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Post by damon on Jun 15, 2011 20:23:07 GMT
 ITS HARD TO STEER[/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] This was one of his favorite places to be. When he was younger and couldn't get the drink here because they wouldn't let someone underage even look at a shot of vodka, he usually had to go to the old part of town and try to smuggle one. Coming here was like a luxury. There was no holding his breath to see if they would ever stop looking at the fake idea. No hiding the drink under the table when someone of importance walked by. Instead, all he had to do was show his driver's lisense. He had turned twenty-one in August. Now he was more than twenty-one in a half, and use to the luxury by now, but it was one none the less. Since he drank every night, even the bartender knew him by first night. No, Damon didn't go out and get wasted every night. It was too hard to get wasted. If he was going to get plowed, he actually had to make an effort into it.
All of his friends seemed busy. He actually didn't have too many friends. Just a small group. The more friends he had, the more likely someone could turn him in for the many things that he had done. Damon was the opposite of innocent. If somehow, he made one of the friends made (he just had the tendancy to make others angry for whatever strange reason) then all they had to do for revenge was find the nearest human police station. Damon would either have to use fire to escape or just sit in there rotting with the rest of them. If he was able to come out of hiding and really show his power, then it wouldn't have been such a big deal. Everything was formed around making sure no one discovered he was a firetamer. One of his buddies, he recontly found out, was known for being one of the greatest hunters in the city. This scared him. It took quite a bit to scare Damon.
Even with all of this, he had still called to see if someone would come with him there. However, no one seemed to be available. That was fine. Sometimes he needed to go out by himself every once in a while. There was better chance of getting a girl or idea that way. When someone was with him, he had to consider them with his plans. While he was flying solo, it was what he wanted - or who he wanted- to do. So it wasn't a complete let down, though he did want some company. Damon wasn't quite in one of his social moods, but he wasn't in the mood to be left alone with his own thoughts. That had been happening all day. He'd at least like some sort of stranger to talk to. He had been sitting at the bar, gently tracing his finger on the top of the glass, trying to focus on something other than bothering the bartender.
When Damon first walked into the doors, that is who he ended up talking to. It seemed that he was far too busy to easily chat as he had done in the past. So Damon was simply sitting on the stool, watching his drink sit there with him. The first drink had already been gulped down. He was currently on his second and probably last. There was no way he could contiune to do nothing but sit quietly. Glancing around, he felt like a a yellow marble in a bag of red marbles. Completely standing out. His clothes were dark, covered by his most famous leather coat. He appeared poor from the site of the simply not desginer clothes, but in all reality, it was just a lack of caring what he wore. He wasn't one of those faggots who dressed in buisness shirts. The most he had was the coat he had on. Real nice and warm, but it was so worn out that it didn't look like much. Almost like he was putting himself as a biker. Please, he'd probably light the thing in flames.
Running a hand through his dirty blonde up and everywhere hair, he wondered if he should give up here. Give the one last drink before heading out the door. Not even any of the chicks seemed real prizes tonight. All had a date or looked a little too fragile or innocent. Damon based a lot of first impressions on looks. If he was in the mood for a challenge, he would find one of the ones with the most innocent looking apperance. Tonight there wasn't even a mood for a challenge. No motivation quite yet. For motivation, someone needed to bring out a special vibe in him to see that it was worth it. Not to say that Damon hadn't been with bad girls before. He had been before. Which made him all the more wary. In short terms, Damon was a bit of a whore, but even a manwhore had his limits. It wasn't everything with a pulse. It was everything hot and sexy with a pulse. FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 16, 2011 2:56:55 GMT
Jessamine stood at her vanity, checking her reflection in the mirror. She had just gotten back from Camille's and she was trying to fix herself up. A jolt of heat coursed through her at the thought of Camille. Things had gotten pretty heated over there, in a good way of course. She had to admit, it had been quite the reunion. Now she was preparing for a night of pure fun. She was thirsty, so that added to all of the fun. She straightened her dress, which was a black mini-dress that fell to her upper thigh with spaghetti straps and so much cleavage it didn't leave much to the imagination. She grabbed her makeup and leaned closer to her mirror, smearing on a lot of eye shadow, giving her that 'smokey eye' look. Her dark hair fell in loose curls down her back and she added some blood red lipstick to complete the look. She stood back to survey herself and smiled in satisfaction.
