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Post by kacie10 on Sept 5, 2011 5:28:29 GMT
 Vitale smirked as he pulled up on his sleek black motorcycle, causing everyone in line to stare. His craving for attention was only fed more when he turned off the bike and tossed the keys to the guy standing at the door of the club. "If my bike is not in that spot when I come out here later, there'll be hell to pay." He hissed at the security guard. With the word hell he beared his teeth, exposing his sharpened teeth, giving him the deadly look of a vampire. Sadly, they were just for show, however. This man did not have the blood of a vampire running through his veins, nor did he wish to.
The teeth were merely there because he liked their appearance. And the fact that they intimidated people didn't hurt, either. Entering the Club of Daggers, he strolled confidently through the crowds of people. He flashed a devious smile to a woman every now and then, trying to find one in particular that could catch his eye. And after a second, when there was none, he moved to the bar. Vitale ordered a drink and downed it quickly, then ordered a second. This one, he took a little slower. Turning his back on the bar, he scanned the dance floor, picking girls of interest and deleting the ones he found imperfections in. That one was too skinny, that one was too fat. That one wasn't showing enough skin. That one didn't have a nice enough ass. He snickered slightly as he thought about Rory and how pissed off he'd be if he found his other half here, with intentions of hitting on women. How Rory could like men, Vitale would never know. Men didn't have the magnificent curves, the lady smell, or the lady parts that made everything so enjoyable.
Taking another sip of his drink, he leaned against the bar top, the cool hard edge against the small of his back. He absently clicked the barbell in his tongue along the back of his teeth, causing his lips to part and his tongue to run along his bottom one in a rather sexual looking movement. His eyes scanned the room once more, his irises, the darkest of purple, stopping on one woman. She was perfect in every way, or at least from here she looked it. He let his eyes go from her pretty face and travel down to her chest, which he blatantly stared at for several seconds. Then, as if a sign from the fucking gods, she turned to give him a perfect view of her backside. Vitale narrowed his eyes slightly, his mouth forming a small circle as he exhaled, causing him to groan a small "Oh.." at her perfection. Yeah, as of now, she was the best looking female he'd seen in here, and he came in here often.
Turning back to the bar, he finished off his second beer, and wasted no time in ordering a third. Oh, how he loved alcohol. He loved it almost as much as he loved sex or parties. If she was still there later, he knew who he was going home with. That was for damn sure. Sitting on one of the barstools, he turned to once again face the dance floor and the massive crowd in front of him. He leaned back, resting his elbows on the counter top, his beer in his hand. Normally at least one person came up to him every time he came here. Vitale wondered who that person would be to tonight, or if he would have to go hunting for himself. This was like the fucking hunger games, and he was ready for his kill.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 5, 2011 6:24:21 GMT
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To say that Kentley was not a party girl was an understatement. Not only was she completely out of her element in the club of daggers, but she was isolated from all of the people around her. She wasn't even in her won dress for God's sake. Her friend made her wear this one because the one she had tried to wear tonigt "covered too much". She sat almost in the back corner as her friends danced the night away. There was a man sitting next to her talking about how his girlfriend had broken up with him. sure she felt bad for the guy a little, but she really didn’t have any interest in hearing all of the details as to why they had split up. Kentley couldn’t flat out tell him that though because she would feel bad. So instead, she said that she had to use the lady’s room. She didn’t want to lie to him, but damn, his business wasn’t her own and she didn’t have any interest in hearing about it any longer.
Kentley stayed in the restroom for a few minutes making sure the man would be out of her way. As she exited, she sidestepped a woman who almost stumbled into her, obviously drunk off her ass. One reason she didn’t like drinking was because of how terrible the alcohol made you act. Half of the people drinking couldn’t take more than three steps without almost falling or tripping over their own feet. Half of the time they had to have a friend help them walk somewhere. And most of the time she was that friend. She knew it sucked, but she didn’t drink so she was always the designated driver or the one making sure all of her friends weren’t getting too drunk. It was definitely a curse, but she felt like if she didn’t, her friends would be completely fucked and then she would have that laying heavily on her conscious.
Kentley saw her friend Jeremy out on the dance floor and laughed. He motioned for her to come over and dance with him, so reluctantly she went over to him. it was really awkward at first, but she finally felt comfortable enough. That was, until some random guy decided that it would be a good idea to try to cop a feel. Fuck that. Kentley whirled around on him and told him with a very angry expression that he had better back the fuck off or he wouldn’t have a dick by the end of the night. Jeremy pulled her away and off the dance floor and cooled her off like the good friend he was.
