blinked up at him, tilting her head to the side. Well, it took all sorts now didn’t it? She thought in her head.

He look like he’d just thrown himself out of some sort of punk rock concert. With his crazy shirt and leather jacket that had so many studs on it that she thought it probably weighed a damn tone. That was no kind of jacket to be wearing in the summer. Hell no. She was sweating just looking at the thing. For her part Meka was wearing something made just for the summer, three quarter black pants and an off the shoulder shirt that she could lounge around her hut in. She didn’t think she looked like a vampire at all, being black and all she didn’t even have that crazy white skin they all had, but this guy, not this guy looked just as deviant as you’d think any vampire would look. Meka’s eyebrows rose and she smiled at him. Patting the couch she invited him to sit with the gesture.

“Hey there.” Meka said, her voice dripping with a Georgian southern drawl, stretching out the vowel sounds like a slow drop of malted treacle. “I’m Meka Vassey.” Her grin was wide and open, her brown eyes sparkling their good humour at the man who’d just got himself dropped down into her apartment. For a fleeting moment she considered this tactic as a dating device but quickly discarded it. No man in his right mind was going to be happy about being plucked out of his life and delivered to her door like a trussed up Thanksgiving turkey. Setting the thought aside she explained what the hell had happened to him. Wiggling her fingers as an explanation she explained. “I used a power to beam you up here.. rather than talk in that thread… I thought you and I could talk some… here… about your girl… Jessica.” She pat the couch again, offering the seat. “Wanna sit? I’d offer you something to drink, but I aint got a human handy for you to munch on.”

‹Axel Rosen› Sitting in the alleyway, feeding on some doctor, he feels it. The pull on him. Quickly before whatever is going to happen to him, he dunks the body deep into a nearby dumpster. Setting the body and the trash inside of fire. Then as the match catches, he is pulled from his location to a room. Those blue eyes, blood down his chin, glance about then catch her. He is in the process of pulling his twin swords before he realizes who, exactly, she is. His hands removes from the two swords and he nods his head up and down. Ignoring the bit about Jessica for the time being, he moves to take a seat where she had indicated. "I fed as you were summoning." His mouth, as it opens is a line of fangs. He looks as if all his teeth have been filed into monstrous daggers. He picks remnants of flesh from them, particles really. His fangs sink back down, becoming regular teeth.

‹Tameka Vassey› “Ugh, Lordy what you done to your teeth? They’re like…” She lifted her hand and made claw like gesture at the man. Meka lost the words to explain what it was she was thinking. They looked like a row of shark teeth or like that cat guy who’d had so many plastic surgeries that his face was all poofed out like some weirdly humanized cat man. It was grotesque, the cat man, and just a little bit the dude she’d summoned into her Hut. She blinked at the poor man, for once, at a loss for how to proceed with the conversation. Right now. She’d completely forgotten about the woman. The thing about vampires she’d found is that they all, really, looked quite human. Until now. This guy didn’t look much human. He looked like some jacked up vampire junkie with some seriously deadly teeth. She winced at the dental work he’d have required to get his teeth in that shape.

“Nice to meet you Axel… sorry about dinner.” Stretching over to the end table, she hauled herself to one side (away from Axel) unraveling her legs underneath her and snatched two tissues from the box there. Flopping back she handed them to the male. “Here you go… you got some on your chin right there.” She finished, pointing on her own face where he had missed a part of the bloody trail, the only evidence left of the poor person he’d been chomping on when she’d summoned him up.

‹Axel Rosen› Taking the tissue he shakes his head, half into the tissue. He is silent for a moment, and thinks about how this conversation will play out. His mind is reeling through all the possibilities, but he feels that he shouldn't as he thinks too much. His eyes move to her and he offers a (now human) grin. "No worries. I finished them." He means this in both te way of feeding and in the fact that he kills his victims for sport. "My teeth have been like this almost since my turning. It started with my canines, then moves to the teeth behind them. Slowly, two by two, each tooth is now as sharp as a razors." He doesn't go on to give the purpose for them becoming this way. His victims often look like those who have been mauled by animals. "So, what is it you wish to know about my ex", he makes this part emphasized so that it cannot be misconstrued.

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka smiled right back at him, glad to see that the crazy teeth didn’t stick around for the long haul. She figured they’d be damn hard to speak around and she wasn’t sure she could have kept up the conversation with them right there in front of her and not keep looking at them. She picked up the conversational ball, glad he’d thrown it back into the infield so they could get back on track. Ex. Such a final word, ex. He said it with the finality of a man either convinced of its truth or attempting to convince the person he was speaking to of the same deal. Either way it was this that had brought him (quite literally) to her front door (and not by choice). “Why did Jesse ask that question… and why her specifically. I mean, it aint like we all didn’t come from somewhere and we don’t all have people we got in our pasts, but that girl… she was mentioned for a reason wasn’t she? What was that reason?”

‹Axel Rosen› His eyes look into hers, but not in a way of trying to find some connection to meet her on. No he's trying to figure out a motive, or figure out why she would want to know more than what he's already said on the thread. It's not that he's secretive, more that he feels he's said enough so far. Maybe she needs more. He'll feed her like a wounded kitten, one tiny bite at a time, until he feels that he has given her enough. "Jesse asked that of me because he walked in on me as I was breaking things off with her, and Paladins are not to be trusted."

‹Tameka Vassey› "Paaaaaladin" she echoed back at him, the drawl yanking out those vowels again with slow sipped punctuation. "Well, that's it aint it?" she finished. "That's also the reason why he asked you if you would kill her if you had to right?" Making herself comfortable Meka pulled her legs up, resting her chin on them and wrapping her arms around her legs. It was curious really. The man in front of her was a stranger, yet here they were, talking about his love life (or previous one) like they’d known eachother for ages. She figured it was a part and parcel of what they had become and what he wanted to be a part of. Meka might not have been a vampire for long but she’d had it beat into her enough the general dos and don’ts of living in this environment and Paladins were high on the list of don’ts and dipping your wick in one was a serious infraction of those rules. She gave him a commiserating look. “I’m sorry, about what you’re going through… it can’t be easy giving up someone you love to be what … you are.”

‹Axel Rosen› She says the word, drawing it out for a few seconds, and he wants to twitch but he contains himself. That drawl is going be annoying, but he won't tell her that. She asks a question, but it seems that it doesn't need an answer when he goes to answer his mouth. She then continues on with her part of the conversation. "Yes." He would add on more, but like feeding a bird, he gives her one drop of raw nerve-endings at a time. She says that she's sorry and he tilts his head to the side. "I'm a vampire, she's a paladin. What I am is what she loathes and kills what I am", he grins, "and should she become a problem, I would kill her. No remorse. I've been attacked by enough hunters and berserkers in the sewers to have developed my own little disdain."

