the hunger games [ally]

[kacie10]

Vitale let out a small groan as he pressed into her. Fucking clothes. Fucking public. He just wanted to do her right then and there, on top of the car. But that was wrong, and even a little too exposed for his liking, unless he was getting paid for it, which he wasn't. He was breathing heavily from all the action already, and he clearly had a hard on right there and then. And when he felt her fingers move down, it only got worse. Groaning again, he went back to kissing her neck. "Let me.. take you home.." He whispered, his voice slightly raspy from all the horny excitement. "Call a cab for your friends.. Get your car tomorrow.." Every couple words he would kiss hungrily at her neck before going back to her lips.

Oh her lips, they were more intoxicating than the alcohol. He put his hands against the car behind her, letting her leg go and leaning forward more into their kiss, allowing the hardness in his pants to grind against her slightly. "Don't make me wait.." Vitale groaned quietly. "I can't wait.." He was almost begging, pleading her to come have sex with him. It occurred to him that maybe the spell worked both ways. Maybe this was why he wanted her more than he wanted any other girl before. He was almost as enchanted as she was, and he wasn't about to wait. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, he also pulled away from their kiss. Turning around, he scooped up her own keys from the ground so they didn't forget them.

Then he grabbed her hand, lacing her fingers with his own. He escorted her to his sleep black motorcycle which was exactly where he had left it earlier when he first arrived. Vitale nodded toward the security guard and handed him a twenty dollar bill for doing as instructed and keeping the bike there. He also explained to the guy to call a cab for any drunk lost-looking people who didn't have a ride home. Then, he inserted the keys to rev up the engine. Fuck, he thought looked at Kentley. She had a dress on. As if a light bulb went on in his head, he lifted up the small passenger cushion seat on the back and pulled out a black biker jacket and handed it to her. "If you keep this on your lap, no one will see up your dress." He explained before getting on the bike.

It looked so natural for him to be on it, and only added to the sex appeal. Looking back at her, he flashed her a devious grin. "C'mon baby, it's perfectly safe." He assured her, revving up the engine and kicking up the kick stand. And it was. He wasn't even buzzed, so him and her would get to his apartment safely. He balanced the bike perfectly, and waited for her to get on to feel to her arms around him..

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley could feel his erection against her and could feel the heat rising in her body. Her breathing was fast and shallow. finally he asked to take her home, and she nodded with a small moan giving in to him. She kissed his lips roughly, and nibbled at it softly. Her hands stayed at his waist, and she let her fingers slip in between his pants and his shit. She smiled as she felt him lean into her more, dropping her leg. She felt him even harder on her and craved him more with every kiss. Nothing had felt more passionate or breath taking, and when he pulled away, she almost felt sadness wash over her. It quickly vanished, and she was pulled away from her car. She walked with him awkwardly in the heels and noticed people looking at the pair. Someone gave her a dirty look, but she didn’t even care. It was weird that she didn’t feel like going off on the girl that had looked at her like she was some no good whore, but for some reason, she felt like that girl was just jealous. Maybe it was because she looked damn good, and she had a nice looking guy to go home with already, and she was still waiting outside to just get into the club. Poor thing. Kentley didn’t feel bad for her at all. Kentley looked from the body guard back to Vitale after he had handed the man some money, and walked with Vitale to stand beside his motorcycle. “If you keep this on your lap, no one will see up your dress.” It was like he had read her mind. She wouldn’t have gotten on that thing for people to look up her dress to see her laced panties underneath. But Vitale had obviously seen that “I ain’t gettin’ on this thing” look. She watched him straddle the bike, and walked to the other side so that when she swung her leg over the side, no one waiting in the line to get into the club would be able to see her panties. Kentley laid the jacket over her legs so no one would see up her skimpy black dress. She felt the rumble of the engine beneath her and gripped her hands tightly on Vitale’s hips. She leaned forward and moaned. The vibration of the motorcycle was just making her want to hurry up and speed to wherever he was taking her. Vitale lifted his foot off the ground and drove out of the dark parking lot. The wind blew her hair out of her face, and to block it from her eyes, she rested her body against his back. She moved her hands from his waist to his legs that straddled the bike. She moved them down his thigh slowly, and back up again, letting her fingers trace the inside of his thighs until she finally reached the bulge in his pants. She bit her lip and pressed her chest into his back more. She hoped he didn’t live too far away. She had never been more ready to get somewhere than right now. She felt so much lust in her stomach that she thought she was going to explode. Teasingly, she moved her hands slowly to his stomach and rested them there. "Go faster." she said into his ear. She ran her hands back to the inside of his thighs and kept them there for the duration of the trip to his apartment.	[atrb=width,140] words , 588 tagged , rory notes , unce unce unce outfit, here
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[kacie10]