Kentley absolutely hated people like that. She wasn’t some play toy. She was a person, a woman, and she knew sometimes men didn’t think that women could hold their own, but they were completely wrong about that. She was very able to take care of herself, and very capable of holding her own in situations where she could be possibly hurt. After all, she now knew that she was a firetamer. A horrible one at that, but she was slowly getting better. She was proud of herself for not scorching that asshole.
Kentley took a few deep breaths and scanned the club. She wasn’t really looking for anyone in particular, just seeing if there was anyone as sober as her in this god forsaken place. Her eyes finally landed on the bar. There, she saw a man with huge black hair looking at the woman beside her, obviously interested. She laughed and shook her head. Kentley had never noticed anyone ever giving her those kinds of looks. Except for maybe Robin. But she didn’t count him very often. She kept her eyes on the tall man as she walked to the bar to get something to drink. There was something odd about him, but she couldn’t quite pick up on what it was.
When she got to the bar, she waited until the bartender came her way before ordering a bottle of water. She looked sideways at the man, but turned back to the bartender as she waited on her cold drink.
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Post by kacie10 on Sept 5, 2011 7:19:32 GMT
Vitale was staring at the goddess-like woman as if hypnotized. And when she started to dance.. He gave another small grunt as her movements made him hot under the collar. But, his gaze was pulled from that woman as he witnessed another telling off some lowlife loser. He snickered slightly as the man hung his head much like a sad puppy and moved away. He kept his eyes on this new woman as she made her way over. She gave that other woman a run for her money. He liked the looks of this lady much better. It must've been the long brown hair. He always had a weak spot for brunettes, where the other woman was a blond. Most likely an artificial one, at that. His deep indigo, almost black, eyes traveled up her body as she made her way to the bar. She had a nice body indeed. Too bad he hadn't gotten a glimpse of her ass before she came this way, but he didn't doubt that it was any less amazing as she was. He glanced back out to the dance floor, and noted that the previous woman he'd been watching had disappeared into the crowd.
But, shockingly, this didn't sadden him. Glancing over at the lady at the bar, he picked up his beer and strutted over, clearly confident in himself. His lion-esque black mane bobbed as he walked, the white high lights seeming to change color with the colored strobe lights that bounced around the club. "Ah, just a water?" Vitale questioned, arching a dark eyebrow sexily. He had the whole sex appeal down to the tee. He gave her his devious smile, running his tongue along his sharpened fangs. "Sure you don't want an actual drink? I can pick up the tab." He offered, holding up his empty beer bottle, signaling the bar tender. The bartender came over and swiftly replaced his empty bottle with a fresh one. The fourth of the night, and he was not even feeling a slight buzz. He hardly ever drank enough where he got wasted, though, which was the reason for bringing along his motorcycle without any hesitation. Leaning his back against the counter once more, he turned his head to keep his deeply colored eyes on this woman.
"My name is Vitale, miss, and it is quite the honor to meet a woman as.." He sucked in a small breath as he let his eyes move down her body once more, taking in the marvelous sight. He ran his tongue over his fangs again, wetting his pink lips. "..Stunning as yourself." Yes, he was quite the charmer. And so far, his silver tongue had worked on every single female he met. And if it didn't.. well, he would make it work anyways. One of the advantages of being a warlock: You got to play God. "May I get your name?" He asked, running a hand through his mane, his silver snake ring glimmering in the light.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 5, 2011 8:12:49 GMT
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Kentley had never seen herself as beautiful. She always noticed other people’s attributes and her own flaws. She wasn’t the type of girl to get hit on by random guys. Of course that could be the fact that they saw that she didn’t like to be messed with. Her facial expressions usually made it so people thought she was either a bitch, or she was lesbian. It worked though, and that’s all that mattered. Being flirted with occasionally was alright as long as you didn’t try to straight up try to get too touchy-feely with her. She hated that. And people like that were likely to get accidentally burned if they weren’t careful. Basically people in general that tried to fuck with her were basically doomed to be on her dislike list.
It was odd though how sweet and loving she could be to people when she could be such a snarky, stubborn bitch. Most of the people she was kind to were the ones that didn’t undress her with their eyes though. they were just normal people that wanted to be friends or acquaintances. In fact, Kentley liked making new friends. She was a really sweet girl. She was often called a Southern Belle by her good friend Lucas. She took that as a great compliment, too. Really all she wanted was for people to just be respectful of her body and her space. She did have a personal bubble.
