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A crossing of paths... (Nicolette/John and Jane Doe)

Posted: 24 Feb 2016, 00:12
by Trahir Trahison
Nicolette was freezing. The wind battered her as she made her way to the docks. Driving conditions were far from optimal and she didn’t want to risk a cab taking her because of any less than desirable activities her master may ask her to undertake. The less witnesses the better. Being attractive (she knew she was, she was a model after all) and covered in tattoos she tended to stick in people’s memories longer than her master would have liked. More than once he had reminded her of this with the callously given warning that if she became known to be linked to him her usefulness was at an end regardless of what Dominique might like. She believed him. He’d been working on his hobby as he’d told her.

Even now, months after meeting him and being forcibly immersed in his macabre world, a world where flesh was but a canvas in ways tattooing and even scarification artists would balk at, she still felt queasy when she was nearby while he turned formerly living people, human beings, into books, clothing, canvases to paint on and other such inanimate objects. It was perverse and made all the more horrifying by the fact that he didn’t even seem to enjoy it like a maniac is supposed to. He would sit back and critique his work and then ask her opinion as if asking her how a meal tasted that was cooked by someone else. He had a certain detachment about the entire thing that was even more disturbing than the grotesquery he engaged in.

Her fingers were starting to feel numb even though they were gloved and stuffed deep in the pockets of her thickly-lined faux-fur coat. It was never this cold in Paris. She was truly starting to hate Harper Rock, Ontario, Canada, all of it. She would happily turn her back on this place, blind them with *** and never even think of returning given half the chance.

A car drove up slowly alongside her while she was lost in her own thoughts. So consumed was she by visions of freedom, a fantasy that could never be, that she didn’t notice the vehicle until it was right next to her and a voice emitted from a barely rolled down window. A male voice. “Hey there girl, what the hell are you doing out in this weather? You’ll freeze to death! Hop in, I’ll give you a ride!”

She looked over to the dark sedan, a mid 2000’s model she guessed, a Monte Carlo maybe? She knew she shouldn’t get in. There were a million good reasons not to get into a car with a strange man in the middle of the night during a blizzard with no witnesses in Harper Rock, a city known to be full of disappearances, serial killers and, if you were in the know as she was, vampires. Then again there were a million great reasons not to freeze to death on the streets of Harper Rock too.

Her caution was about to win out even against the cold as she hesitated a moment, weighing the chances of ending up a frozen carcass buried under a mountain of snow and likely not to be found until spring versus the chances of sliding into the car with a psychopath and possible ending up the same way, but being warm at least for the last few minutes of her life. She was just about to turn down the offer when a female voice flowed from the window “Come on hun, we’ll give you a lift.”

Nicolette knew women were less likely to be serial killers, but she wasn’t sure if they were more or less likely to be vampires. Still, the fact that there was a woman in the car too made her decision a little bit easier. Besides, Trahir said there was a note for her in his jacket pocket. At his boat. At the docks. She could have the two drop her a block or two away and walk there from where they let her out.

She reached out and opened the driver’s side rear door and slipped inside. Risk assessment, she figured. What could happen to her that was worse than what her master was already doing.

“Where you headed sugar?” The woman in the passenger seat turned to look at Nicolette and smiled.

Nicolette gave a smile back. She’d always found smiles contagious. No matter how bad something seemed, a reassuring smile always brought one to her own face as well. Thinking of the area around the docks she answered “The Dragon Gate Inn!” It was close enough to walk to the docks from and she didn’t need to give these two her real name.

She glances into the rearview mirror at the driver’s reflection, saw his brown eyes alternating between her and the road. His features she would describe only as average. Nondescript. His lineage traced back to Wales, Scotland, Ireland, maybe even France. It was hard to place. The woman next to him though was striking.

“What’s your name hun?”

“Um… I’m Audrey,” Nicolette lied. The less these people knew the better. If only for their own safety. If Trahir asked her if anyone saw her she would, by dint of supernatural compulsion, be obliged to tell him. Just by getting into the vehicle she had put not just herself, put them at risk too. She felt a pang of guilt over potentially harming these two strangers who had done nothing but help her.

“Audrey huh?” The woman’s smile widened slightly. “My name is Jane and the big quiet guy there, that’s my brother John. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She extended her hand toward Nicolette and the tattooed beauty reached out and shook it. “Look, we just opened up a new business, a modelling agency of sorts. You wouldn’t happen to be looking for work would you Audrey?”