Vitale could feel his hands almost shaking from all the lust he was feeling. He expertly guided them towards the apartment, taking the quickest routes possible. Just the feeling of her arms around him has him hot under the collar, but his eyes widened when she moved her hands more downward. Jesus Christ, he thought to himself as he pictured her getting him off right there on the bike. He wanted that so bad.. just to feel her. He had to stop those thoughts before he did end up crashing and kill both of them before either one got what they wanted. So taking a deep breath, he controlled his emotions for the time being. Until she whispered in his ear. He let out a small groan as her words excited him further. "Won't be the last time you say that tonight, baby doll." He replied as they stopped at a red light. As soon as it turned green, though, he took off, continuing at the previous pace.

Finally they pulled up in front of his apartment building. Wasting no time, he turned the bike off, put the kick stand down, and got off. Then turning around, he helped her off the bike as well, taking the jacket and her keys in his hand. Vitale led her to the door, and unlocked it with the quickness. He allowed her in first before closing and locking it behind her. Then wasting no time, he tossed her keys and the jacket over to the nearby living room couch. Whirling back around to face her, he pushed her against the wall, careful not to hurt her. "Finally.." He groaned slightly as his lips found hers again. He smirked against her lips, loving where this was going. His hands went to her thighs and just rested there for a moment before he moved them up and under her dress. He tightened his grip, grabbing her ass, before he picked her up and held her against the wall.

For his skinniness, he did have muscle, and had no problem holding her up. Vitale kissed her neck, then down to her collarbone, then down her chest, before going back up. He nipped at her neck this time, groaning again out of anticipation. "Have you..." He mumbled in between little nibbles and kisses. "Done this before?" He really didn't care if she did or not. Either way, she was getting it tonight. But he liked to take.. inventory, per say. He never took a virgin to bed before, so it was just something he liked to ask.

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley laughed when he said that she would be telling him to go faster later on that night. She got a nervous feeling in her stomach that she wouldn’t be able to satisfy him. she had never done more than kiss a guy, so she really didn’t know what exactly to do with a guy in bed, or how to please him fully. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, where to put them or anything. Everything was new to her. She hoped to God that he would never think that she was a virgin, because that would be too embarrassing for words. He had probably deflowered plenty of girls, but she still didn’t want him knowing that she was so inexperienced at anything sexual. Finally, the motorcycle was turned off, and Vitale got off gracefully. He then helped her off. She walked with him, stumbling just a little bit at the quickness of their pace. She waited impatiently for him to open the door, and rushed inside with him. He threw his things into the living room, and came back to her. She kissed him, running her hands all over his body, not wasting a second before beginning to unbutton his shirt. She moaned as her gripped onto her legs and moved up her dress to place his hands on her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist when he picked her up and pushed her hips into him so that she could feel him hard against her pelvis. He began kissing her neck, and bit into it. She put her bottom lip between her teeth keeping the loud moan inside of her. He moved his kisses along her neck to her chest, and she wanted him to rip all of the fabric from both of their bodies so she could finally feel his skin in her own. She was hot and ready to feel his own warm flesh on hers. All of it. She heard his question, but really didn’t want to answer it. The one thing she didn’t want him to know about her, and he had to go and ask flat out if she had ever had sex with someone. Maybe she wasn’t doing something right, and he caught it. Damn her and her inexperience. “No.” she said breathlessly. Kentley didn’t want the night to end, so she kissed his neck and bit into it roughly before kissing it softly and moving along his jawline to his ear. She nibbled there and moved her hands up and down his chest. “Take me to your room.” She whispered into his ear. She moaned for him softly and bit his ear again. She pulled on his hair a little to make his head move back so that she would have access to his neck. She moved from the left side of his neck to the opposite where she kissed the length of his neck to just above his collar bone.She didn’t know how anyone would be able to resist a willing girl like that. If he did, she would find some way to have him. She had to have him. Now, or she would go stir crazy.	[atrb=width,140] words , 532 tagged , rory notes , unce unce unce outfit, here
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[kacie10]

His eyebrows rose slightly when she said she had never done this before. He was about to question if she was lying or not, considering the way that she was acting made her seem like she was a professional at this. But then he remembered that he had put the spell on her. He just moaned a little as he willingly leaned his head back when he felt her pull. His eyes opened suddenly when she requested to be brought to the room, and he didn't complain one bit. Picking her weight up, he took her fully off the wall. He kissed her chest, as he moved down the short hallway into the other room, expertly moving so as to not knock into any thing. Once in there, he laid her down on the bed and took his shirt off.