She pulled on her thigh high black leather boots, grabbed her small clutch and headed out the door, heading for the club. As she walked down the street, many guys turned to look and it made Jessamine smile. She loved being admired, it reminded her of how amazing she was. Halfway to the club she took a detour into an alley way where there were sure to be some homeless idiot who she could feed off of. Sure enough, a pathetic looking hobo was slumped against a dumpster, halfway to unconsciousness. She crouched in front of him and his eyes snapped open. She watched his pupils get larger and could practically see a lump rising in his pants. Before either of them could say anything, she grabbed him and dragged him towards her, her fangs locking onto his neck. The hot liquid flowed gloriously down her throat. She drained him before she chucked him carelessly off of her and stood, wiping her mouth. Feeling rejuvenated, she continued to the club.
Walking into the club, she was immediately swept up by the pulse of the music. It reverberated throughout the building and even throughout her. She loved this energy - thrived in it. She stood at the edge of the dance floor, surveying the people that were there. With the small glances she got, she gathered that there weren't too many people worth while. So she started towards the bar. She grabbed a stool and looked around again, her eyes resting on a figure on the other side of the bar. He looked like another one of those pathetic hobos, with that old jacket hanging from his frame. She kept her eyes on him and eventually he glanced up and she smiled. He was pretty damn cute, and she knew right away she wanted him. She could practically taste his blood from here. She fixed her dress again, making sure she was showing everything he would be looking for before getting up and going around to his side of the bar.
She approached from the back so he couldn't see her and placed her hands on his shoulders, sliding them down his arms as she leaned in closer. "What's a gorgeous guy like yourself doing over here all alone?" She purred in his ear, her British accent standing out like a sore thumb. That was the only problem with living in America, she couldn't talk to anyone without someone commenting on her accent. But she liked it all the same, so she never tried to cover it up. tags: damon
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Post by damon on Jun 16, 2011 6:18:51 GMT
ITS HARD TO STEER [/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] This was useless. He needed to get out of here before he really did drink until he was entertained. Drinking as much as he needed to get drunk really wasn't good for him. Neither was smoking or stealing, but he didn't need to make it worse than it was. It was a bizzare feeling that most people didn't believe when he mentioned it, but it was true. Another reason is it actually cost some money to drink. There was only so much he could soothe out of his parents. Soon, he knew that he was going to have a job. However, once he recieved a job, he only gave it a couple of moments before he was fired. Damon just couldn't picture himself walking in and actually working under someone, for money or not. He didn't even picture walking in the door with the intension of working. For some reason, he thought of himself sleeping in when he was suppose to be showing up.
His hand twitched to move to grab the check so that he could scamper out of there. However, as soon as his hand even thought of moving, he froze. His entire body froze with the soft gentle whisper. It was an unfimiliar whisper. The only thing that kept him from shooting back was that the hands running down his arms were reassuring and soft. Instead, his head slowly turned to make sure he didn't run into anyone real quick. His eyes met a pair of forest green ones, and he titled his head back to see the entire picture, since she was up pretty close and personal. Damon didn't know this beauty, but boy would he like to. In a quick flash, his entire night seemed to turn around right before his eyes. It was like some mystical being had heard his head screaming for a hot girl and gave him the hottest one he could find in a ten mile radius. Looking her up and down, Damon changed that to a hundred mile radius.
She was tall for a chick, but since Damon was tall too, it didn't bother him too much. Her long hair was curly and fell delicately on her straps. His eyes guilty and mischeviously trailed down her dress then back up at her eyes in case she caught that. That little move he did without thinking, and hopefully he wasn't going to pay the price. The price had come every once in a while in slap form. However, he also remembered she came up to him. That left a puzzling question. Why did she come up to him? Honestly, he hadn't really had a girl come up to him before. He was goregous and his ego was about as big as the entire city plus inhabitants. It was a wonder why a girl hadn't come up to him before. This thought made it a lot more confusing. It started as her being the first to she was the only one that made sense. Though his mind started to wander. She wasn't a hooker, was she? She was pretty revealing. Guess he was going to find out.