Re: A crossing of paths... (Nicolette/John and Jane Doe)

Posted: 24 Feb 2016, 00:13
by John Doe
John cut his eyes once more to the road, peeling his gaze from the vixen in the backseat he had been watching in the rear view mirror. The woman was a babe, he thought. Even hidden under a bigass fur coat he could make out some bodacious curves to her body. He wanted this one badly. He wanted to see her on film being ravaged, he wanted to watch Jane feed from her, to watch the awareness of her surroundings slip from her chocolate eyes. He wanted to hear if that cute little accent of hers came out in her moans. He would enthrall her. They would use her for the video, immortalize her features before they could grow old, withered, wrinkled by the passage of time.

Then John would put a bullet in her head. Or maybe not. Maybe he would keep her around. She was a damned sight better looking than Short Round. Not that Shortie didn’t have his virtues. Hell, the kid wasn’t aware of vampires yet. He could totally let him free without him being any the wiser. Stage and argument, release him and let the guy simply believe he’d become disenchanted with John and his succubus of a sister. The kid could go on his own way with fond memories of being a porn star.

Hell, it’d likely be a smart thing to do since that way there would be living proof that the “snuff films” being produced were “fake”. PLus the trade-up for this… Audrey. Definitely worth it. There was something nagging in his mind though. Some niggling sensation that something was wrong. He glanced back up into the mirror as Jane and she spoke and summoning powers granted by siphoned and stolen vampire blood he appraised her once more.

His eyes narrowed. She was a thrall. ****. He wouldn’t be able to entrance her and she would now recognize their faces.

What had seemed like a golden opportunity had gone south in a hurry. Averting his eyes back to the road the blood thief reached across his waist into his jacket pocket with his left hand, fingers gripping a pistol hidden within… his right hand reached over, touching Jane's leg as he braced the wheel with his knee to keep the vehicle straight on the icy road.

Her hand coming down over his stayed his hand. Jane still wanted this one. He quietly withdrew the left, only seconds away from having committed another murder and calmly placed it on the wheel as they drove onward, the woman, Nicolette, not Audrey, explaining that she was new to the city, had no family but was working at a tattoo parlor as a model and artist. Something about that struck John’s memory but he didn’t slide 2 and 2 together.

The snow pelted down, the windshield wipers frantically danced back and forth clearing the obfuscating white mess that threatened to obscure his already limited vision.

Finally, coming to rest at a stop light he was able to listen to what was being said.

Re: A crossing of paths... (Nicolette/John and Jane Doe)

Posted: 24 Feb 2016, 00:26
by Trahir Trahison
Nicolette shook her head at the question about her work status. "No I work at a tattoo parlor. I do some modelling for them, but mostly I'm behind the gun. The rest of my time goes to um... hobbies." She wasn't about to give away the farm and tell what her master considered hobbies to two total strangers even if she could. Trahir was far from forgiving.

Even the little bit of information she gave the pair she somehow felt was too much. The employment opportunity coming up immediately, the mention of relatives, she had seen enough horror movies to pick out a trope or two without any help from her horrific one who dominated her life. "I'm really not looking for anything else that would eat into my time any further to be honest." Once again she looked into the rearview mirror, this time she glanced at John, who looked more suspicious that he had before and then she leaned over and saw...

... nothing. Oh ****. Nicolette's face paled as she realized that she was in the car with another vampire. She had rolled the dice and come up short. The man might of might not be dangerous, but the woman, his sister, she was like her master, one of the monsters of Harper Rock. Fear gripped Nicolette then and her mind went numb with it. Unsure of what to do, her natural instincts took over and she simply smiled as she was taught to when five people were screaming directions at once on a modelling set.

"What type of modelling does your agency do?"

Re: A crossing of paths... (Nicolette/John and Jane Doe)

Posted: 24 Feb 2016, 00:55
by John Doe
John Doe Another PC Difficult Persuasive Nicolette Convince her to take the job? Succeeded
"It's just some full frontal, some fake vampire feeding, sexy and provocative, but artistic and subtle," Jane assured the smiling woman. John watched from the driver's seat in the mirror. If not for the smile, he would have thought the chick might be freaking out. Maybe she got nervous during job interviews. John had never had one himself. He'd only made money one way before starting up Money Shot Studios, and that was selling found or... procured, property to the shadier stores around the city. That reminded him, he needed to make a stop in to see Everglades Santa. The old guy with his little magic shop who had appraised the stuff he'd pulled from the docks back in late December. John liked the fat man and enjoyed doing business with him above all others.