Suddenly she heard a seductive voice coming from where the tall dark-haired man was. She looked over at him with a somewhat unamused expression. She took the water bottle that the bartender set down on the bar before he went to refill the man’s drink. “If I would’ve wanted a damn drink, I’dda got it myself.” She opened the water and took a small sip and watched his eyes. Vitale. What an unusual name. It was pretty and seemed to fit the man somehow. He looked at her body with what seemed like lust. She got a weird feeling in her stomach and turned to face him. “Keep your eyes elsewhere.” She said stubbornly. “And hell no you cain’t.” she sipped her water again and stalked away from him in her too-high heels. Men could be such pigs sometimes.
She could feel his eyes peering at her from the bar. Kentley went back to where she was standing before, next to the blonde that he had been ogling. She began to converse with the woman and noticed that she was somewhat like her. She was here against her will and was also dubbed the designated driver. They exchanged numbers right before one of her very drunk friends decided to stumble over and take the blonde away to the dance floor. Kentley was now alone again. She looked over to the bar to see if Vitale was still there, and sure enough, he was. Kentley looked away quickly and drank from her bottle to try and make it less obvious.
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Post by kacie10 on Sept 5, 2011 8:50:08 GMT
“If I would’ve wanted a damn drink, I’dda got it myself.”
A grin instantly spread across his lips as he chucked at her lashing. This was true, she could have gotten it. But still, he figured he'd at least show manners before he ravaged her body. Since, come on, there was no way that he was leaving without her tonight. "Feisty, aren't you?" He stated, raising his eye brow once more. He took note of her little accent. The one that clearly marked her as a Southern girl. For some reason, it turned him on. He liked French accents, and maybe sometimes the exotic Spanish ones, but hers only made him want to talk to her more.
“Keep your eyes elsewhere. And hell no you cain’t.”
Vitale rolled his eyes slightly when she turned and walked away. He was still amused by her putting up a fight, so he decided to let it continue for a little while longer. He wanted to let her give in without his help, but if she really was that stubborn, he would just cast some sort of spell. He stood at the bar, contemplating his options. He could wait here and wait for her to approach him, but that would risk her leaving with some one else. Or he could go after her and keep pressing his luck before she freaked out on him. Downing his beer, he put the empty brown bottle on the counter, using a little more force than necessary.
He kept his eyes on her the whole time, now even blocking out the other blond who he had his gaze set on before. No, this new woman was much better, now that he could compare them side by side. She even made the awkward way she walked in those shoes look sexy. Vitale was relieved when the other woman was pulled away to the dance floor. Now he didn't have to be a dick and tell her to get lost and come off as some rude douche bag. Which he was, in retrospect. But still. "How come you're resisting so much? I can't even talk to you?" He teased her lightly, giving a small smile, instead of his previous smirk.
Vitale leaned against the wall, his body about a foot or two away from her own. He wanted to get closer- oh so much closer- but didn't want to piss her off or scare her away. "I'm not touching you." He stated, giving a shrug. He was referencing to earlier when the man came up to her and was rejected. "I'm not asking you to get in my bed." In his head, he added the word yet. He wasn't asking for sex right at this moment. Actually, right now he had his mind set on just making conversation. He was starting to get how stubborn this girl was going to be, and the more she resisted the more he wanted her. That was something to put in the history books; him being willing to take it a bit slower than how he did with the other girls he ended up taking home. In his eyes, she was worth changing up his game plan for.
"I would be honored," Vitale said, extending his hand to her for a hand shake. He had manners, and he used them. Especially now, where this woman wasn't coming as easy as all the other did. "If you would tell me your name." He tried again. His ring glistened on his middle finger, and the small tattoo's that he had on his hand scrawled up to his wrist, then even further. But it was too dark to get a clear view of those. Besides, he thought to himself, later when they were naked.. she would have all the time in the world to look at his tattoo's if she really cared. Vitale raised his eyebrows, both this time, wondering what her next move would he. He hoped that he wouldn't get shot down, again, but that was a risk he was willing to take.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 5, 2011 9:14:58 GMT
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Kentley didn’t notice him walking towards her. Instead, she had turned away from the bar so that she didn’t keep putting her eyes on him. His voice was playful when he approached her, and she turned around to face him with a raised eyebrow. She watched him lean his long body against the wall behind him and this time, she looked at him. He was really skinny, and dressed differently. Not that it was a bad thing. He was fairly attractive, but she would never let him know that. It would only add to his cockiness. Cocky people were basically annoying for everyone, so she never understood why people put it in their heads that it would work when getting a girl. Guys really had no idea sometimes what it was girls actually wanted. She sometimes felt bad for them, but it was fun to have men always guessing what women were actually thinking and wanting.
