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Post by beryx on Dec 14, 2009 18:31:58 GMT -5
Beryx leaned on the trunk, almost in a lazy fashion much like Dante would do at a time like this, as he watched her transform into what his creator really was. It brought him back to the night she had bitten him, though the main difference was this time she seemed to enjoy it far more. When she started describing the future meal, Ber rolled his eyes and muttered, "Well that's nothing new.." He subconsciously touched his mark as he said that as she continued on rambling about diseased animals and how he should pay attention to her technique.
When she jumped down and adjusted her tank to a more seductive position, his brow rose curiously. She was playing the same moves his cousin often used with the exception she was a woman. No wonder she was his new toy. By the movement of the guy alone he too could recognize a drunken stuper as the trap unfolded. Well at least he might get drunk enough to forget this night if he was lucky.
It didn't take long before she made the bite and pinned the target to the ground. Well at least she didn't play with her food as much as his cousins. She only waited long enough to find his weaknesses. It was the smell of alcohol rich blood that called him to the corpse before she did. In his hunger it seemed to beckon him closer to feast. So focused on it, the 5th year made a new bite, taking every ounce that was left, not even allowing a drop to pass his mouth, It was so rich and intoxicating (literally), he bit again in hopes to find more. He had no idea it would taste this good...
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Post by victoriaharker on Dec 14, 2009 18:45:16 GMT -5
As he bit down, she smiled at him. It was good to see that he was getting the hang of things. She sighed and wondered what to do next. Of course... the main idea of tonight was to get him full for a week so school would not be so tiring. She sat back, licking the blood from her fingers and wiping off her chin and watched. He went til the man was drained and she knew it full well. But he sat up and then went back to the neck for more. She rolled her eyes and walked over behind him and pulled him back from the man. She knew that he was going to throw a fit so she pulled him in close to her and held him. It would take a couple minutes for him to stop squirming and relax. She had seen it in a few of the new vampires. She had seen how they craved what was no longer their in their first kill.
"You need to stop. The blood is gone. I won't have you chewing on veins. You are a better Vampire than that."
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Post by beryx on Dec 14, 2009 19:47:44 GMT -5
He had been so focused on the kill, he was taken by surprise when he was jerked and pulled close to her. At first he did try and pull away, but after a minute he gave up. For a century old lady she had the strength of an andoconda. Though just because he went still, didn't mean the craving for more blood had ceased. What made it worse was he now was also drunk to top it off with most of his senses gone, including his common sense. In a sad, almost whiny voice, he asked, "Can't we go get some more? Please? I bet the Hogs head has a few strag-glers..easy pickings.." He then went silent again asa if thinking deeply, and then continued, "Hey..why didn't you use that move on me? I mean instead of the detention bogey...A little peek woulda done the trick..Now I know why Dante was jealous...hic..Ok let me up..Now itsa m' turn..."
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Post by victoriaharker on Dec 14, 2009 20:15:18 GMT -5
Many times she had gotten compliments from drunken men, but something about it coming from Beryx brought color to her cheeks. She was happy it was dark... but then again all he had to do was turn around to face her and he would be able to clearly see that she was, in fact, very red in the face. She heard him said that they should go into the city and find some people that would be easy enough to pick up. She shook her head. "No... you have to understand that we can't simply pick anyone up. One person a week between the two of us is all we need. And that still is suspicious. We are done here, and it's time to get inside before the sun rises."
She pushed him up, but in the process she felt her tank being tugged at. It seemed to have gotten caught on his pants. She grabbed for it at her stomach, but as she pushed him up, it tore at the neckline and she sighed. She placed her hand over the new exposure of her breasts and stood up. "All right." she held out a hand to him. "Let's get inside, Ber."
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Post by beryx on Dec 21, 2009 21:46:01 GMT -5
Aside from the alcohol, Ber was drunk on something much more potent. Until this night the only other blood he had taken in was that of animals, whereas now he had human blood running through his system and like a drug, it only screamed take more. It was overwhelming, consuming all his thoughts and desires. He could now truely feel the power coursing through his cold veins and he was desperate to set it free, much like a caged tiger. There was no way his teacher was going to stop him!
As she pushed him off and he staggered to his feet, Beryx heard a rip and turned quickly to see what happened. He blinked as he caught a glimpse of her bare breast before she recovered, once again telling him it was time to go inside. What was her problem? She had made him, so why did she refuse him any of the possible pleasures he could reap? The very few that existed for their kind? He was just her puppet! She gave him the abilities, but now she was chaining him to use it on her command. That was bloody unfair and the rebellious Silvasi wasn't going to have it. No one told him what to do. He was a Gryffindor.