His position went back to relaxed as he gave her the best crooked smile he could get, "Waiting for you, of course." He teased playfully, thinking silently to himself, looking over her again, all my life. He did notice that there was an accent in his voice, but he wasn't good picking them out. They all sounded the same to him; foregin. "And your voice... what accent is that?" He asked. She probably got that question all the time, so he hoped it didn't scare her off. He also still hoped that she wasn't a whore looking for anyone. Though, he might go ahead for that. He shook his head. He couldn't be thinking things like that. Usually if he thought it, sometime during the night it was going to come out of his mouth and he was the one standing there looking like a fool.
He turned and offered the seat next to him. Unless she insisted on standing behind him tracing her delicate touch on his arm then that was fine with him. He just thought it'd be more comfortable for her. It was also hard to rub her thigh from this angle. There was no way that Damon could properly hit on her without one of his biggest signature moves. It was common, but it was very effective. If the girl slapped him, it turned that there was no way he was going to take her home anyway because she obviously wasn't interested. Unless it was a playful one, but that was a different kinky story. Damon just didn't want to be slapped anymore, but he had to at least try for this gorgeous creature in front of him. He could easily bow and worship this girl. She just brought out that vibe. FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 16, 2011 8:02:27 GMT
Jessamine felt him tense up under her hands and she moved back a bit to give him room to turn around so nobody was getting hit in the head. Seeing him up close, she praised herself for a good job at picking a good looking guy. It was only protocol that he check her out before saying anything, so she just smiled at him while his gaze traveled up and down her body. And just like that he relaxed. She took her hands from his arms and planted them on her hips, nonchalantly striking a pose while running her tongue over her top lip. She had initially thought that it would take some serious planning to get this guy to go home with her, but based on the way things were going already, not even a minute into meeting, she knew it would be fairly easy.
He pulled the cheesy "waiting for you" line on her and she smirked, already liking this kid. But wait for it.... wait for it... bam. He asked about the accent. Everyone did, it didn't really surprise her. He motioned for her to take the stool beside him, so she moved to sit down and crossed her long legs. "It's British," She said matter-of-factly. She leaned forward and set her elbow on the bar, resting her head in her hand. "And what about you, love, where are you from?" She smiled broadly and batted her eyelashes a few times for good measure. She could practically see him melting like putty in her hands already.
Did she tell him her name? She wasn't sure if it was too soon. She didn't want to seem eager. She was trying to be a little mysterious. Aw hell, it wouldn't hurt. "My name's Jessamine, by the way." She could feel his leg just inches from her own, so she moved her leg so it was just barely touching his, and slid it up and down, teasing him a bit.
The other question that was haunting her was how human did she want to appear? He obviously wasn't a vampire, and she wasn't sure if vampires freaked him out or not. She had had a few incidences like that in the past, and sometimes that subject was just better left untouched. She glanced at the half-empty glass sitting in front of him and pointed at it. "May I?" Without waiting for his answer, she grabbed the glass and drained it in a few gulps, remaining as feminine as possible about it.
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Post by damon on Jun 16, 2011 19:07:45 GMT
ITS HARD TO STEER [/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] The way she let go and posed for him, it was like she liked to be checked out. Which made sense. Being checked out, in Damon's eyes, was a compliment. If you were ugly, there was no way his eyes would slide across a body. His eyes acted like a hungry beast all the time, and it got him in trouble a lot of the time. For some reason, it was like an offense. He didn't understand. Not a lot of things that women made sense to him though. Why talk about shoes when you can go out and buy a perfectly good pair for ten dollars instead of ten hundred dollars. This chick seemed to be thinking and doing everything right. Pose while he checkd her out, approached him... if she had a tv strapped to her forhead, she'd be absolutely perfect. Picturing a telivision, he shook his head. He needed to focus at the mission at hand here.