She had been kind of rude before. She realized that when he said simply that he wasn’t asking for her to hop into bed with him. She kind of felt bad then, but kept a straight face. He sighed a little and extended her hand to shake his. She noticed his tattoo and became very interested. Tattoos always told stories. Even if they were stories about how it had happened when the person was completely plastered and couldn’t even remember getting it. It had happened to her friend Trace before. Kentley looked up from his hand and into those dark violet eyes. She was slightly taken aback now being able to see their color. Usually only few people had that shade of purple. Or so she had been told. She tried not to think about it, but instead gave her name. “It’s Kentley. And I suppose an apology is due.” She exhaled heavily. “So, sorry fer bein’ so rude. I don’t like it when people look at me like that. Makes me feel violated.” She said and released his thin hand.
Kentley looked back at his tattoo and thought of her own. It was a Lily that represented her mother after she had died. It was definitely a painful experience, but it was all worth it in the end. She was curious as to what exactly his tattoo meant. “I like your tattoo.” She complimented. "What is it of?" Usually that was all that was needed to start off a good conversation. People liked to talk about themselves, so she gave them a free chance to do so when she asked them about their ink.
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Post by kacie10 on Sept 5, 2011 9:43:22 GMT
Kentley. Vitale let her name float around in his head for several seconds. It was an unusual, but beautiful name. It fit her very well, he decided. "Kentley.." He let her name roll off his tongue in a quiet purr, then allowed a small smile to tug at his lips. After she released his hand, he bent his arm at the elbow across his middle, then leaned over just the slightest bit in a bow. "It is very nice to meet you." He stated calmly.
“So, sorry fer bein’ so rude. I don’t like it when people look at me like that. Makes me feel violated.”
Standing back up, he resumed his position against the wall. He heard her excuse, and raised his eyebrows just the slightest bit. "I apologize." He said to her, not wanting to seem like an asshole. "Usually the women here are screaming for attention. You're clearly different." A small nod of his head was given as he continued to look at her. But now, he had more control over his actions. Vitale kept his eyes on her own, instead of on her body, despite how much he wanted to look.
“I like your tattoo. What is it of?"
He glanced down at his wrist, letting his eyes stop on the scrawling letters. They were not in English, so most people didn't know what it said and ended up asking sooner or later. "It says freiheit 89." He stated, looking back up at her. He said the word freiheit with a clear accent, allowing his German heritage to be heard through that single word. "It coincides with the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989, and that because of the event, if I were to reside in Germany to this day, when I turned 18 I would have my freedom." Vitale loved talking about his tattoo's. Most of them weren't pointless, like some peoples that he had seen. The only pointless one was a star he had, and had gotten just for fun.
"I have several more." He stated with a small nod. "Two going down my rib cage and intertwining that say 'Wir hören nie auf zu schreien. Wir kehren zum ursprung zurück.' It translates into 'We never stop screaming. We return to the origin'." He looked down, his hand going to the back of his neck to rub it in a slightly embarrassed manner. The meanings of his tattoo's were something he held dear. "Symbolizes the fact that I'll never forget my home in Germany, nor forget who I am inside." Vitale glanced back up at her, and for a moment, he had a rather little boyish look on his face. Talking about the body ink always made him feel all sentimental and stuff. But as quick as it came, it was gone. "I have a star but.. I'd have to take my pants off to show you that one." His devious smirk returned to his lips and he licked his fangs again. He always had a way of ruining those heart to heart moments, but he didn't really mind that much. It kept the conversation going, even if it only got him scolded by Kentley.
"Do you have any tattoos?" He asked, tilting his head curiously. This movement really made him look like a lion, since his head movement was something much like that of a feline. The way they tipped their head when examining something. And his hair. If he didn't have eyeliner, fangs, and a bad ass eyebrow piercing, they he might have even passed as cute and cuddly.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 6, 2011 11:31:44 GMT
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He repeated her name and it somehow seemed a little sexier. She nodded and sipped her water. She couldn’t yet reciprocate and say that it was nice to meet him, too, because she was still a little put off by him. she didn’t know if she ever would be pleased with meeting him though. Sometimes she came off as a complete bitch, but that was only because she was a very guarded soul. She didn’t want anything to happen to her like it had a year ago. It had been the worst day of her eighteen years and she had learned that drinking and partying was stupid. It was why she hated places like this club. It all reminded her too much about what had happened. Just being here made her feel like she was going to be drugged again. She just felt like something was going to happen to her. Something odd was here tonight, which only made her even more weary to talk to Vitale.
Kentley sighed softly to herself. She couldn’t hold back a small laugh when he said that she was clearly different from other women. “You’re right about that...” She said softly to herself. She really was different than most women. People she knew today were almost always trying her for sex. She just couldn’t imagine why, but the most guys today just wanted sex and nothing more. Sex was made for marriage and she wouldn’t give it to them, which made them a little angry, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t going to whore around.