He shook himself free of his revelry and added to the end of Jane's soliloquy about the studio. "Yeah, we have a small, tailored audience but they pay really well.. Refined tastes and all that, you know. We have some people on staff who are really cool about the whole thing but we are always looking for new talent."

The woman looks slightly encouraged by his words so John decides to sweeten things. "I mean, if you have any modelling experience we can match your last contract."

Re: A crossing of paths... (Nicolette/John and Jane Doe)

Posted: 24 Feb 2016, 01:12
by Trahir Trahison
Match her last contract? Her last contract for modelling had been for a whopping 250k a year! She imagined going back to her master Trahir and telling him the news. He would see value in her alright! She could make them both rich! The thought brought made the smile already on her lips radiant. Finally, Trahir would see her as an asset worth more than just to be used as a slave. Maybe she could even talk to Dominique and set something up between her and John to get her a discount on models for her shop! The possibilities unraveled before her and she could, for the first time see a light at the end of the hellish tunnel that was her life. Maybe if she talked to Dominique first then she could take the matter up with Nicolette's master and make him see how sweet this deal was!

"I'm in! As long as my boss says it's okay! You guys will love her! She's just like me, Tattoos, pretty, she has these amazing eyes! She's made to be in front of a camera!"

Nicolette had bought in hook, line, sinker. She was blissfully unaware of the danger that lurked ahead.

Re: A crossing of paths... (Nicolette/John and Jane Doe)

Posted: 24 Feb 2016, 01:31
by John Doe
Tatoos. Pretty. Amazing Eyes. Owns a tattoo shop. *Ding!* A lightbulb went off in Janes head as John drove onward, just about to turn off to veer away from the intended destination while the girl was distracted and gushing out a bunch of mindless drivel. Suddenly there was a firm squeeze given to his hand. He didn't immediately react overtly, simply continued to drive the intended route rather than taking the diverting road that would have led them somewhere more... private.

Jane looked at the tattooed woman in the backseat with skeptical eyes. "What's your bosses name again?"

John was now paying attention to his surroundings inside the vehicle. Something was up. Plans were changing. Something wasn't right and he wasn't happy. He'd learned over the years though to trust Jane with everything he had, his stuff, his life, his very soul if need be. Once again as the woman in the back answers he feels justification for his unwavering belief in his sister's decision making abilities.

"Her name is Jane too, but she goes by Dominique."

The car slows to a grinding halt pulling over to the side of the road. Figured. He'd found a perfect piece of *** for the new flick and... she was of course tied to one of the Night Lord MC suckheads.

"Yeah, cool story. Here we are. Dragons Gate Inn's right over there. Get out."

Jane smacked him on the arm with her mouth agape at his rudeness. Nicolette bore a similar expression on her face and John could only shrug, feeling like a new toy purchased and brought home was broken and there was no way to exchange it.

"Sorry, I meant we're here. We'll give you a call at your job when something comes up alright?"

So disappointing. So very ******* disappointing.

Re: A crossing of paths... (Nicolette/John and Jane Doe)

Posted: 24 Feb 2016, 01:38
by Trahir Trahison
Nicolette watched the Monte Carlo pull away in total shock. One minute she was about to be signed for a major contract and the next the car with the potential clients in it is driving off leaving her ~ literally ~ standing out in the cold. She was confused, hurt, and a little bit, no, scratch that, more than a little bit pissed off. She was furious!
What the heck people???

She pulled her jacket tight around her and, pulling her hat down further to cover her ears strode off southwest away from the Dragon Gate Inn and toward the Rock Bay Docks where her master awaited her arrival.

At least the ride had saved her time. She would have to ask Dominique though why the mere mention of her name made the strange couple, brother and sister they had said, she had doubts given the nature of their touches and one woman being a vampire, drive away and leave her without a word. Why did she get blown off.

Pride hurt and unaware that that was a blessing, she walked toward Trahir's boat, a frown on her face as she pondered everything that had happened.

At this point Nicolette resumes her place in http://www.mooncalfstudios.com/pathofth ... 14&t=26898