Her answer was at once and said like it was obvious. It probably was obvious, but Damon was never good with voices anyways. He recongized without thinking about it American. That was about it. British girl? Perhaps thats the reason she was doing everything perfectly at this point. Were Americans the strange ones? Probably. Maybe it was just humans in general. Looking around, Damon assumed that he was the only firetamer there. Just because everyone was in hiding, it was an assumption he's always done. Because he didn't know of any other supernaturals, it was also assuming he was the only supernatural in there. Odds were that wasn't the case, but Damon liked to think that he was superior to everyoen in all ways. Everything else had been rumors he had heard since he attended freshman year. Every time, he didn't bother trying to figure anything out. As long as they didn't attack him, he was okay.
Huh, interesting. Not a lot of girls asked questions about him. He understood they just loved to talk. Which was fine. Damon prefer not to talk too much about what he liked to do in case they got too angry with him and turned him into the human police. If he was turned in, he was forced to use fire to escape, as there was no way he was going to let himself be trapped when there was a way to be set free. "Here." He stated simply, "Since I was born. You come from.. Britian?" He asked with the tilt of his head. It may have seemed like a stupid question, but a lot of times, the parents came from one country and have a heavy accent so the children grew up with it all their lives, so they carried it as well. It was something he saw more often then not.
Oh yeah, names. For some reason, this skip was almost always skipped around in his mind. The majority of the time, it was someone else telling him their name. It just didn't occur to him. When she said her name, he had to stop and think about it for a moment. Why did everyone here have such complicated names? What ever happened to David? Or Sue? Trying to be as kind as possible and not come off as rude, he asked calmly "Jessa... do you have a shorter nickname?" If she gave him a questioning look, all he would have to do is blame it on the drink. Though since he had only had two shots, he was still considered sober at the moment. Could go out and drive without a problem. Walk in a straight line with no more problems than usual. "I'm Damon." He added, almost again forgetting about his own name.
With a sly smile, he looked at what was brushing up against him. He wasn't sure if she was doing this on purpose or not, but she was being quite the tease. She had to be doing this on purpose, right? There was only a certain amount of girls that could drive him that crazy without so much as trying. In his dazed distraction, she grabbed his drink. He opened his mouth to protest, but decided that it would be better to keep his mouth shut. There was plenty more where that came from. With amusment, he half laughed, "I could buy you a drink. Whatever you want instead of.. well vodka." He told her, looking at his empty glass and wondering if he should order another one. "You're far too pretty to drink doll." He commented with a large smirk planted on his face, "Kind of like me." He muttered to himself, his ego showing a little bit. FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 17, 2011 17:03:26 GMT
Jessamine liked this kid, liked him a lot. She looked him over head to toe and praised herself again for such a great find. The only thing that bugged her was that ridiculous jacket. It looked centuries old, but hey, if he liked it who was she to complain? What she really wanted to know was what kind of creature he was. He wasn't human - she could tell that a mile away. Humans had a certain air about them, a certain kind of innocence and fragility, and this guy definitely didn't have that. Eh, not like it mattered anyway, she still wanted him.
Apparently he was born and raised here, not like that was a bad thing, a little boring maybe but not too horrible. "You come from... Britain?" Jessamine almost laughed out loud. Duh she came from Britain. Why else would she have this endearing accent? Although on a second thought she didn't necessarily have to be from a country to have its accent, she could have adopted it from her parents. If she had actually been born around this time. "Yes, from a little town near London." Without thinking, she reached up and grabbed a strand of hair, twisting it around her finger, a habit she had adopted some years ago.
Her smile widened as he nonchalantly asked about a nickname. Not a lot of people picked up on her name right away. She sighed a little, not too noticeably. She hated when people she hardly knew got to call her by a nickname. It probably had to do with the fact that she was so damn old, and when she was still human it was practically a sin to call someone by their Christian name. She had always been referred to as Miss Middleton until they got to know her better. It had been weird to adjust to people calling her Jessamine right off the bat, and now this guy wanted to start in with a nickname right away? Good lord what was this world coming to? Oh well, it wasn't a big deal. She had to learn to adjust to the times. "You can call me Jessa, or Mina, whichever you prefer." She smiled again when he said his name was Damon. She had always loved that name, and this guy looked like a Damon even.