He started to unbutton his pants which were already hanging a bit, exposing the waist of his boxers and the tips of the star that was tattooed on his hip. It was dark in the room, the only light coming in was shining from the hallway. For a moment he considered leaving the light off, since he didn't really want to waste time turning it on. But then he recalled her telling him that she was a virgin. Fuck that. He wanted the light on. He wanted her to see him. He wanted her to remember that he was the one who took her innocence away. Letting go of his half-unbuttoned pants, he crawled on top of her to continue kissing her. Vitale allowed his lips to explore down her body as much as he could go before the neck line of her dress caused him to stop. Slipping the sleeves off her shoulders, he continued to slowly undress her.

Then, he then continued to feel down her legs before he slipped off those high heels that she had talked about disliking so much. He gently placed kisses around her belly button, then to her hips, before standing up. He looked down at her amazing body, a triumphant look on his face. He won, and now he was going to get his prize. "You are.." He groaned quietly, his voice slightly raspy from all the heavy breathing and anticipation of what is to come. Undoing his pants fully, he let them fall to the ground. "all mine." Vitale ran his tongue over his lips, then the tip of his fangs. Then he swiftly moved over to the entrance to the room and flicked on the light before roughly kicking the door closed.

- BOW CHICKA WOW WOW. -

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley felt the cold air on her back when he pulled away from the wall. She continued kissing and nibbling at his neck as he walked swiftly through the hallway and into his bedroom where he set her down on his bed. She tried helping his with the buttons on his pants, but her fingers weren’t fast enough, and he had already taken his shirt off and began working on his pants. She watched him lower himself onto her and let his mouth roam over her body willingly. He gently tore the dress away from her hot skin and peeled it down her body, leaving her body exposed. He slipped it off and finally took off those damn shoes. She bent her knee and bit her lip roughly when he kissed her flat stomach. Sweet Jesus she had never felt any of this before. She could just stay here forever with these feelings and this man. God, this man was driving her the best kind of crazy. He stood, leaving her to drop his pants. She looked at his body and became just a little worried. As Vitale walked to the door, she could feel the nervousness getting to her again. She was now worried about the pain involved instead of only not being able to please him. she would do her best, and that was all she could do. She would think about some old romance novels and how they had done it in the books. You’ll be fine. she told herself. For a minute, she actually believed herself. Then Vitale turned back to her after turning on the light and shutting the door, and she forgot all about her nerves. She knew she would be fine. ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ ▬ The next morning, Kentley woke to the sun shining into her eyes. She opened them widely and had no idea where she was. She heard someone breathing next to her and felt an arm wrapped snuggly around her waist. She turned her head and looked at a man with long black hair. Vitale. She jumped up, scared to death to at finding herself in a stranger’s bed. She screamed and rolled off of the bed, taking the sheets with her. She fell hard against the floor and yelled again, this time directing it at Vitale. “Vitale! Wake up!” the anger within her was so great that she could almost feel the fire burning the sheets around her. She smelled smoke and looked down at the sheets and saw that, in fact, they were on fire. She dropped them, only to feel the cold air all around her on her naked body. “Fuck!” she cursed. She grabbed the sheets and quickly put them around her again. She looked around for her dress, and saw it lying on the floor in front of her bed. “You fuckin’ sonova bitch!” she screamed. She quickly pulled the dress up her body so that she was finally clothed. Kentley’s burning body leaped onto the bed and the fiery hot hands touched his wrists so that he would finally awaken so she could burn him while he could function. That bastard had done something to her, and she was going to make him pay for it! She would burn his dick off if she had to. And right now, she felt pretty strongly about doing just that.	[atrb=width,140] words , 587 tagged , rory notes , unce unce unce outfit, here
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[kacie10]

Rory was having the best sleep he had in awhile. He was comfortably snuggled up to someone, under the covers, warm and content. Until a female yelling stirred him slightly. He heard the noise, then the bang, then more yelling, but it didn't register in his head that this was real and not a dream. Until he felt the burning sensation and smelt the smoke. Sitting straight up, he was staring right into the face of a woman he had never seen before. Instantly, his tired innocent eyes widened with fear. He jumped up out of bed, shaking her grip off his wrists which were burning fiercely. "Who are you?" He questioned in a panic. Feeling the cold air of the room, he looked down to find himself naked. His mouth dropped open as he scrambled to find his boxers.