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka hadn’t been born into this life and she hadn’t come to it like a perfectly fit glove that had finally found the hand it was meant to be paired with all along. She still struggled with the concept of being so intent on harm to others that it became second nature. Yet here was this male who had become what he had become, who had loved where he had yet could so easily discard it. She didn’t understand that, utter lack of … stick. Love should stick. Loyalty should stick. It should be pried off the body like a leech, cut away and it should leave you bleeding. Meka hadn’t eradicated all of her human connections and each one had been taken from her kicking and screaming. She had fought for each one and each lesson had been hard won. This man seemed to throw his off as if they meant nothing at all, discarded as easily as the tissue she had just given him. She looked at him closely, her gaze sharpening. “Why is that so easy to do then… if we were still talking in that thread in front of everyone else, I would ask you exactly that question.. and maybe that’s why I brought you here, cause it seemed, too personal to ask there.. if you had loved her… how can you just… want to kill her, just like that?”

‹Axel Rosen› His eyes flit over with a black film like oil. There are no irises, no pupil, no white around them, just black. He takes a breath. He's not angry yet, but something is going on within him, as he doesn't like to talk about the period between being turned and the period where he had broken things off. But he feels that he can do that for her. To help her understand how he is and why he feels like he does. "The period after my turning, I dropped myself from the planet, being sure to not go places she would go.." He doesn't have love in his voice anymore, but it seems as if it had been there at some point. "In that month, between being turned and breaking things off, I did still care..." he stops and thinks for a minute. "I fought myself, cried, whined, all the whole break up things." He looks away, eyes still black as tar pits. "But... I had to convince myself that things were over. My sire told me that if I brought danger to Altaire he would kill me himself. A paladin, would be viewed as danger. There are other things. It's not like i brushed it off easily. It was a fight."

After another pause he looks up and then shakes his head, "It's not that I 'want' to kill her. It's that I will if I 'have' to."

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka watched his eyes change and sat up straighter, the movement instinctual. Mostly self preserving cause if there was one thing she was learning was that people weren’t always what they seemed to be and when spooky **** like eyes changing colour happened, you looked out for signs like, big giant claws, guns or people turning into crazy animal types. Meka watched him closely, muscles tensed. And he spoke her shoulders dropped and she relaxed once again. This, is probably what she was searching for all along, the qualifier that made him more human, flawed. Not the perfect soldier or the perfect candidate but the perfectly human… vampire. Which seemed to be one of those opposing statements but she knew what she meant. She nodded as he spoke, her expression understanding and a bit embarrassed. He revealed things to her, and she should have been prepared for them, but she hadn’t been, not for the naked emotion.

Maybe it was how you were brought into this place and your life experiences before it. She didn’t know what sort of life he had before he became a vampire but by the looks of him (freaky jacket and eclectic shirt and scruffy punk type exterior) his experiences had been nothing like her own. How really was a girl who was raised in a middle class family with close parents and two brothers possibly meant to understand the mechanics of others who seemed to have slipped into being a vampire as if it were a second skin. It had seemed he had so readily believed in the right of his stance that she had wondered for just a moment if the failure to understand wasn’t so much him, but herself. She expected everyone to question why, to not accept such things at face value. She actively challenged Velveteen to rationalize why she wanted things done the way she did and all of her perceptions were still couched in the teachings of her parents and how she was raised. And this moment, with his statement is what she was looking for in Axel. The real reason why. The hard choices that were given to all of them at their turning, the painful wrenching ones. And she had it, and it didn’t make her feel better so much as it made it all seem to make more sense.

“No that I can understand… cause when we become what we are, we are faced with these awful decisions and they don’t always come with a price we are happy paying.” She answered finally. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.. but I guess you already know why it was important it is this way?”

‹Axel Rosen› Nodding his head, his eyes stay this way for now. The irritation of the nerve endings being bared again is getting to him. A silent millipede craws from his nose to his ear, burrowing itself there. He looks at it as best he can then rolls his neck. He waits for it to settle again before smiling a little bit. "Yes. I understand why it is important." He is smiling more because of the millipede that he has come to name 'skuttles'.

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka made a face like she’d sucked on a huge lemon and it had made her face scrunch up in distaste. “God GOD, what the HELL have you got going on with yourself?” she asked, forgetting completely about the current line of conversation and instead staring in disgusted fascination at the insect that just crawled out of one orifice and back into the other. She wanted to jump the hell up and get herself a can of fly spray and douse the man in some sort of high end bug repellent but something told her that this, was not new to the man. She shivered, physically and shook it off before continuing on. “That, … bug thing you just did, aint normal… is that normal?” she asked, the roles reversing and this time her asking him the questions about what was appropriate cause she had never seen anything like this… ever and she wondered if she was going to have to put up with insect infested people all the time. (cause if she did she was going to get the place fumigated… a lot) “What in the world else you got going on with yourself?”

‹Axel Rosen› The expression on his face while not completely new to him is the first of it's severity that he has noticed. Letting her go on her freak out with her words, yelling certain things before he looks at her. His look is one of 'are you done yet'? Onece she is and asks the question of if it's normal he shrugs his shoulders. " I believe I am the first vampire I've heard of having ths particular problem." He looks down at himself,. "Every sunset I end up at the plaecs I was turned."

‹Tameka Vassey› Insects weren't her thing, in fact, totally not her thing. She couldn't imagine anything worse than having things, creepy crawly things inhabiting her body. She blinked rapidly and attempted to take it in stride and figured she was failing miserably. The poor ********, he’d have to find himself a girl who had a highly developed insect kink or his *** aint getting no *** ever cause she just couldn’t see how any girl was going to jump into the sack with a man who got.. things in him. Meka tucked her legs up closely and kept her expression as understanding as she could while secretly hoping nothing crawled ‘out’ of him and ‘into’ her couch. “Damn, so that means… you go back to the same place? Every night.. god, that’s .. so interesting. Did anyone ever tell you why?” Meka never supposed to know anything about everything but she’d thought she’d known lots of things, come to find out, she might only know a tenth of what was possible. “So bugs? And… maybe like a return to the place you died thing .. and?”

‹Axel Rosen› "The bugs I can deal with. I sometimes groom myself before meetings, though you didn't give me the chance." His eyes turn back to a blue color and he gives her a playful glare. Shaking his head. "I think I spent an hour the other night with a dagger, cutting a few of them out at a time, looking down at my skin. I keep the millipede though, nice to have as company." She lists his things that are wrong with him so far and he looks around the room and his shadow is demonstrating his other problem as it moves along the floor, pacing without him.

‹Tameka Vassey› “Um.” She replied, sorta hoping he’d change the subject. The bugs, she just realised, were her no go zone, in fact, the idea of it was making her fidgety. Meka moved position restlessly on the couch, turning to look away from him, following where is gaze directed to his shadow, back to him then back to the shadow. It was almost a bit galling to think that she didn’t have anything really whoopsy about her, or maybe she didn’t know about it yet. Seemed to her there were lots of people running around with **** going on with themselves and maybe it was just a matter of time before her own manifested. It’d be just her damn luck she got that creepy crawly one (although she really hopped she didn’t – cause she’d really like to have sex one day. She liked sex and insects crawling out her hoochie waalaa weren’t gonna help her none). “Well, would you look at that…” Following the shadow she kept up with its antics for a couple more seconds before turning back. “What’s it doing?”

‹Axel Rosen› His eyes look over at his shadow and he shrugs his shoulders up once and down in a heave. he's not quite sure he'll tell her that. He just continues to watch it for a few moments, making sure that it's not doing something diabolical. "Doesn't seem to be harming anyone today... So.. I guess that' good." His eyes glance back tot he woman and then he offers another grin. He's surprised the shadow hadn't attacked her for exposing the nerves on his sleeves about Jessica.