She caught him looking down to see what she was doing to his leg and smirked. As she drained his drink, she had to hold back a giggle at his reaction. Drinking was bad for a soul anyway. He offered to buy her a drink, and then finished with telling her she was too pretty to drink. She laughed, "It's alright, I just wanted to, how do you say, 'wet my whistle'?" She smiled sweetly at him, sliding her leg up and down his once more.
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Post by damon on Jun 18, 2011 3:40:33 GMT
ITS HARD TO STEER [/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] Hot, British, coming up to him... he may had to marry the girl. If it ever came to that, of course he would turn the other way and run as fast as he could, but it was an expression he thought of. It had to be the alcohol effecting his mind in such strange, mysterious ways. Of course, all the little warning voices that most people heard was completely mute to Damon. If he wanted to jump off of a bridge to see how far he could dive, there was nothing telling him that it was a bad idea. He shut out that little voice so long ago that now it was non exsistant. Every once in a while, he swore he heard it starting to re appear, but it was usually just Vi lecturing him how he could have easily killed himself. Even though he was a firetamer, he was still considered a human. Lived and died the same way. Which was highly unfair.
He could almost see the disappointment in her eyes when he announced he didn't have a very exciting life outside of the city walls. Quite honesty, there had only been a couple of times that Damon had ventured outside of the city. Not much there but more cities. It was like having a giant city all crammed together with different territories in them. Whatever stupid fucking kids song he heard about the world being 'small after all' was total bullshit. The world wasn't small. In fact, it was relatively huge. If it was such a small world, he would have ran into a couple of old faces that he had long forgotten from high school. Instead, he found that he was meeting new people every day. How many more times was he even going to run into Mina again? Probably none. Which was why timing was so perfect.
She seemed to talk as much about herself as he did, which was strange and foregin to him. Hell, for what he knew about England, it could be the boys that chatted up and never shut up all the time. "London is the captial, right?" He asked. It was a good thing he was pretty, because he wasn't bright at all. The stupid blondes with the giant boobs he always saw in movies was usually the female version of him. Except the wardrobe obsession, but that was just because it was a girl thing. In order to cover up his lack of knowledge, he shrugged with a line "Give me a break... I've had a couple of drinks." In realtiy, he just was stupid and he knew it.
Mina. He could remember Mina. Names longer than six letters tended to run away from his memory. It took him forever to remember the name Allegra, which he ended up comparing it to algebra. Mina he could remember easily. His mind diverted when she contiuned to rub her leg against his. He tried to remain focused instead of be as distracted as a new kid, but damn it was hard. It would have been easier to ignore a squid attached to his head. His eyes tried to lock right into hers, seeing interestingly enough, they were much like his own. She started to say something, but he didn't do anything but catch the end. Oh, he tried so hard not to laugh at the way she said it. "Wet my whistle?" He asked with high amusment, "I haven't heard that line since high school." He didn't mean to offend. Damon just had a hard time keeping anything in. If it was on his head, it would have came out eventually. FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 20, 2011 17:30:53 GMT
He was definitely not the smartest guy she had ever met, but he had the looks to make up for it. But really? Who didn't know what the capital of England was? Of all countries, the States shouldn't be so ignorant to this. Jessamine remembered when that ship of people left the country to go discover the new world. The States came directly from England, and this guy didn't know the capital. But then again, that was a couple hundred years ago. Oh well, it really wasn't a big deal. She just had close ties to Britain, whether she wanted to admit that or not. She laughed a little when he blamed it on the alcohol. "Yes, London is the capital. It's a very lovely city," she mused a little. She hadn't been there in a while, and she suddenly got the urge to go back, to see what she had missed while she had been gone.
She laughed outright at his reaction to her explanation. It had been a cheesy line, but it was the only one she could come up with at the time. "I haven't heard that line since high school." Oh man, high school. Jessamine couldn't even remember high school. Had she even gone? Back in the 1600's girls didn't have to go to school. In fact it was looked down upon. She probably never even went to elementary school. Oh wait, now she remembered. Her parents had hired a tutor for her, so she could get some education in her life. What the tutor's name though? Greg? Jeff? Oh, Geoffrey. She couldn't remember a damn thing about him, except that she hadn't liked him much.