When he found them, he stumbled into them and quickly moved to the other side of the room, almost seeming to cower in fear of the woman. "And what do you want with me?" Rory asked her, his eyes glassy with tears. He wrapped his arms around his cold and naked upper body as he stared at the obviously angry woman. She was also obviously a fire tamer, judging by the way that he noticed his sheets were burnt. His expression was scared shitless and his attitude was clearly different, both were a dramatic change from his other side that had been showing last night. He furrowed his eyebrows, slightly grossed out by the fact that there was a woman in his bed, but that wasn't as important as some of the other questions burning in his mind.

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley barely held her anger inside of her. This man, this piece of scum! tried to have sex with her! Oh God, who was she kidding? She had done it. She had finally gone and had sex with some guy. And she didn’t even know who the hell he was! he only knew that his name was Vitale and somehow he had talked her into going to bed with him. and she was absolutely furious. She went after him with her fiery hands and lunged at him. “Who are you? And what do you want with me?” he asked. Something in her stopped herself from scorching his entire body here he stood. “WHAT?!” she screamed. “You did somethin’! You made me have sex with you somehow!” she saw the fear in his eyes, and stepped back. She kept her hands at her sides trying her best to not jump onto him and just go crazy on him. but she had some self-control. She saw the violet eyes gleam fearful of her, and she couldn’t help but see something completely different in both his eyes and his body language. “You’re a warlock.” She stated with certainty. There was no way in hell she would ever go to bed with him unless he had put some kind of spell on her. She tried to simmer herself so that she could talk to him like a regular, non firetaming person would in this situation, but the thought of him bewitching her to have sex with him made her so full of anger. She took a step forward and pointed a finger at his naked chest, a small flame coming from the tip. “You put a spell on me! And then you—we… ya know!” she jabbed his chest forcefully and growled. “I oughtta scald you where you stand.” She said darkly. Kentley had already gone through the experience of killing someone. It was accidental of course, but it was still the most horrible thing she had ever done. She never wanted to have to go through any of that again, and she definitely didn’t want to have to pick up and move from Manuka after already having to do exactly that just a year ago from Atlanta. Kentley looked at the man standing in front of her, and didn’t see an ounce of the kind of guy Vitale was. he looked like a scared puppy dog with nowhere to go. Kentley clenched her fists full of fire, and put them by her sides.	[atrb=width,140] words , 420 tagged , rory notes , unce unce unce outfit, here
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[kacie10]

“You’re a warlock.”

Rory looked up at her, almost scared to meet her eyes. But he did, despite the notion that was growing in his chest. Vitale had done it, he realized. All he could do was nod a confirmation. He was indeed a warlock, and a powerful one at that. But he was also light and would never use his magic to harm or make anyone do anything they didn't want to. His other personality.. well, he clearly couldn't say the same. "I didn't.. It was.." He stammered blindly. It was weird enough trying to explain to people what, or who, he really was. Never mind having to explain it to a woman who was just seduced by a man who didn't even recall it happening.

His eyebrows lowered for a second when she jabbed his chest, his hand moving to the spot she had forcefully poked. "Ow." He whispered quietly, rubbing the poked spot. She didn't just jab him with her finger, it was the heat that also made an impact. Then suddenly, his eyes widened. "The note. He always leaves a note." He said. Then he straightened himself out and quickly moved over to the bed. He tore off the blankets and shook them out, but found nothing. He wasn't discouraged, though. That was when he looked over at the bed side table and found the piece of lined office paper with the words scrawled on it. Recognizing the hand writing instantly, he glanced up at the woman before looking down to read it out loud.

"Dear Rory," He started, his voice hitching slightly with nervousness. "If there's one woman who can make you straight, it would be this one. She was definitely the best so far. Though, before the spell, she was quite the difficult one to tame. You might want to take care when she wakes up. She might be a little angered by the fact that some sadistic asshole like me stole her virginity without so much as her consent. But she was worth it. Definitely worth it. I might actually consider coming back just to give her another visit. Tell doll face I said hello, and thank her for last night. And as for you? Try to enjoy being in bed with a woman for once. Sincerely, V."

Rory sat down on the bed, the note slipping from his hands and gliding to the floor. He glanced at his arm quickly, finding the expected little slash mark on his wrist. Vitale had a habit of signing the V in his own blood, as well as leaving some sort of follow up note as to what went on the night before. He put his head down in his hands, his wild black hair falling to cover his tattooed wrist. After a second, he looked up at the woman. "Last night.. that was not me." He said, his eyes watering and voice threatening to crack. He was on the verge of tears. This was the first time he's gotten emotional over a woman that Vitale had brought home. It was the fact that she was innocent before all of this happened.