‹Tameka Vassey› Shaking her head Meka flopped back on the couch, her legs safely tucked up next to her and conspicuously nowhere near his bug addled body. “You got a lot going on with yourself. How in the world can you walk down the street and people not run screaming in the other direction I have no idea. You’re like a walking sign post that says ‘Supernatural Being Here’, what with all the things crawling out of you and stuff.” Sitting up she listens, her eyes narrowed at the sound of the elevator in use, her eyebrow lifting, then lowering as whoever it was walked in the other direction. See Velveteen never did explicitly say not to bring people on up to your Hut but Meka knew that it probably wouldn’t go well if it were known she was up to summoning people up there for chit chats. Although it aint like she had anywhere else to take them. As the footsteps faded away Meka settled back down again.

‹Axel Rosen› Hearing the footsteps at the same time as she does, he closes his eyes and takes in a breath. He doesn’t recognize the scent, and he reaches deep within his spirit. He pulls out the ability to track auras and he shrugs his shoulder. It wasn’t his sire, nor was it his grand-sire. He has heard the words that she had spoken a few moments ago about him having a big sign on his neck. He is aware of this, and how it would look to others about the things that are both wrong and incredible about him. He takes the good with the bad. “I go out of my way to keep most things covered, hence the jacket in summer.”

‹Tameka Vassey› “Ah ha!” Meka replied understanding finally clicking in and turning the light on in her brain. She could well imagine that the jacket in the hot of summer was less conspicuous than running around with bug crawling out of inconvenient places, like ones nose to ones ear. She wondered then if the bugs knew how to behave when in public or whether he could train them to… pop out only when not moving. Like now, on her couch. She shivered again and stopped where her mind was leading her, reining in that thought and guiding it back to a place where she didn’t feel like her skin itched. “I’ll need to get you out of here… soon. Before someone realises you’re here… but I’ll summon you out when it’s time. You didn’t have a choice in the matter I know, but I liked talking … and I’m glad to meet you face to face. Those get to know you things are all and good but it don’t beat looking into a person’s eyes when you’re speaking to them.”

They were different people, Meka and Axel. They obviously didn’t grow up the same and they would probably have passed each other in the street if they were still who they had been. Meka’s current incarnation would never have seen her cross paths with someone like Axel and she was for damn sure she’d never have found herself in a place where they’d have talked like they had tonight. But circumstances made for strange bedfellows so the middle class straight as an arrow sonogram technician found herself sitting on a couch with a… holding that thought she blurt out loud what she realised she didn’t know. “What do you do? … like for a living before… all this.” She asked, waving a hand at him.

‹Axel Rosen› The question about what he has done before being turned is the a simple answer. the answer is the same as a question of what he does now. Then again, he does do other things now that he’s a vampire for money. Being a vampire has kind of killed his muse for writing. “I am a writer, kind of a cult favourite in Toronto.” He speaks with a sort of proud grin on his face. “Known as the Lord of Horror according to local magazines and papers.” He presses himself back against her couch. “But I work for West Enterprises at the moment, while I get my muse back. I’ve been indulging other habits lately: Feeding, tracking down my sire, etc.”

‹Tameka Vassey› "Writer, that fits for you I think." she answered, taking in his dishevelled appearance and thinking it totally worked for him. The artistic creative type seemed to fit him to a T. “I worked at the hospital, in the Obstetrics ward.” She volunteered thinking an exchange of information was only fair. “My hobby is history though, I got a thing for old stories…” Standing Meka walked around the couch, scooping to pick up her shoes, dangling them from her finger before going to one knee to pull them on. “We better get you out of here… I’ll head down and then summon you out of this place… it’s the only way we can. This place got so many cameras and traps and stuff laying about.. it’s like Fort Knox” she joked. Heading to the door she looks back. “I like you Axel.. even with your bugs and crazy shadow and wicked *** teeth.. I think you’ll do just fine.” She finished before opening the door and looking back at him. “I’ll see you in a few right after I…” she finishes the sentence by wiggling her fingers at him once more.

‹Axel Rosen› She cuts her words off and wiggles her fingers to him and he tilts his head to the side. He wonders if he could ever learn to summon others to his location, let alone teleport like he’s heard some vampires can do. Still he tilts his head to the side, watching her move, confused by how it works. The whole realization of where he’s at it making him a little more uneasy. He doesn’t want to be anywhere that he’s unwelcomed, especially if it’s so well defended that it could harm him for just walking out of the door. He waits for her to summon him outside, hoping that this place is close to the catacombs.
-The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka summoned him inside the Mausoleum, far enough away from the Eyrie and close enough she could get to and not usually any humans running about to watch Axel appear like the next coming in front of her. Power was a tricky thing, hard to hide from the naked eye when it pops up like a jack in the box right in front of you. This part she understood, making sure humans didn’t know. She was glad, when she was a mere normal person that she hadn’t known about the spooks in the town she grew up in. Pulling her power towards her she summons Axel out of her Hut in the Eyrie and into the Mausoleum where she stood and with a smile she watched him appear before her.

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka sat on her couch, her palm held out. On it sat an insect, its legs kicked up into the air as if it had been dead for ages. It had, actually, been dead all of five seconds. She'd watched it struggle on her palm, writhing around like she's sprayed it with a whole can of bug spray. Except she hadn't, not even a little bit. She had actually been swearing a blue streak chasing after a couple of the multi legged creatures around her couch. She’d sword at Axel a few times knowing his little ‘problem’ had to have been the reason for her current dilemma. What she HADN’T expected was upon trapping one of the critters that it would up and die … in her hand.

The first time she stared at it, throwing the dead carcass away from her but the second, the second was an anomaly to be dissected, picked at until she sat where she currently was, dead bug in hand. It had only been a couple nights since she’d summoned Axel into her hut and she hadn’t expected that the second time would come .. quite so soon. With the insect still in her hand she closed her eyes, pulling the power to her and calling his name out loud and unnecessary addition but she did it anyway. Her eyes banged open and she grinned widely at him when he appeared, ignoring yet again that she’d plucked him out of whatever the hell he was doing and bringing him to her. She knew how inconvenient THAT could be remembering the one time Vel summoned her and she had been asleep and wearing only a tank and undies. It didn’t stop the smile that wreathed her face though, or holding out her hand and opening it up so he could see, like a flower unfolding to reveal… a dead insect. “LOOK.. .Axel… would you look at THAT!” she exclaimed as if the dead insect said it all.

‹Axel Rosen› Standing before her, toothbrush in one hand and a shirt in the other. His tattooed body is uncovered from the waist up, showing off the occult seals on his side of the demons: Legion, Belial, and Maan. Blinking a few times, having felt the tug and should have remembered it, he glances down to make sure that he remembered to put the pair of pajamas on. Luckily the flannel pattern styled bottoms were indeed there. His eyes look to her, and he continues to brush his teeth. She unveils the bug, like the many that were inside of him and he looks at it. His hand moves in a circular motion. Sure he was just barely decent, but if she didn't want to see it she shouldn't summon people at this time of night. His eyes look around, seeing the heat of electronics in the room. It's something he's just realized he can do. He can see the lively hood as inferred thumb prints of bugs under her couch. He almost chuckles. He starts to look around, then looks at her. He doesn't want to spit the foam unto her carpet.