Kentley nodded when he said what his tattoo meant. That was actually an interesting one. She liked it when people got tattoos that had a significant meaning instead of drunken stories, which were still fun to listen to. She raised her eyebrow at his assumed German. Foreign languages were sexy. “When did your family come to America?” she asked. She had always wanted to go to Europe. Everything over there seemed so gorgeous and somehow exotic. Maybe it was because everything in America seemed so… well not as architectural or dated. Buildings in Europe were still standing when they had been built in the seventeen and eighteen hundreds. It was much more beautiful than the modern day buildings in Manuka or even Atlanta.
Kentley sipped her water unamused by his joke. She wouldn’t let him see the small smile that touched her lips because then he would see that he had actually made her smile. He asked if she had any tattoos and she turned her shoulder and moved her hair so that he would be able to see the lily peeking out from the straps of her dress. She moved her strap down her shoulder so that he would be able to see the entire flower and the death date underneath. “She died when I was a kid. My mama’s name was Lily, so I got one for her.” She cleared her throat and put her dress strap back into place. She turned to face him again.
Now she was silent. She felt slightly uncomfortable still and wasn’t very good at making conversation. It was odd how shy she could be sometimes when she could be so loud and come off as rude. When she was in a group of people she didn’t know she was like that. Just not having anything clever to say. Now was one of those moments. She felt awkward in her own skin. Maybe it was the dress that felt too skimpy, or the heels that felt too high. She looked like an amazon. She was already 5” 8’ and these huge heels made her tower over basically everyone around her except Vitale.
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Post by kacie10 on Sept 7, 2011 3:04:44 GMT
“When did your family come to America?”
Vitale cringed internally when she asked that, but kept the same calm and collected look on his face that he'd had all night. "Me and my mother moved here when I was eight years old." He answered, giving a small nod. It wasn't that he didn't count his mother as family, because he did. She was the only family he ever knew, though, and that was the problem. If he as told to picture the word family in his head, he would picture a small child with a mother and a father. Maybe even all of them sitting in the living room watching a movie or some other similar heart warming scene. But, then picturing his family, his father wasn't there. A small flair of anger lit inside him. He always wondered where his father went, and if his excuse for leaving was really that important. He tried not to think bad thoughts about his dad like that, because he didn't really know any facts. His father could be dead for all he knew.
Vitale shook his head slightly at himself, as if to clear his head of those thoughts. Sometimes he wondered if his dad were around all those years, if he would really be as fucked up as he was today. If he would have blacked out when he was little, or if he would have been diagnosed with multiple personality disorder and locked up in that asylum until he was eighteen. Maybe if he had his fathers guidance, every thing would have been okay.. What the fuck is wrong with me? He questioned himself. If everything had turned out perfect, and little Rory didn't have nightmares of the big bad Vitale, then he wouldn't be here right now. His nightmare never would have became a reality. Fuck that. He turned his attention back on Kentley to catch what she was saying. His dark eyes, which were actually not on her body for the past few minutes, moved to her tattoo. It was quite pretty, he noted.
As she slid the strap down so he could see the whole thing, it gave him this odd feeling in his gut. Almost like butterflies, maybe. He felt like he was being teased, the way she moved it, even though she probably didn't intend it to be sexy. After gazing at the lily for a second, his eyes wandered down the exposed part of her back, but only for a moment. Vitale made himself look back up as she turned around, not wanting to offend her any more than he probably already had done. "It's beautiful." He stated, giving a genuine small smile. He repositioned himself against the wall, letting his hands fall in front of him, his fingers laced together. He gazed out to the dance floor, just looking everyone over. There were some people who made dancing look sexy, and those were the people going home with someone else tonight.
Then you had the losers who were trying to fit in, dancing awkwardly with someone of the opposite sex who was clearly too good for them. It amused him slightly as he watched a male get turned down by some supermodel-like woman. He clicked his tongue ring over the back of his teeth and gave Kentley a sideways glance. "So if you don't want to drink or dance," Vitale started to ask, turning his whole body towards her. "Then why even come here?" He finished. Now he was leaning against the wall, his weight put on his right shoulder so he could face her.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 7, 2011 4:17:36 GMT
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Kentley nodded. It must have been pretty difficult to move when he was such a child. It was hard for her to pick up everything and move away from her home in Atlanta to this city of Manuka. It was hard to even think back to when she had lived down South. Now that she was away from her home and the nightmares that haunted her while she was there. He must have gone through so much more than she had though. Moving from one country to the next was obviously a much greater distance and probably more heartache was involved. If she had had to have left her home when she was just a child, she probably would have been too upset for words. Hell, she was too upset for words and she had been seventeen.