His other side had stolen her purity and she didn't have a say in it, and it broke his heart. He knew he wasn't the one who committed the act, but it was still his body and he felt as if it was him. Getting up, he went back to the bed side table and pulled out a little white bottle of pills. He took two out and popped them in his mouth, expertly swallowing them without any water. Now he could be assured that Vitale wouldn't be visiting for at least another twenty four hours. "I'm not Vitale. I'm Rory." He turned around to face the woman, rubbing his burning wrists absent mindedly. "I suffer from multiple personality disorder. And it's pretty.. severe some times. I wake up the next morning not knowing what Vitale did the night before.. and the only explanation I have are little notes that he leaves for me.." Rory shook his head, sounding completely crazy.

He went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a simple white tank top. "He's a horrible person. He's dark and twisted, and doesn't care about any one except himself." He quickly pulled on the clothes and scooped up the blankets and tossed them back on the bed. Turning to face her again, he gazed right into her eyes. "I'm.. so sorry he did this to you." Rory apologized, knowing that there was pretty much nothing he could do to make it better. He sat down on the bed once again, leaning forward on his elbows and putting his face in his hands. This woman probably thought he was fucking insane and that he was messing with her, when all he wanted to do was break down and cry. He felt terrible for what had happened to her, and he wanted her to know that it truly wasn't Rory who did the act.

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley watched him with piercing eyes as he walked over to the dresser. “A note? What the hell are you talkin’ ‘bout?” she set her mouth in a stubborn line and listened carefully as who she knew as Vitale read a note that had been left on the bed side table. The first line seemed like it was meant to be somewhat flattering, but she knew she couldn’t make anyone straight. Not even her friend Judas. It was all just a bunch of crap that some whore of a man had written. Wait. Make him straight? Did that mean… No. Not the way he was kissing her last night, and the way he touched her… Suddenly she felt more vulnerable and exposed than she ever had before. No one had ever touched her in that way. She backed away from him and her back hit the wall. How could this happen to her? She was always the careful one, the one never getting into any kinds of situations such as these. She never had sex with people for fun. But somehow some guy had brought her to bed by using a curse on her. Kentley sighed and listened as he finished the note. After the note was read, she thought it all over, not even paying attention to Vitale—Rory as he called himself—or watching as he took a dose of medicine. Until he explained that he had multiple personality disorder. “But…” she whispered softly, almost inaudible to even her own ears. He sat on his rumpled bed and faced her with sorrowful eyes. She could see that his words were truthful. Kentley bent her knees slowly and slid down the wall. She covered her hands with her face and let the tears finally flow down her cheeks. She sobbed. All of her life she had been prideful in being one of the only people she knew that had promised themselves, and God, not to have sex until marriage. She couldn’t even imagine telling her parents about what had happened. Would they even believe her when she told them that a warlock had cast a spell on her that made her more than willing to be with him? How would they look at her now that she was impure and that she had broken her promise. Kentley had never felt so dirty and used. She wanted to take a shower or something to wash this unwanted feeling off of her. She just wanted to do something. go somewhere else, leave the man that had taken everything from her that she cherished. All of the anger that had filled her had dissipated, and now all that left her was sadness and despair. Kentley was never one to be sad for a long period of time, but something like this was not easily forgotten. She had already almost been raped just a year ago, and now, a year later, almost the same thing had happened, except Vitale had actually gone through with the deed instead of having Kentley kill him. She had a flood of memories crash on top of her, only making her weeping harder. She laid on her side and kept her hands over her face so that she could hide herself from the world.	[atrb=width,140] words , 546 tagged , rory notes , unce unce unce outfit, here
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[kacie10]

Rory watched her as she sank to the ground, and every inch she sank lower, his heart followed. He just kept himself on the bed though, since he got the urge to hug her. But he seriously doubted that she would want to be touched right now, especially by him. The sounds of her sobbing hit him hard, and caused him to let out a pained groan. He leaned back on the bed and just stared up at the ceiling. The smell of stale smoke wafted toward his nose and stung his nostrils, and it was then that he realized he had been laying on the charred sheets. He stood and picked up the blackened sheet and tossed it into the basket of dirty clothes in the corner of the room to get it out of the way. They would be disposed of later.