‹Tameka Vassey› She had attempted to use the statement as a distraction, trying for a polite beginning to the conversation that took a rather unexpected turn when she laid eyes on him. She smiled slowly, the smile widening despite itself. The statement was also to distract herself from the fact she’d just summoned a half naked man into her hut, sure she’d joked about using her power as a dating device but she hadn’t really expected for it to take shape like this. Honestly, her reasons for bringing him to her were innocent. But she just couldn’t stop her gaze from taking a rather leisurely stroll from his bare shoulders to the V that disappeared into the top of his pyjama bottoms. Of course, that didn’t mean those intentions couldn’t change now that she had him there. “Well.” She said softly, leaning back on the couch, and letting her gaze drift lazily once more. She hadn’t thought she was a tattoo sort, but she had to admit the ones tracing their patterns all over his body sure could change a girl’s mind on the subject. Lifting a hand she pointed towards where her bathroom was. “Bathroom… is through there.” She offered, more than happy to watch him walk past her so she could sneak a peek at the other side.

‹Axel Rosen› Not really noticing that she had been taking peeks over his form he just does his thing. She motions in one direction and he just sort of saunters off, taking his time getting there. The tattoos along his back are each their own thing. On one shoulder there is a depiction of a monster with horns and a man's body with the head of a goat. On the other shoulder there is a beautiful male angel, wings pointed downward toward the depiction of a ground. There are symbols there on his back, sigils that look like they are from King Solomons book of summoning. Once he spits the foam out, and rinses his toothbrush. He leaves it in the sink, because he can get it later, hopefully he'll have time. Walking back into the room, "So.. you kick the little guy with some spray?" He looks at the bug again, fearing for Skuttles life at the moment.

‹Tameka Vassey› The back looked just as good as the front and she was just female enough to tilt her head to the side and watch the play of muscles along his back and *** as he sauntered away. With a grinning shake of her head she sat back on the couch and waited for him to come back. She relaxed back again, her chin resting on the palm of her hand looking in the direction waiting for him to come back into view. It took her a second to process what he said “Oh.” She replied, opening her palm again and dropping the offending (dead) insect onto the floor, she shook her head at him, reining in her wayward thoughts with some effort. “No, not spray.” Standing she moved forward. She could have pretended that she hadn’t REALLY used the excuse of the powers to touch him but she’d be lying. Probably when she first called him to her the altruistic intention had intended a more innocent revelation but well, she was only human and well, who wouldn’t take advantage of the situation… just a little. Reaching out a hand she held up… “I just used this.”

‹Axel Rosen› His eyes look at her hand and he tilts his head to the side. His expression is that of a dog that had just heard a quick fainting high pitched sound that happened and stopped all at once. His blue eyes look at her the hand then back to her and then back to the hand again. "What do you mean that you just used this?" His mind starts then stops again, logic stopping the belief in the supernatural, "Oh so you smashed him?" The bug looked pretty intact though. He's not sure if that culd be the answer but with her moving toward him, the shirt in his other hand comes up. He doesn't put it on, just puts it over his head as if he is about to.

‹Tameka Vassey› Now Meka wasn’t shy by any means and didn’t pretend to be a wall flower but even she was stymied by how to proceed. Now that she’d seen him up close and personal his true affliction revealed itself. Without embarrassment her gaze traced the pattern of tattoos and was halted by movement under his skin and she was overwhelmed by a morbid curiosity about what exactly he had housed under his skin and realised just as quickly as the thought came, that she really, really didn’t want to know. But what she did realise is that her … skill, or whatever the hell it was that was going on with her was his compliment. For a man whose very skin housed god knows what, she apparently was the woman whose touch… stopped it. Somehow. He stopped being an interesting specimen of maleness and became a live experiment. She had to move closer to reach his wrist but she started there, reaching up and halting his movement midway so both their hands hung above their head and with a slowly methodical touch she pressed the soft palm of her hand to his wrist, jumping at the movement under her hand and then calming as it stopped abruptly and then she moved, trailing down to his elbow.. all movement halting as her fingertips trailed along his exposed skin.

“Like… this.” She said, watching fascinated as her touch .. calmed his… beasts.

‹Axel Rosen› Taking a step back after she gets a certain distance along his skin he looks at her and holds up his finger. "Do you have a jar?" He has to ask because he has grown fond of this creature that lives in his sinuses. He doesn't just 'tolerate' it, he likes it. Skuttles, the milliepede in his sinuses, is the only friend he has from time to time when he is in the lonely catacombs. Sure there are other vampires out there, but there is no need for him to bother with them. He can feel the creature moving around. The skin of his arm; howver, is perfectly still. The rest of his body is a buzz, almost as if the maggots know and live with anxious worry.

‹Tameka Vassey› “Um….no.” she said, lifting her hand off him, yanked out of her experiment by his change of subject and giving him an arch look she looked around her living room like a jar would magically appear and jump into her hands. She wasn’t really sure what he thought he was going to do with it, but maybe he wanted to collect the ones that .. fell out dead? Just the thought made her sweep her purse off the floor to dig around in it. Pulling out a change purse she dumped out what coins were in it and handed it over. “I got… this.” She offered, hold it out. “Will it do?”

‹Axel Rosen› Nodding his head he looks at it then takes the offered bag for a moment. "Hope you don't have an incredible fear of bugs." He opens his mouth and clicks his tongue. He has done this at least one other time tonight. It's the technique in which he uses to annoy the millipede inside of his head, he turns his head away from her. He knows that she has a disdain for his infestation. He wants to hide this from her, ease some sort of ailment it could create. The creature comes from his ear, around his head, he places it in the coin purse then closes it. He places the coin purse on the shirt and then on the floor. Taking a step forward, back to where he was before taking a step back. "So.. is this power of your path?" He's not even really sure what her path is, but hell it could be.

‹Tameka Vassey› “I have no idea…” she answered absently, her gaze pulled to the movement across his chest and down his arms. Now that she knew she could calm them she had an almost painful urge to continue on, to see just how much it worked on him. Of course, she was also human enough to acknowledge that it would be absolutely no hardship to run her hands all over him but it came with an added bonus that she was… doing some weird *** juju ****. Finally she lifted her gaze to his, her indomitable spirit making her laugh up at him, rather astonished that he towered over her. “Is your.. bug thing from yours?” she asked, flipping the question around.

‹Axel Rosen› He waits for her to continue killing the beasts under his skin and then looks her from head to toe. His head tilts to the side, hearing her question. If he said that he didn't know would that make him look bad? Not sure he just answers the best way he can, with honesty, "I don't know, really. Maybe?" He shrugs it off, hands moving to his side. It had really been along time since he'd been this bare before a woman.

‹Tameka Vassey› “You know as much as I do… I didn’t even know I could.. until I started killing your friends you left behind… by touch.” Lifting her hands her palms facing her she asked him this time, because there are so many liberties you could take with another person before you just got creepily familiar in someone else’s personal space. She was dying to get her hands on him (the double entendre not lost on her at all) but she wasn’t about to just paw the man without asking first. That seemed a bit rude. With a question tilt of her head she hovered her hands and asked the question, wiggling her fingers playfully. “Can I?”