She bit the inside of her cheek when she turned back around and lifted her strap putting it in place on her slim shoulder. “Thank you.” She said with a small smile. She followed his gaze to the dance floor and watched the people dancing. She saw her friend dancing on some girl and smiled. Sometimes she wished she could be more like them, but then she wouldn’t be herself. But she felt so awkward in a setting like this, in a dress like this. It was all just too much for her. If it was her decision, she would be home right now in her pajamas watching an old black and white movie marathon. It was a shame she had been talked into coming. But she could catch up on her movie watching when she got home.
Kentley raised her eyebrows and turned to face him. She had to think about what he said before shrugging. “Peer pressure.” She said. She leaned her own small frame against the wall. She finished off her water bottle and put it on the table beside her. “I’d be home doing nothing’, so I gave into my friends peer pressure. But it was a mistake.” She pushed herself off of the wall. “This isn’t even my own dress. And these shoes. They’re too high. I look like a damn stripper.” She huffed out a sigh and rubbed her hands down her stomach and thighs trying to pull it down over her legs more. She just felt too exposed. How girls did this all the time, she would never know. She could barely do it for one night without getting weird feelings. And she definitely didn’t like all of these guys looking at her like she was just some piece of meat.
Kentley seriously hated men sometimes. They could be such scum. So dirty minded that they could pervert something completely innocent into something so filthy. Sure she could sometimes have a perverted mind, but it was only when she was around certain people. Mostly Lucas. Still though it sometimes got old. When she was around the right people, mostly people that she was comfortable around, she had a great sense of humor. People could play a harmless prank on her and she wouldn’t care one bit. It was when people began to get mean in their jokes that was really not funny to her. Unless of course it was something like a roast where the person being made fun of agreed to the whole ordeal.
Kentley shrugged again. “Why aren’t you dancing?” she asked just to keep some kind of conversation going. She didn’t want to be rude. She really only wanted to go home now. There really wasn’t anything here that she wanted. Her feet were starting to hurt, and her calves were burning. She felt like going home, but she had to drive all of her friends home, so she would have to wait. And waiting with Vitale didn’t seem all that terrible. After all, he was being much more courteous.
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Post by kacie10 on Sept 7, 2011 5:18:12 GMT
Vitale couldn't help it, but his expression dropped just a little bit when she said it was a mistake for coming here. Okay, so he wasn't the best company in the world, especially if he was in his sex-crazed mood like he normally was when he was here. But still, he thought he was doing pretty well containing himself around her. He wasn't going to lie to himself- her saying it was a mistake to be here kind of hurt his ego a bit. But he just brushed it off, figuring that she would be loving every inch of him by the end of the night.
“This isn’t even my own dress. And these shoes. They’re too high. I look like a damn stripper.”
His expressions softened as he looked at her once again tonight. But this time was different. He wasn't looking at her like one of the sluts who walked around this place, because clearly, she wasn't one of them. He took in her outfit, then the shoes, and finally just everything in general. Sure, her heels were high, but they weren't the whorish boots that most of the girls here had on. The ones that were shiny plastic or the soft velvet ones that went to the knee, and sometimes even to the middle of the thigh. Sure, Kentley's dress was short, but it worked well with her body shape. It might ride up a little bit because of the fabric it was made of, but at least it didn't show her crotch or her breasts like the majority of the other women in here. He was over thinking this way too much, but he honestly wanted to make her feel better about herself. "You don't look like a stripper. I think you look.. beautiful." The word came out of his mouth and it felt so foreign. He had never said that to a woman and meant it before, but she really did look beautiful. He just wanted her to believe it as much as he did right now.
“Why aren’t you dancing?”
Vitale looked at the dance floor for a second, transfixed by the strobe lights, before glancing back over at her. "Well there's really only one woman here who I'd want to dance with but.." He paused for just a second. To add some drama to his statement. "..I don't think she's interested." He said, shrugging simply. He wondered if he was doing the right thing by being nice to her and allowing her the option to make some of the decisions. Or should he just put some kind of spell on her so she'd follow him like a puppy dog? He decided just to keep this up for a bit longer, and hope she would at least meet him halfway instead of having to be spellbound for the entire night. "Would you be interested in dancing with me, Kentley?" He asked, holding out his hand and giving her an unintentionally sexy smile.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 7, 2011 19:56:03 GMT
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Kentley saw him looking at her, but she didn’t get that weird feeling that she always got when guys did it. He didn’t seem to be looking at her like he was undressing her though, so that was probably why she didn’t get a little agitated, and the fire didn’t start rumbling again inside of her. She blushed a little when he said she looked beautiful. She had to laugh. “That’s only because I’m barely covered.” She joked. “But thanks.” She said with a nice smile. She couldn’t help thinking that it was all a load of shit, but she wasn’t at least going to be polite and accept the compliment.