Actually, he decided, all his blankets were being thrown out. He wouldn't be able to sleep on blankets that he now knew his other half basically raped a woman on. Going over to the small table, he picked up the box of tissues that he kept there. The box was so happily colored. It was bright blue with white swirls on it, the typical design, but highly contrasted the mood in the room right now. He cautiously approached the woman and sat down about a foot away from her on the floor. He then put the tissue box down on the floor and pushed it toward her with his index finger. It was then that he noticed how bad he was shaking. As he took his hand back, he held it flat out so he could see the true nature of his nerves. He attempted to control his shaking, but it failed, so he just leaned his back against the wall. "..Did he hurt you? I mean in any other way?" Rory asked, looking over the parts of her body that were visible.

It was not uncommon for the women to leave with a few scrapes or bruises, but judging from the areas of skin that he was able to see, she looked perfectly unharmed. "Like cuts or bruises? I can heal those if you'd like.." He offered. It was odd, how it seemed like Vitale was actually gentle with her. He sighed and pulled his legs up, resting his elbows on his knees again. "I'm good at healing.. I could even try to.. um.. restore your innocence." It was an awkward statement to make, but he wanted to put the offer out there, just in case if she wanted to be fixed. "It might hurt a lot but.. It shouldn't be any more difficult than healing a broken bone.. If you want me to attempt it" Rory shrugged slightly. He wasn't exactly sure what to do or say in this situation, but he was trying not to make it any worse than it already was.

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley stayed on the floor, balled up like a baby that had just lost its mother. Her heart raced quickly when she heard shuffling around, but didn’t bother looking around her to see what Vita—Rory was doing. She just kept her eyes shut and kept herself in darkness. She only wanted to be alone. She couldn’t help feeling sorry for herself, but also for Rory who was so terribly displeased with his other half. Kentley heard him sit near her, and slide something across the floor to her. She opened one eye, and noticed the joyful-looking tissue box sitting in front of her, and Rory’s hand peeling away. She tried to speak, but all that came out was gibberish. She took a tissue and wiped her red, puffy eyes and closed them once more. How could she have let this happen? She tried breathing deeply so that she could calm down, but nothing was working. She blinked once, opening her eyes to Rory looking over her body in the least sexual way. He was checking her exposed skin for some kind of mark left by Vitale. “N-No.” she said. She was grateful to him for offering to help with Kentley’s injuries, but she had none to heal. The only thing that hurt right now was her heart, her pride, her ego. It would take more than some healing of a bruise or two to finally get those back. “You can’t restore it! It’s impossible!” she said, yelling at him for even bringing the subject of her innocence up. The instant the words came rushing out of her mouth, she felt terrible. She knew that he was only trying to make up for what the uncontrollable Vitale could do. She couldn’t blame Rory for something when he had no idea that it was even going on. She sat up straight, letting her back lean heavily against the wall and sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t...” she took a deep breath, collecting herself. “I didn’t mean to yell at you.” Another deep breath, and heavy sigh. “I just… I dunno what to do.” She looked at her hands and the tissue that was now wet with tears. She looked over at Rory with a frown. “I know you didn’t do it. I’m sorry.” She said. She hated how her emotions could sometimes get the best of her. She just wished she could be like everyone else and not give a damn about any of this. And she didn’t want Rory to think she was mad at him because she wasn’t. she was only furious with herself and Vitale. The next time she saw him, she was going to kill him. She swore it to herself. She didn’t care if she had to leave Manuka anymore. She just wanted some kind of justice. Would killing him be too much? she thought. Wouldn’t you be killing more than one person? she looked back at Rory with sorrow. She couldn’t kill such a mournful soul. Even if his body was the one that had taken her innocence, his mind didn’t know, and she didn’t have it in her to kill an innocent man.	[atrb=width,140] words , 528 tagged , rory notes , unce unce unce outfit, here
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[kacie10]

Rory just nodded as she sat there apologizing. In reality, he didn't know how hard this was for her to handle. But he knew how hard it was for himself, and that was enough to base it off of. He knew she didn't mean to yell at him, and he wasn't going to take it personally. It was all Vitale's fault. Though, if she really did want to yell at him, he wouldn't even try to stop her. Because his other half wasn't here to take the blame or to feel guilt. Rory was. And that's how the sadistic bastard always planned it. To be gone in the morning and leave Rory to deal with any repercussion. But this.. this was pain and guilt on a whole new level. "It's alright." He assured her in a soft tone.

Then, he proceeded to sit in silence. His thoughts were buzzing around his head like angry hornets and he didn't know which to conquer first. He rocked back and fourth ever so slightly, his face now resting in his hands once more. The coldness of his metal ring touched his cheek, making him realize that he still had it on. Slipping the silver snake ring off his finger, he rolled his eyes as he toyed with it in between his hands. It was Vitale's, and in Rory's opinion, it was the ugliest thing ever. But every time he hid it or threw it away, Vitale would always find a way to bring it back. Standing up, he stretched and ran his hands over his face. This was one of the oddest mornings so far. He put the ring on top of the dresser and went into the bathroom and turned on the sink.