‹Axel Rosen› Nodding his head up and down to her question he's interested in if this would work to the full extent. The faint itching that was in his arms moments ago that he has made himself use to after a while, now is gone. The very feeling is completely gone and he just waits for the rest of his body to have the same sensation of being numb without the existence of the cruelty of his curse. His shadow, moves to make itself at home somewhere beneath her couch.

‹Tameka Vassey› She was reminded of the time in the catacombs when she had learned she could summon spirits, like a pioneer discovering new territory or the blind whose sight was returned and the whole world opened up before them in a kaleidoscope of glittering shapes. Meka stepped forward then, completely disregarding his personal space. She returned to the arm she had touched before, one hand, running a slow trail from elbow, arm, shoulder and collar bone, her gaze following her hand, fascinated by the movement under her touch, then the quiet as if by her very touch she changed the landscape of his whole body. It was hard not to get caught up in the moment, it felt heady, this weird power she had over the things that moved along his skin, and stilled at the slow sweep of her hand. Almost as if it moved of its own volition her fingers trailed a path up his neck, over the tattoos there before running the pad of her thumb across his lips.

‹Axel Rosen› Every where she touches after the permission to touch him is given, he takes a breath and then looks down at his body. Her thumb comes across his lips and almost out of instinct he kisses it lightly, looking at her. The feeling of the bugs in his neck just withering and their life ceasing to exist. He wonders if these creatures suffer the pain that he had experienced when he had died. That moment when he was in the chair at the parlour his sire owns. Those steel blue eyes look into hers, waiting for the death of the rest, no longer feeling any desire that might have been left to scratch his neck.

‹Tameka Vassey› Watching him kiss her thumb she smiled, pulling her thumb across his lower lip then closed the gap until she was pressed up against him. His bare skin pressed to the thin cotton shirt she wore, dropping the hand so it fell between them she tilted her head to the side. “Hrmmm…” she murmured, a part of her still treating this whole experience as an expedition and each touch a new discovery. “It has to be skin…” she pondered out loud as if she really had closed the distance to test the theory and not just because she wanted to invade his space just a little bit more. “… to skin.” The truth was, it was a little bit of both. She couldn’t quite divorce herself from the fact that if it weren’t for this … touch she had, she wouldn’t have laid a single hand anywhere near his bug infested body. It didn’t matter how nice an *** he had or how pretty his eyes were. But the very fact this.. thing she could do made it all possible, had in fact opened the door for it to be something she needed to do in order to know how it worked, made it all the more… convenient. And she was going to take advantage of it. By god.

‹Axel Rosen› Speaking and he barely hears her, barely understands as he is caught in the moment. As they've been standing there, he's been claiming people out from the door so that they are assuredly alone. 'Skin to skin'? The thought comes to his mind and he understand's where she's going with the thought process. His mind sends a signal to his hand and then he reaches down. The fingers curl around the bottom of her cotton shirt, slowly lifting it up. Inch by inch he lifts it up over her head. "Skin to skin, huh?"

‹Tameka Vassey› “Hrmm.” She hummed her agreement letting him drag the shirt over her chest, holding her arms above her head to make it easier for him to pull it up and off. “Looks like it.”

‹Axel Rosen› Once the shirt is off and over the top of her head he tosses it to the side. The cotton item drapes over top of the coin purse that she had handed him earlier. Fingers reaching out he moves his hand outward and touches her skin with the hand that she had cured, temporarily, of his curse. The other hand remains behind his back until she gets chance to caress it with her curative touch. Wrapping the cured arm around her, he presses his chest against hers and feels the buzz of life blink out like an extinguished flame within his chest.

‹Tameka Vassey› It was interesting really, that she could be fascinated on so many fronts as if her attention was splintered. She could feel the movement along the flat plane of her belly as he pressed himself close and then the stillness as skin contact worked its magic on his own. She ran her hands across every inch of his skin, wrapping themselves around him and tracing a path along her back. She wished she could see the real estate she formed with her fingertips. She felt the effects of her touch and the power she made her feel an almost feline urge to stretch along him and roll her skin against him like he was her personal catnip. Standing on tip toes she smiled at him. “Well, this is an unexpected… bonus.”

‹Axel Rosen› It is better than a bonus and more than just unexpected. A few nights ago or so, the woman had pretty much looked at him like he was just the most shockingly nasty thing on the planet, now they were chest to chest. Lifting her off the ground, he takes either leg by the thigh. Suspending her in the air with the strength that vampiric might has given him, he moves and pins her back to the wall next to the door. His chest pressed to hers, he looks down between them. The curves of her body pressed against his, legs clasped with in his arms. Not looking up, as his eyes are closed as his head moves to it's position, his lips find hers. Parting as they meet, he holds the kiss for a moment, before parting and biting at her bottom lip. The bite at the bottom lip pulls her again, into another kiss.

‹Tameka Vassey› It was like history was repeating itself but if this was the sort of ground hog day she was going to get herself into regularly then Meka wasn’t going to complain. Instead she planned to hold on and enjoy the damn ride cause she’d been on this roller coaster once before and it was well worth a bit of mussed hair, heavy breathing and having your body bounced off the most convenient wall with your legs wrapped around the man’s waist.

They were in his apartment this time and it had nothing at all going on. No furnishings, nothing. Not that it stopped them any cause here she was, backed up, legs up and her ands wrapped around his head, hers slanted to the side as he took full advantage of her trapped position. She wasn’t sure where he thought they were going to get it on but she figured that they could probably make do with the wall… or the floor or, wherever.

‹Axel Rosen› What brought him here? He’s not even sure. The things leading up to this event doesn’t even matter at the moment, he’s too focused on the moment, the happening. He can feel, one by one, the death of each and every maggot within his skin. It hasn’t been long since the last time, so the infestation is not as demanding of his body as it was before. Reaching back behind his neck, either hand takes hold of her wrists. Removing her hands from his neck, he pins them down against the wall at her sides. Biting her bottom lip,, the memory of the last time he had done this flood his mind and he doesn’t repeat the same actions. No, instead of pulling her lip into another kiss, he dips his head, grazing his lips over her neck. Piles of discarded articles of clothing here and there. Looking back over his shoulder at the shed items, he makes a mental note that this is time to start buying furniture. The hard surface of the wall may not be the most comfortable, but it is going to have to do. Removing the weight of his body from hers, he takes a step back and reaches down for but a moment. Tricky thing elastic can be, though once overcome falls easily. A swift foot kicks it to the side, down a hallway and into another empty room.

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka loved this stuff. There was nothing in this world as much fun as rolling around sweaty and naked with someone of the other persuasion. Or like now being held up with one hand against a wall with nothing but your tank top on and even that had managed to find its tangled way around her chest. The best sex happened like this, all hands and mouths and no senseless talking but rather acrobatic doing. Letting herself settle against him she used her rather impressive vampire strength to keep herself held high against the wall, a great deal of limber movement letting her dip her head to run her lips across his jaw, ear and then down his neck to bite his shoulder. If this was going to run anything like the last time, she figured some part of her was going to get trussed up, he had a thing for tying a girl up. And Meka had absolutely no problem with that either.