She looked around when he said that there was only one girl that he wanted to dance with. It was probably the blonde that had left them just a few minutes ago. “Which one is she?” she asked. She turned around and looked at him when he asked if she wanted to dance with him. She got a little worried look in her eyes. First of all, she couldn’t even walk in these huge shoes, and second of all she wasn’t even a good dancer. Then if she actually decided to dance, it was likely that Vitale would try to put her hands all over her and her dress would ride up. She just felt weird. She wouldn’t be able to do it with anyone other than her friends that she knew weren’t going to feel her body all over. She smiled and shook her head. “I don’t think that’d be such a good idea…”
Kentley sighed. “I should probly go.” She said reluctantly. She really didn’t want to give him the wrong idea. “You seem like the kind of guy that only comes here to pick up women. And I’m the girl that only comes here because she was talked into it. I’m also not the girl that is gunna sleep with you.” She held out her hand for a shake, and she didn’t even know why. “It was nice to meet you though.” she closed her hand and pulled it back before he could shake it, and turned away from him. She looked back again and smiled.
Now it was time for Kentley to find her friends. She looked at the dance floor again to find the group of people that had dragged her here, but she couldn’t see a single one of them. The loud bass from the music began giving her a headache and she just wanted to go home. Kentley figured they had all left. She didn’t really mind, but damn, did they have to leave her like this alone? She was the one with the car, so she took her keys and started out the door. When she was finally outside, she politely said goodbye to the buff man still letting people in. He seemed nice, and said goodnight as well. She began walking to his car. Now that she was finally out of that dreadful place, she could breathe.
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Post by kacie10 on Sept 8, 2011 0:50:12 GMT
Vitale sighed slightly when she rejected his offer and looked at the ground. Of course, she was going to make things a bit difficult. He shrugged lightly and glanced up at her. He had a mask of disappointment on his face, but something in his eyes didn't quite match up. "Suit yourself." He said simply, a dark smirk on his lips. Shrugging and turning away just as she started to withdraw, he glanced back in her direction. He watched her make her way to the door, and he did the same, only he cut through the crowd so to be unseen by her. His expression had changed completely. His eyes were such a deep shade of violet that they appeared completely black, and his gaze looked far away, as if his mind wasn't at the Club Of Daggers but somewhere else. His movements were controlled and determined, like he had a place to be and no one was going to get in his way.
He made his way to the exit, giving a stern nod to the security guard who opened the door for him. He was muttering words so quickly and in his native German tongue that they seemed almost incoherent. As he wove the spell through his lyrics, he got closer and closer to Kentley, his foot steps almost silent. As soon as he came upon her, his chanting stopped. "Kentley." He spoke her name, his lips pulling back revealing his fangs in a deadly looking hiss. But his intention was not to bite her. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. And his other hand went to rest on the small of her back, holding her close in almost a restraint-like manner. Before she could react, he leaned into her and placed his lips on hers. His eyes closed as he held her against him. He could almost feel the magic of his words working their way into her from their kiss.
The contact was all that was needed to charm her. His lips parted slightly as he nipped playfully at her lip with fangs, keeping the kiss going just a few seconds longer than necessary just to be sure the spell was cast. Then, releasing her slowly, he gazed into her eyes. He let go of her wrist, confident that she wouldn't resist any more. "Kentley?" Vitale repeated, wondering what she was going to do. He never used this spell before, and he wasn't exactly sure of all the guidelines and rules to it. He knew it would make her want him and be less resistant, but he wasn't exactly sure of the details. "How are you feeling?" He questioned, unsure really of what else to say.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 8, 2011 3:13:01 GMT
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Kentley had reached her car and sighed relieved to finally be out of the club. She heard her name called out, and her wrist was grabbed. Instantly her hands got hot with fire. She didn’t like people thinking she was some kind of rag doll that they could just toss around. Kentley whirled around, but before she could register what was happening, Vitale had crushed his soft lips hard against her own. At first, she protested, feeling the fire in her hands burning as she brought them up to Vitale’s chest.