Jessamine was getting a little tired of all this small talk. She was having fun, of course, but she knew she could be having other sorts of fun right now. She was itching to speed this process up a little bit. She leaned forward a bit, a sly smile on her lips, and ran her finger over his thigh. "So, love, why don't we get out of here? Go do something a bit more exciting?" She looked up at him, her eyes locking onto his. They looked a bit like hers, she noticed. She smiled innocently at him, batting her lashes a few times to add to the look.
She was hoping she wasn't coming off as the shallow I-just-want-to-get-you-into-bed type. She wasn't like that all the time. She wasn't a prostitute, just had lots of experience picking up guys. She hoped he didn't see her as a hooker, because she wasn't. But then again, what did she care? This guy couldn't live forever, and she probably wouldn't see him again after this. [/size] |
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Post by damon on Jun 20, 2011 20:49:35 GMT
ITS HARD TO STEER [/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] Suddenly, he felt something that he hadn't in a long time. It was called regret. Regret that just for this perticular moment in time he actually payed attention in class. Damon figured he knew all the important stuff about life. That he didn't need to know about what captials were of what country and where they fit. Now that he sounded like the idiot he was, it was a little embarassing. It took quite a bit to make Damon feel both embarassment and regret. This girl was effecting him a little bit more than he planned. It was actually if he liked her as a person, which was just bizzare. There had only been a handful he felt that way about. Even that hand ful didn't make him question himself like he did. It made him wonder if she was trained. Like a cop or something. There was also rumors (along with those supernatural rumors) that there was even hunters out there. Was she one?
Looking over her, he decided to ignore that little voice inside of his head warning him and focus on what was at hand. There was no doubt, he had to bring this girl home. Effect him that much and get nothing? That was just out of the question. All these efforts had to go somewhere. Otherwise, why else would he even contiune this conversation? Sometimes, when he knew there wasn't a chance, he'd rather chase them further or just give up and walk away. It depended if there was no chance at all or if there was a little slim slither of a chance that he would be able to take this girl home. Girls that were so willing often didn't do it for him. The satisfaction of a challenge was there, but at the same time, he felt that this girl was going to do it for him either way.
Lovely city? That was something he didn't hear very often. Whenever he thought of city, he thought of the city he currently lived in. Filled with a bunch of humans and other mysterious creatures lurking through the shadows. It was odd to think of himself as one of the many criminals roaming the streets, but under the law, he should have been arrested a long time ago. He has stolen so many times. Most of the time it was just to show that he could, not out of needing the item. Really, what was he going to do with a security camera, which he had taken before? The only problem with that was that they problem got a nice close up of his face when he was taking it off. So far, there hadn't been any police knocking on his door so he didn't worry about it. "So lot different from this dump, right?" he asked with a more gentle smile.
Well look at that. She beat him to the punch. His head was looking at her, but his eyes were diverting down to his thigh. Oh damn, this was perfect. It was like he was out hunting and a deer shot himself and attached itself to the truck. He had to bring it home. In this case, he had to bring her home. Or her home. Whichever. Which lead to his next little thought. With a very large devlish smile on his face, his eyes brightening, "You beat me to it. So your place or mine dollface?" When he found a girl and got his way, he tended to give them a nickname 'doll' or 'dollface.' Some girls had actually gotten offended with the nickname. It wasn't anything personal. It was just out of habit. He wasn't sure what was so wrong with the nickname. Mina seemed that she was annoyed with him calling her by her nickname, so why not make up a different one for her? It just made sense. With another look over, he asked the bartender for a check, and gesutred to make it quick. As soon as she answered the question and the bill was paid, he was out of there. It still didn't cross his mind about the hooker thing, but if he ended up paying, he would gladly for this chick. FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 23, 2011 15:04:33 GMT
"So lot different than this dump, right?" Jessamine considered this for a second. She liked this city, but compared to London, this place was nothing. London had a certain amount of class to it, where this place was just anyone and everyone. "It's different, yes. But this city isn't a total dump I don't think." This shouldn't be bothering her so much, but she was starting to get a bit nostalgic thinking about London. She hadn't been there in many years, mainly because all she thought about when she was there was Thomas. Even thinking about him now was almost making her sick. With a slight shake of her head, she focused on Damon and her task at hand. She wasn't going to get anywhere being so distracted.