‹Axel Rosen› The shirt, tank top, that is at her chest, just above her midriff can stay where it is for all he cares. There is no need for him to remove it or return it to it’s proper place. Returning his other hand to her leg, he keeps her suspend as best he can before pressing his full body weight against her again. Chest to chest, hip to to hip, and all things are aligned. A short breath, shallow and unneeded. He resists the urge look down. The feeling of warmth washing over, chill down the spine. Split second his muscles tense, pinning her forward, jaring with his momentum. The sound of flesh against wall echoes against the very corners of the room. Another breath leaves his lips, it’s more habit in the heat of things. Axel’s head dips down, into the crook of her shoulder where it meets with her neck.

‹Tameka Vassey› She didn’t even know that much about Axel. What they had wasn’t the kind of thing that left room for much talking, or any talking. She knew about as much of him as she knew when she’d summoned him into her Hut to talk the first time and not much had been relayed before. That should have worried her a little considering they’d just managed to get conjugal twice since then but it didn’t. Sometimes you just chose to have fun for the funs sake and you didn’t quibble the small details. She didn’t even know if the dude had a girlfriend, although, if this place was anything to go by, she’d say no. And she’s not sure it would matter much to her if he did. That was his thing, not hers. Hers was the way he felt and the fact he had her nicely pinned to the wall and whatever the hell he was doing with that rotating hip thing was driving her nuts. In a good way. In throw your head back and close your eyes sort of way. It gave him access to her neck and it gave her a good reason to gasp out loud. Using her locked ankles to keep her in place and keep them… moving. No, why over think it when you could just, hang the hell on and feel it instead.

‹Axel Rosen› Now in a sort of rhythm, the one thing Axel lacks in all manner of speaking except poet meter, the male moves his hands back to her wrists. A snug comfortable feeling over coming him every few seconds, causing him him to let out a sharp exhale. Skin to sin making a louder 'pop' sound than her back to the wall. At the small of his back, her heels, pressing tightly unto the bone just under the skin. Thoughts have pretty much left him. That warm feeling tiding over him over and over has made his mind numb to trying to rationalize this. He and her, haven't really established a 'title' or 'label', they've more just let it be it's own thing.

‹Tameka Vassey› She wondered how he would go about restraining her and smiled when he used the only thing available to either of them, his hands. And she let him cause, well, that just added to all of it didn’t it. You made a choice to be here but you then also made the choice to hand over control and she did it gladly, letting him take her up and then throw her off the edge. With her wrists restrained it then became a balancing act where the only thing holding her upright or in place were her legs and him. The rest of her was at the mercy of gravity, muscles sinew and his will. It was a heady thing to realise and with a smile she leaned in, taking his lower lip in the soft bite of her teeth and mirroring that first kiss they shared in her Hut and let him take over.

‹Axel Rosen› Her teeth against his lips causes his eyes to shut slowly down until they are at a half-lidded state. Pulling away from her slowly, he allows that enveloping feeling to fade away, over a few seconds. That feeling quickly comes back however, when he wills all his muscles to transport his body forward. Bringing her hands above her head, he pins them there with one hand, making sure that she doesn't try to break free of his grasp before his other hand moves down her head. Caressing her cheek for a moment, that heated feeling around him leaving him again, that free hand roughly grips her neck. With whatever power he has, he hopes that he is pushing her toward a common goal they each share. Pressure, undeniable what it is, is in his gut, rising, causing his body to tighten. Axel's legs, chest, and feet coil and bend.

‹Tameka Vassey› If she needed to breathe she’d be in real trouble and she had enough humanity left in her, the trace of her mind that hadn’t yet accepted she wasn’t, that made her panic as he put pressure on her neck and held her in place. It was an instinctual thing, her throat closing up and swallowing hard past the pressure he put there and she wondered if her eyes held the momentary panic she felt. It was one of those weirdly arousing mixes, pain and pleasure as if the knife edge was made sweet by one and the other shaper in direct response. She could see why people enjoyed this, and figured she probably needed the vampiric inability to breath before she’d have let any man do it to her but the fact she didn’t need to breath, and felt all the pain and pleasure without the threat of passing out meant she could indulge something she’d have never done before. And all of it made her gasp out loud and her redundant breathing shorten in air restricted pants as he pushed them both over the invisible edge. Maybe it was what they both needed all along, that last nudge to the mutual finishing line. Either way she welcomed it and happily threw herself over, dragging him with her.

‹Axel Rosen› Body heavy, all the pressure and tension that was in his body is now null, eased and relieved. He stops himself from the heavy panting that he has been doing. It's habit, the breathing. He's killed it in most instances, but this kind of encounter just keeps it coming back up. He slumps down, pulling her with him, using his own body as a cushion between him and the hardwood. His eyes look over to the place where there are two sets of cameras. He wishes he had the skill to remove them, but it doesn't matter at the moment. Shivers run down his legs, whole body feeling the remnants of what had taken over. He's not one to cuddle, and that's not what this is. It's just him trying to recuperate from the energy expelled.

‹Tameka Vassey› Her eyes might have rolled back in her head or she might have screamed, a quiet one, or, she might have done both and willingly let him drag them both to the floor to lay in a rather satiated heap all tangled limbs and she was okay with that as well. This was a messy convoluted process but god it felt good. With a rather satisfied smile Meka closed her eyes and laid t here rather happily in his arms. Sure it was cuddling but they’d just done a damn sight more than just cuddling that the rest after the storm seemed the least of their worries. In fact, she didn’t give it any thought, instead she pillowed her rather lazy head on the curve of his shoulder and slumped half on and half off his body. There wasn’t really anything she wanted to say either (rare for her) so she didn’t do that either. There would be talking, you couldn’t really go horizontal (or in their case vertical) twice and not have to dialogue some understanding but that could come later. At least a good ten minutes later, when she got her breath back and her legs started working again and she stopped feeling like she was the consistency of a limp noodle. Instead she kissed his shoulder and sighed. “That… was fun.”

‹Axel Rosen› Even in the days just before fall, the heat from their bodies and breath or his breath rather, fogs the windows. The condensation drags down the panes, creating streaks and the feeling of leather under his left hand is slick with moisture. Where said moisture came from is beyond him nor does he care to try and figure it out. His dominant hand is holding neck as roughly as he had moments before. Though the room isn’t enough to maneuver properly, the tattooed vampire makes due with what he has. His hip makes a swing in a small circle, forcing her upward by applying more pressure to her throat. But in the pit of his gut, the feeling of his very being, that pressure rises. His legs become like two rocks, extended to keep himself propped off the seat slightly. His mind is just as fogged as the windows around them, trying to remember where they are, and he can’t. The small car is the extent of his universe at the moment. That pressure builds a bit more, and instead of releasing it, he focuses. Stopping himself from breaking that barrier on the fringe of physical discipline, Axel clenches all the muscles in his lower body harder and recites memorized pieces of Call of Cthulhu. All the pleasure and feeling is there. The sensations that cause his spine to go numb then be reignited by fire, yet he forces himself to be less receptive to it than he was a moment ago. Every so often though, the feeling of being washed in flame breaks that concentration, and he takes a step toward relief.