So shaking his head quickly, the boy growled, "No!" and after a brief silence a slow, devilish grin appeared before he continued, "I want more and there is nothing...you can do...I'll get it myself.." He then made a scoffing noise as he sprinted past her heading for the Hogsmeade path, bent on finding more blood...
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Post by victoriaharker on Dec 21, 2009 21:55:26 GMT -5
Something about Dante's little cousin seeing her cleavage and bra-ed breasts made her think that she could use that against him. A slow smirk came on her face and then she straitened it as he turned around and gave her an evil grin. He said he wanted more blood and that there was nothing she could do about it. She growled lowly as he began to sprint off, in a very zig-zag pattern and she ran up behind him and tackled him to the ground, pinning his arms down. "Now. You listen to me. I told you that was enough and that means it's enough. As for your attitude, that's enough as well." she looked down at him and gave him a glare, her eyes flashing brightly.
"The sun will be up soon and we need to be inside," she informed. She knew he would say something smart-assy back to her, but she had to make a point. She was not about to let a fifteen year old boy talk to her like she was nothing more than just another woman. She was both his elder and his professor and he had to listen to her weather he wanted to or not. She looked down at him and then realized just where she was on him, legs straddled over his lower belly, arms pinning him down and her tank, still slightly torn. Oh what the hell, not like he hadn't looked at a Playboy magazine or whatnot. She knew he was going to comment on this as well. But she was getting a point across, and for him to listen, he had to be face to face with her.
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Post by beryx on Dec 21, 2009 22:24:07 GMT -5
It was very disheartening that an old lady could tackle someone like him at his strongest moment. That too was an unfair hand dealt to him. Even though she didn't look it, Dante had said she was over a hundred and just the thought of her besting him was something he could hardly deal with. In mere seconds she had him in the dirt, pinned to the earth as she once again tried to lecture him. Between everything that was happening to him, her 'point' she was trying to enforce had little strength. If her words had been a gun, it was no worse than a water pistol to his ears. It also didn't help that both the beer and blood took awat any real sense and fear he should of had. She had nearly killed him once..what would stop her now?
But none of this clicked with the young vampire and as soon as the professor repeated her 'go inside' command he made a quick jerking motion to get free as he retorted smartly, "Sorry to disappoint, but only Dante is your tool.." his hissed as his own fiery gaze looked back at hers and then lowered to where he could focus on her open cleavage, "And though these look tasty, your bribes won't work on me..Now get off." He then pushed up in hopes to tossed her to the side so he could make another break for possible prey in town. He was not going to be her puppet.
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Post by victoriaharker on Dec 21, 2009 22:52:25 GMT -5
She waited to hear what he had to say and he mentioned Dante as her tool. She rolled her eyes as they were closed. She knew that much was true, but he was also her lover and what she felt was something more than just that. She looked down at him and then he told her to get off. She had had quite enough of this. Getting right in his face she let her face change slightly to that of the pure-blood vampire she was and she let out a loud growl. "That is ENOUGH!" she hissed right back at him.
"You may think that you are all that and that you can do whatever the hell you want. Well you're wrong. There is so much more to learn and so much more you don't even know about. You may think that I'm just some old gal that can't do crap, but you're wrong. I am your elder and your professor. You have to listen to me either way even if you are drunk. Is that point clear to you, Beryx, or do I need to go into further detail?!" Her anger was getting the best of her at the moment.
But something came into mind... was that what people thought? That she could not do anything? She came off as the pissy potions professor that hated the sun and got grouchy with a wild class. Her face changed back and she sat up, still on top of his stomach. She blinked. "Is that all... people think about me...? That I can't... do anything?" she looked down at him.
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Post by beryx on Dec 21, 2009 23:47:50 GMT -5
As soon as she got in his face and partially changed into the demon of a vampress she was, Beryx's eyes went wide and the fire like shade doused like a flame to water, returning to a dull dark blue. If he had still a heart, it would have stopped at that instant she growled, but since he didn't, his muscles tensed instinctively. He had seen this one befoe on the day he was born a second time, in the second he felt his human life ending. What she had turned in now was the creature who had changed him forever. Though even as dread filled his body, the alcohol still active in his stomach made him respond loosely, "Well there goes the wrinkle cream...and your nose..That isn't good, Teach.." As his confused, distracted eyes looked her over some more, he continued, now in a whisper, "Don't worry..I won't tell Dante.."
After the moment of fear passed, his muscles loosened once again as he listened to her ask if people thought her powerless. Being not all there with a slight headache building, the young vampire could barely come up with a reaction. Why did she really care? So in a serious voice, Ber added, "No...We just think all the rumors are worth testing. No one could be as powerful as they say you are..." He then groaned as he started to feel the wait of her and the possible injuries he might have gotten from her tackle, "But..I'm beginning to think some are true.."
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