He splashed some cold water on his face to attempt to clear his thoughts. As he straightened his body up in front of the mirror, he gazed at his reflection. His small frame would have looked grossly skinny if he didn't have the muscles he had on his upper arms and the slight appearance of his abdominal muscles. His hair was crazy, even more so than it was when it was actually primped and puffed up just so. Grabbing a hair elastic off the bathroom counter, he tied his black mane behind his head in a pony tail. Now, with his hair out of his face, he looked a lot more innocent. Now he looked more like a Rory. A small little gay boy, with the innocent baby face and the pretty purple eyes. The fangs that almost made him look scary, but in a way, more on the cute side. And the eye brow ring contrasted with his milky white skin and just made him look like a teenage boy trying to fit in with the world. Needless to say, now he looked completely harmless.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the scent of smoke hit his nostrils once again. Walking back over to his bed, he sat on the edge. "How about I make you some food? Nothing's too good on an empty stomach." Rory offered. His own tummy was growling, despite all the chaos that was occurring around him. "Then when we're done eating I can drop you off at your house,.. or where ever. Unless you'd rather stay here instead of being alone. I'm fine with that as well." He looked at her with compassion in his eyes. Right now he was willing to try anything to make her feel better, even if it meant having a woman in his house for an extended period of time. Hell, if she wanted to just go to bed he would let her take his room and he would just go in the living room and leave her be. That was some hardcore concern right there, since Rory hadn't willingly allowed a woman in his bed in about five years.

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley just laid there trying to not think of what had just happened. She dried her eyes with the backs of her hands and sat up straight trying to catch her breath. She didn’t know if Rory understood just how upset about this she was, but she wasn’t going to bring it up again to him because he wasn’t the one that had done it to her. She couldn’t make him feel bad about anything now because she almost felt bad for him, too. “It must be hard having to have two separate personalities, huh?” she asked just about a whisper. She couldn’t even imagine having to go through blank nights and things like this coming up all the time. She wondered if Vitale often came through and took over Rory, or if it was just an occasional happening and she was just in the wrong place in the wrong time. Hopefully it was only occasionally because she doubted that Rory would be able to handle this happening on a regular basis. She shook her head and shrugged. “I ain’t hungry, but thank you.” She said and sniffled. She wiped her eyes of the excess tears that had uncontrollably fallen from her eyes. “And my car is in the club’s parkin’ lot.” She became a little worried. She didn’t know if her car would be towed after sitting in the parking lot after so long. She hoped that her baby would still be there. She cleared her throat and stood. “Uh, I guess you could just take me there now? Unless you want to eat somethin’, then I can just wait.” She said pulling her dress down in the front so it wasn’t up at her crotch. He obviously didn’t like girls, but she still felt awkward in the skimpy little dress. Kentley folded her hands in front of her. She looked around the room until she found the bathroom off to the side. “Uh, ‘scuse me. Imma go to the restroom real fast.” She said. She walked into the bathroom and quietly shut the door behind her after turning on the light. She leaned her hands on the counter on either side of the sink and closed her eyes. She needed to get a hold of herself. She sighed heavily and looked up into the mirror. She looked completely awful. Her hair was a complete mess, sticking up in places even she didn’t know was possible, and her mascara had run all down her cheeks from crying. She shook her head and turned on the faucet and waited for the water to warm up before splashing it on her face. She wiped her face multiple times with the water and finally her face was clear of any make up. Then she ran her hair through her fingers enough times to finally tame it so that it was halfway decent and presentable. When she finally came out of the bathroom, she looked around for her shoes. She hoped that Rory had already made himself something to eat so that they could leave and she could go home and be alone.	[atrb=width,140] words , 520 tagged , rory outfit, here
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[kacie10]

“It must be hard having to have two separate personalities, huh?”

Rory sighed and shrugged slightly. It was something he'd been dealing with for years, so the thought process to it had faded slightly. He tried not to think too much about his condition, in a way. It always made him feel like a freak, which according to the government, he was. "Well it's defiantly not easy.." He said softly, looking at the floor. "But of all my years dealing with it.. he's never done anything quite this bad." Giving a shake of his head, he furrowed his brows. How his other half could do something to cruel to a woman who didn't deserve it whatsoever was beyond him. She clearly didn't wish this to happen. He nodded slightly as she declined the food offer, and stood up slowly, preparing to bring her home. Scooping up his keys off the dresser table he glanced at her to see if she was ready, then nodded again as she excused herself to the bathroom.