‹Tameka Vassey› “Oh god God!” She mumbled his hand against her throat, the pressure easing as she slump in a boneless heap in his arms and letting her forehead drop to his shoulder. They were still mostly clothed, which made it even more sneaky (and no breaking of any indecency laws). They’d parked the Audi on the outskirts of the Wilderness, sheltered under the overhand of the oak, its leaves turning the rusty orange of the beckoning Fall. Okay, so third time lucky and in the Audi, which would have been awesome except the R8 didn’t have a backseat which meant they had to make do with the front seat and Meka was limber but it took a whole other sort of limber to make that one work. And hip action, it took that too. And getting your knees banged up by the middle console and the gear shift. But they did, cause where there was a will there was a way and it seemed like her and Axel had a whole lot of will in them.

Damn right Velveteen gave her one hot damn vehicle but it wasn’t made for this sort of physical activity (which seemed a bit short sighted to Meka this care sure was hot enough to want to go horizontal in – or in their case, sitting vertical). Meka smirked into his shoulder absently smoothing her hand across his skin. She found herself doing that a lot. Not out of tenderness (although her movements were soft and tender) but more because it’s what she did when she was near him, her thing. She ran her hands over his body, in an act of discovery and an act of … well, extermination. The more they were together, the less active the little blighters were but there was no escape, they always came back. And so she stroked, over arm and chest and back, even her legs, move against his so it seemed like she was a sinuous movement.

‹Axel Rosen› His head and the small patch of long hair atop it falls against teh headrest of her seat in her car. He takes a few short and unnecessary breathes as he looks around the small metal cage that they are in. The leather interior has that thin layer of condensation over it still, though won’t complain about it. As she slumps down into him, her head into his shoulder, his hand moves down her frame. Both arms wrapping around her waist, the off hand following the dominant one after a few seconds. The breaths finally stop, after having faded away for several moments. Now what? Usually this is where their interaction really ends. They’ve only really had one long conversation, but since then this has been happening. What now?

‹Tameka Vassey› Meka was a snuggler, she couldn’t help it. When she felt all loose and blissful sated she was more than happy to stay put and curl up in a happy little ball for a little while. Except, staying put wasn’t really the most comfortable arrangement in the world. Snuggling required some semblance of space and there just wasn’t any in the car they had chosen to undertake their latest feat of acrobatics. It was a sports car and they had managed to do what they’d done in the passenger seat that, although pushed all the way back, had never been designed for two, or for what they’d done. Pulling herself up she took his mouth in a long languorous kiss then extracted herself slowly from his lap, working her way up until her belly was level with his mouth and then sliding herself sideways onto the drivers side. Damn convenient of her to be wearing a skirt cause it meant she wasn’t showing her goods off to the world (if the world would be inclined to knock on their window and take a voyeuristic peek. She left her bare legs in his lap, her back against the driver’s side door. “Well, we sure are getting good at this aren’t we?” She said finally, her smile just a little bit self satisfied.

‹Axel Rosen› As her stomach is level with his face he leans forward and then licks it a little bit. His eyes close and then he leans his head back again. The leather of the seat feeling like nothing to the electric beneath his skin. Now with her against the door of the driver side, legs over his lap, pulling his pants up slowly before looking back to her again. Her statement makes him smirk and shake his head just a few times. “Suppose you could say that.” It is the truth, that they are getting better and better at this, that they are meeting at an exponential rate it seems.

‹Tameka Vassey› She was a modern woman, or liked to think of herself as one. She had come to like this tattooed man with his talented hands and she meant what she’d said on the forum, she had got used to having him around. Not like she could actually say on there that she really liked the fact he screwed her blind on a regular basis but that was neither here nor there. It looked like he was here to stay and she was glad. Whatever it was they had going for them, it seemed a damn shame to mess up such a good thing. She absently rubbed her bare foot along the length of his jean clad thigh, watching the lazy movement. “We haven’t talked much… about what we’re doing.” She opened, pretty sure starting up the ‘what do we mean to each other’ conversation will probably have his male *** freeze up like a deer in headlights. But she was female enough to want to talk about the ‘what next’. “You okay with keeping this.. nice and easy?” she offered tentatively, wondering if he was like Jordan, secretly searching for more than she was willing to give. She just wasn’t sure she had ‘more’ in her. Raising her gaze to his, his face in shadow in the night darkened car.

‹Axel Rosen› The statement 'what we're doing', makes his face turn to look at her from the fogged window in a flash of movement. As far as he has been concerned is that they are doing the down stairs tango for fun and purely that. For him this is just a way to bury aggression past killing ancient zombies tediously in the catacombs, and being that no one has stuck their head out and got a bounty lately, what is he to do about pent up anger? Release it and redirect it in a 'healthy' way. It's not the best, but hey, it works. Then she says the next phrase and he smiles, "D'aw, sure you don't wanna bag and keep me?" His tone is obviously playfully sarcastic, and he leans his head back, looking out the window again as it clears up.

‹Tameka Vassey› Grinning widely Meka let herself relax, her meandering foot playing inroads to his lap and down the other thigh. She couldn’t help the spurt of relief at his words and the tone of his answer. She wanted to ‘feel’ and she wanted to keep ‘feeling’ what she could, piling sensation upon sensation until she burst from it. As long as they kept it light. As long as what he didn’t get too attached to what they had, she could continue on like this … for as long as either of them wanted. It wasn’t time for commitment or forever, not when she had a whole lot of forever to consider. Even when she was a human she hadn’t been ready to settle down and becoming a vampire had just made the need to do so even further from her mind. What use to them was monogamy when they had multiple lifetimes that stretched out in front of them. She didn’t know if he could see it but she nod, her smile still in place. Her teasing tone matched his, ribbing him back gently. “Ohh I don’t know…. Maybe I’ll bag you later… if you ask nicely.” She teased, hinting at something a whole lot more indiscrete and would entail a whole lot more nudity.

‹Axel Rosen› Unfortunately the man doesn't understand the statement and it goes right over his head. But the matter of the other things that she's said is all the same to him. Grinnig a little bit he looks her over again and then places his hands down unto his sides. He's glad that they have come to this conversation and have pre made an agreement before having actually talked. "Don't worry. I'm not ready to settle down and commit to anyone for a while."

‹Tameka Vassey› “Good, me either.” She replied, “And I’m glad you’re not going anywhere either. I think, you and I will make a pretty good fighting team when the time comes.” Shifting her legs off his lap she nods at the steering wheel, pulling the keys out of the ignition and dangling them at him. “You want to take this puppy for a burn, see what it can do on the open road?” She offered, changing the subject and closing it, glad it was resolved. They’d be whatever it was they were for however long it lasted and when the time came for them to do their own thing, they’d do it without any guilt. Which was awesome cause now Meka didn’t feel so damn bad about what her and Jordan got up to two nights ago. Seems, there are more than one way to welcome a new sibling to the Velveteen family and she’d been taken on one hell of a ride there too. Throwing the keys to the male in the passenger seat she popped the door open and got out, going around the other side. This time, she’d ride shotgun and he could take the wheel and then they’ll see what this little hot number can really do.

Meka should have felt bad about what she was doing. But she didn’t.