Almost instantly, something seemed to sizzle the flames until her hands were normal again. She dropped her hands to her side and let her lips collide with his gently, giving in to the kiss and letting her eye lids flutter closed. He let go of her and repeated her name. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him just a little confused. Once second she was about to burn him, the next she felt… she didn’t even know. But when she looked at Vitale she only felt drawn to him. It was a nice feeling, one she had never had before. She blinked and tried to explain her feelings. “I feel… like somethin’ just… I don’t know. I feel good. More alive.” She furrowed her brows and leaned her body against her car. “That kiss…” she said mostly to herself. She had never felt that when someone kissed her. She wanted more of it.
All of this was so foreign to her. Wanting to be with a man was something she had only ever seen instead of felt herself. But it felt nice. She looked at Vitale with pursed lips wondering what he had done to make her feel like this. She instantly forgot about it, and thought only about being with him. Damn she wanted him now. But she had no idea how to get him. Everything sexual like this was completely new to her. The most she had ever done with a man was kiss them and hold their hand. Somehow she would have to think of something. she had seen plenty of movies, so maybe she could try something… But movies were movies, they weren’t real life.
She felt stupid for not knowing what to do. Kentley sighed and looked at Vitale with confusion. In her entire life, she had never seen someone so absolutely gorgeous. And she really only knew of one thing to do. Kentley pushed herself off of the car and walked over to him. She put her hand on the back of Vitale’s neck and pulled him down so that she could kiss him once more. She dropped her keys and pressed herself into him, putting both arms around his neck. She had never been more attracted to someone. And tonight she would fulfill that lust.
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Post by kacie10 on Sept 8, 2011 4:10:21 GMT
Vitale had a triumphant smirk on his face, his pearly white fangs seeming to glisten in the dim lights of the parking lot. He was glad that they, for the most part, were out of view of the security guards, otherwise, they might have tried to stop him before he got to Kentley. That definitely would have ruined his night. But no, his plan went amazingly, and he was once again proud of himself for being as awesome as he was. He might be a conceited asshole, but he was a damn good one.
“That kiss…”
His smirk grew into a huge ego-boosting grin. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal. "Yeah, it was pretty amaz --" He was cut off when she came forward and kissed him. His eyebrows rose suddenly out of surprise, but after a second, his expressions relaxed. His eyes closed contentedly as he allowed her to have her way with him, and he enjoyed it thoroughly. After a second, both of his arms wrapped around her and he let his hands relax on her back. But, in true Vitale fashion, one hand went to the small of her back while he put the other one on her ass. The more she kissed him the more excited adrenaline pumped through his veins.
Still in a lip lock, he slowly guided her until she was against the car once again. He moved the hand that was on her bum down over her dress, to her exposed thigh, where he then gripped it and lifted her leg up just the slightest bit to allow himself to press into her. He also deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing hers. But then he broke off the kiss and bent his head down to kiss her neck. He kissed down, leaving lusty kisses all the way to her collar bone, then back up. "Still want me to go away?" He whispered to her, allowing the tips of his fangs to gently brush along her skin. Vitale let out a deep, sexy chuckle. "Of course you don't.." He answered his own question
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 8, 2011 4:53:13 GMT
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Kentley felt herself being pushed back to lean against the car with Vitale closing his body over hers. She felt his hands moving on her back and one rest on her butt, but she didn’t care. Any other time, with any other man, she would’ve gone crazy on them, but now, with Rory, everything seemed fine. She coiled her leg around his hip and pressed her hips into him. Her head fell back onto the car and she let Vitale roam kisses down her neck. Her breathing quickened and she bit her lip when his fangs nipped her neck playfully. He had answered her question for him like he knew that she was going to say yes, which made her chuckle a little. There was just something odd about this feeling, and Kentley couldn’t figure out what it was about Vitale that made her want him so greatly.
If any other man tried to grab her thigh like this, she would burn his hand. If anyone tried to kiss her neck to sexually, she would scald them. But something had come over her, and she could no longer resist him. She felt like doing the dirty deed right then in the parking lot. But no spell would make her have sex with a guy in public. Could it be? Could Vitale have put a spell on her? She tried thinking of it, but his lips distracted her, making her only think about where they were going. She arched her back and pulled him back to kiss her again. she felt like she was going to go crazy if she didn’t have him soon.
How could she ever get him in bed though? What was she supposed to do? She kissed him with so many different questions on her mind that she was surprised she could even remember to kiss him back. She just wanted to leave the parking lot, mostly so she didn’t feel so exposed, but also because that meant going home. God there was so much lust inside of her that she had never felt before. It was lovely, and she wanted nothing more than to act on it. It was just a matter of somehow telling Vitale.
She kissed him roughly and passionately, running her hands from his neck to his chest, and down his torso to just above his belt where her fingers stopped. She wondered if he would get her little clue, and would simply take her to his car so they could leave, or would pick up her keys so that they could drive away now. She was just ready to get it in.
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