While she was in there he slipped on his shoes and wandered into the kitchen. The air out side of the bedroom was even cooler since it didn't have their body heat to warm it up. The exposed skin on the areas where his wife-beater wasn't covering rose with goosebumps. He slipped his keys into his back pocket as he opened the fridge and rummaged through, trying to come up with a plan for food. His stomach growled as he pulled out a white container of left over Chinese food, then a fork from one of the drawers. Rory popped the top open and started munching away hungrily on the noodles that were inside, the savory flavor filling his mouth. In his opinion, Chinese food always tasted better when it had been sitting in the fridge for a day or two. Hearing the bathroom door open, he quickly placed the food back in the fridge and let the fork drop into the sink. He made a mental note that when he came back, that food didn't stand a chance against his hunger. He started back into the bedroom, passing the living room couch on the way and noticing his jacket. That was probably what she used to cover herself, so he scooped it up, and her keys fell to the floor.

Picking those up as well, he put them in his vacant pocket. "Ready?" He asked once she came out. Then heading towards the front door, he opened it and waited for her to exit before closing it behind them. "You said your car's at the club still, right?" He asked, just for confirmation. Handing her the jacket, he got on the bike, inserting the keys and withdrawing the kickstand. He expertly balanced the motorcycle until he felt her get on, then waited just a moment for her to get comfortable. Unless anyone has ever been the driver of a motorcycle with a passenger on the back, they didn't understand the odd feeling it was when the other person moved around in the back. It threw everything off balance, and caused a greater risk of him tilting and sliding the bike. So Rory always gave the passenger a chance to adjust themselves. After a second, he revved the engine slightly, then took off. As much as he always enjoyed riding his motorcycle, this trip was a little awkward. Not the fact that he had her body against his own, but just the whole situation. There was tension, which was to be expected. And he knew that it wasn't exactly pointed towards him, though that didn't drown out the negative feelings. He honestly just wasn't sure what to do with himself, or with their issue. Vitale had, in a sense, raped this woman.

And now he felt completely wrong just letting her go home without another word spoken between them. He felt like he had a duty to fulfill, even if he wasn't quite sure what it was. Pulling into the club parking lot, he stopped the motorcycle next to the only car that was there, assuming it was hers. He shut off the bike, but decided to stay seated on it. Rory pulled her keys out of his back pocket. "If there's anything you need, you know where I live." He said, his eyes softening just a bit, the deep indigo color of his irises now a slightly lighter lavender. He wondered how far she would take the word anything. He had meant it as if she simply wanted to talk, or hang out, or even if she wanted him to provoke Vitale to come out. Anything, to any extent of the word. He glanced at the ground, feeling awkward, and not knowing what else to say to the woman.

[KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN]

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[atrb=width,240] Kentley rode with Rory to the club barely clutched to him. She could remember every action she had made the night before, and her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment of what she had done. Touching such a stranger like that was so wrong in so many ways that she couldn’t help the feeling of shame and disgust come over her. She had never done such filthy things in her entire life. She felt like she was never going to get all of these images of what the two had done the night before. How could she have let him put her under his spell like that? She knew he was a warlock, but she still hadn’t put the safe distance between them. She sighed and closed her eyes tightly trying to hold back the flow of tears that came her way once again. Kentley let the motorcycle come to a stop before she flung her leg over the side of the motorcycle. She handed Rory his jacket and took her keys from his hand. She walked to her car and manually unlocked her door. She opened it and turned when he spoke softly. She didn’t—couldn’t—make eye contact with him, so she just nodded and stepped into her car. She started it up and turned down the music that blasted in her car. She looked over to see if Rory was still there, and he was, so she quickly put her car into gear. She began driving, and all the way home to keep herself from crying, she sang along to the hardcore music. When she got home finally, she quietly opened the door and prayed that no one would be awake yet. Thankfully, God had granted her wish, so she made it safely to her room. She quickly shed the clothes that smelled like cigarettes and sweat and jumped into an ice cold shower. She scrubbed her entire body until she finally felt clean again. She came out and threw the dress into her hamper to be washed so she could give it back to her friend. She closed her blinds and threw herself into her bed. She covered herself in blankets and cried herself to sleep.	[atrb=width,140] words , 369 tagged , rory notes, I’m guessing this is the end of the thread? So when you read it, I’ll have someone move it to the archives?
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