She was raised with a good dose of Southern Baptist guilt but that didn’t mean a hill of beans once she became a vampire. The teachings of a lifetime were being worn irrevocably away and she knew it. She felt the pieces of her old self falling away with each pull of the trigger, and slash of her sword. In the world she lived in now there were new rules and new morals. What did all those teachings mean? What was it all for anyway when you discovered there were things out there that actually did go bump in the damn night. It’s like she’d been living in a dream world and someone had burst her bubble. Nothing was what she had first believed. Her whole world view had been turned on its head and swivelled around and **** on. She couldn’t talk to her Momma cause, apparently that was a big no no and if ever there was a time a girl needed her Momma it was when she discovered she was a vampire.

And what would she say to Alice Vassey anyway? Nothing could prepare a person for what Meka now lived. There was no manual on how to act or react or what a person did with themselves after being turned into one of the walking undead and spent every night thereafter killing shambling zombies in the underworld caverns hidden beneath the city. It was an alternate universe and somehow her whole life had been turned into a lie.

Swinging into the underground garage where she parked her Audi she swung the door open. It still smelled like sex and leather. Sex on leather and she didn’t regret a damn moment of it. It was the one thing she could control. It might well be the only thing. Her body, and her reaction to what happened to that body was hers to dictate, with Axel, with Jordan with any damn body she pleased. She chose and she did and it was all hers. And in a world that had been turned upside down and inside out it was the only thing that made her feel good. Someone held her and touched her and made her feel special and in that moment it was almost like it had been. Being undead hadn’t changed this and she clung to this one thing like it was a the flotsam she was clinging to while the Titanic sunk below the watery depths of the frigid *** ocean.

But it was a temporary solace and a small plaster on a wound that was getting deeper and wider. Her need to feel was a coping mechanism and she knew it. Every time she let herself get swallowed up by nothing more than the sensation of it she was chipping away at her former self. The old Meka was floating away, getting lost in this vast ocean and the new Meka was that stupid girl on that piece of flotsam, in the middle of the ice capped frozen sea that didn’t have the sense to move the hell over and let Jack on with her. That was her, the marooned person, clinging desperately to the one piece of her she had left and it was the wrong piece. It was the directionless piece that sought shallow comfort.

Slamming the door closed on the R8 she beeped it locked and walked back to the Eyrie. She wasn’t stupid and she knew what she was doing but she couldn’t escape the very real need to BE someone again and FEEL something normal in a world that had stopped being normal. They all acted like it was all okay. And it wasn’t. Velveteen treated her like she should have sucked her **** up already and dealt with her issues but Meka hadn’t don’t that either. She wanted her Momma and Daddeh and she needed he Mamaw and she even wanted to talk to Malcolm (even if was only to slap him stupid for asking that ***** to marry him) and she wanted to stop feeling guilty about pulling Day into this terrible world. Not her big brother, not in this.

And the guilt and the shame was driving her out of her head and… and well, this is where she ended up. Playing the whore because it felt good and rationalising to herself that it’s what she needed to feel human again. To feel human at all when she wasn’t human anymore. It was a short walk, a quick elevator ride and another slamming door as she shut herself into her hut, stripped herself down to skin and hauled herself into the shower.

The water was hot, to the point of burning and she ducked her head under it. She didn’t cry cause she had no tears. It wasn’t about tears, and it wasn’t about Axel or Jordan or however many other nameless men she had used. It was about belonging and of family and of unity and caring. It was about the simple touch and easy compassion. For a woman who had come from a family of easy acceptance, solidarity and unconditional love this world isolated her and froze her out. She had to learn to divorce herself from needing those things and she used sex to drive the wedge home.

It wasn’t about shame. It was about loneliness and sorrow. Meka was trying to learn to let go, in the only way she knew how.

By feeling so much, there was no room for grief.

It was only a damn hot tub. Good god Meka wondered really what the big deal was.

Course, it wasn’t HER hot tub but it’s not like they were going to use it every second of the day, plus it was chlorinated. What in the world was so wrong with taking a dip now and then and once Meka had found it she rather liked the idea of sneaking up there when she was done for the day and just lazing about in the soothing bubbles of the heated pool.

Which she could have argued was why she was heading that way now. But it wasn’t really. Of course, that’s exactly what she would have said if anyone (namely Vel or Micah) had caught her sneaking up into their fourth floor and passing the bathroom and tiptoeing into the open air location of the prize.

Meka sighed at the sight of the thing. It was so freaking nice, even if it was an overly warm summer’s night the shade and shelter of the overhanging branches brought a rather isolated and serene quality to the deck. The leaves acted as a natural shelter and the lights of the city, a beautiful tableau from this height, played peekaboo through the wind ruffled foliage. It was perfect, a little leafy oasis of a place. It felt like some tree house retreat you’d find in the wild jungles of Borneo. A fantastic brain childe of a luxury stay mogul whose idea of intrepid adventure for the rich and errantly stupid was building five star accommodations in the wilds of the rain forest. That’s what this was, an oasis.

This time she stripped all the way down, nothing but skin. Meka wasn’t shy, not even about being naked. Hell if ever you’re gonna be turned into a vampire your late 20s, early 30s was the perfect time. Before kids had a chance to create bizarre roadmaps on your skin and create the horrendous southward momentum to your rack. She wasn’t bad to look at and she had no real need to hide it (mostly cause there was no one about anyway and god willing the only one who was going to see her naked this time was someone who had seen it all before anyway). Cause, this time, she was planning to do a sight more than swimming, lounging, lazing, whatever.

She hadn’t told Axel where they would meet up and figured she’d summon his ***, dunk him in hot water first and then pounce on him. He’d get the right idea soon enough and then he’d get naked and then she’d run her hands all over his skin. They hadn’t done water yet and with a rather maniacal grin she dashed up the short stair into the burbling tub of water and nimbly leapt in.

See, what you don’t expect to happen when you do something like this is for your *** to get blown up. Meka, was too consumed by the rather salacious idea of getting down and dirty in the tub she completely failed to register the rather ominous items sunk to the bottom. Well, not until her feet hit bottom and she activated what she could only later describe as her own personal Hiroshima. Her legs blew out from under her, but as happens in injuries that horrendous it didn’t actually register until she started sinking below the surface when it struck her that she’d been made exponentially shorter than she had previously been. But the minor observation was swept away as she was gassed, darted and shocked, the whole tub turning into one big electric cage and her body into some of a dancing marionette. Did you know electrified water conducted so much water it was like being submerged into your own personal boiling pot.

In one moment she had been blown to Timbuktu, gassed senseless and then boiled live like a poor hapless lobster slammed into the deep pot of hot water, parboiled in under one second. Meka gurgled, after all the traps blew and all that was left of consciousness is a gurgle as she lay face down in the water of the hot tub. It seemed a cruel and ironic joke really, that the one thing that had brought her a rather childlike joy in this stupid city had been trapped to blow her *** to hell. Not that Meka was in any position to wax lyrical on that irony. Instead, she lost consciousness, letting it fall away as pain reared its ugly head, past the initial rush of numbing endorphins.

She’d think about irony and stupidity later. When she woke up. Without legs, and …. When she was done being parboiled. Later. When she was conscious, which wasn’t, quite, yet.