Well, that was easy. She had to laugh though, knowing she 'beat him to it'. So he had been planning this all along as well? Good to know they were on the same page. Jessamine wasn't really one for prolonging the small talk. She figured once they both knew there was a mutual attraction, get the guy to go home with her and get it all over with. Small talk annoyed her more than anything. She didn't really want to get to know this Damon guy, because getting to know someone meant feeling something for that person. Not necessarily love, but even friendship was bad enough. She preferred to have no-strings-attached kind of relationships. Although, she had to admit that she enjoyed that little nickname he gave her. Dollface. It had a ring to it, and she didn't mind it. She just hoped it didn't get him too attached to her or anything.
So, where did she want to do this? If they went to his place she would have to make sure she left before the sun came up which limited their time. If they went to her place they could have all the time they wanted. Decisions decisions... Well, she did like the comfort of her own home, mainly because she didn't have to worry about her... sun condition. She watched as he asked for the check, and she smiled when he motioned for the bartender to hurry with it. Good to know he was eager. "Let's go to mine. I live on Evergreen Street." As if that didn't prove how stinking rich she was. Oh well, she had always loved to flaunt her money around. She was born rich and damn it she wasn't going to change that social status. Besides, when one got to live for so long, they kinda just accumulated money.
Jessamine tapped her fingernails against the bar, hoping the idiot bartender would hurry up with that check. She was anxious to get out of here. When he finally came, she saw him give Damon one of those 'good job kid, you got a good one' kind of look. Yeah she knew she was hot. She smiled at the bartender, one of those 'give him the check and get the hell out of here' kind of smiles. She stood up, adjusting her dress, not really caring if anyone was looking or not. "Whenever you're ready, love." [/size] |
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Post by damon on Jun 23, 2011 21:36:54 GMT
ITS HARD TO STEER [/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] Mina was putting it lightly. How did she not think that this city was a dump? Damon thought this was a dump and he hadn't even been to the classic city of London, England. Sure, this part of town was fine, but he didn't hang out in the upperstate or here pretty often. He usually hung out where alll the poor kids lived, as thats where all the drug dealers were. It was also way easier to steal from that part of town. There was more to steal too. Things in the upper state were nice, but nothing there would really do him any good. What was he going to do with a pair of one hundred dollar pair of shoes, for example. He wasn't going to wear the damn things. They were too fancy for the rest of his style. People would be utterly confused. If he got some sort of electronic device, he was never home. How was he going to use that? Everything was just a waste of time there. Besides, he didn't steal for the products. He did it because he could. "You've obviously never been to my part of town." He mused with a smile. It wasn't exactally 'his' part of town because his familiy had quite the fortune after generations of work, but thats where he hung out. Still, he gave out the impression he was poor, so why not act more like it? It would be fun to mess with anyone if they found out his last name.
He caught the eye of the bartender with that look. A proud smile appeared on his face as he sat up a little straighter. Thats right, he got the hottest girl in the bar. He wasn't even the one who advanced on her. She did it on him. The one thing that he didn't need that he was getting now was an ego booster. Obvioulsy he was the best looking guy in the bar (or in the city for that matter, but he considered himself humble when he only said the bar) It just made sense that the two best looking people in the bar were going to go home together and have whatever crazy bed moments. All the same, what should happen didn't always happen, so he was glad that something made sense out of the night here.
As she told him where she lived, he looked at her wide eyed. This chick was hot, sexy, willing, and now he was discovering that she had more money than god. He was very fimilar with that street. Not even his family had any estates there, but apperantly she had quite the fortune. The more they talked, the more this was just getting better and better. Her place was best. It was to her comfort. And he could leave whenever he wanted. When taking girls back to his place, he found that the hardest part was getting them out of there. They tended to linger for what they wanted to be a few days. It was annoying. He really only kept a girl around more than a day when they were just that good. It was hard to say 'hey honey, could you please leave?' in a way that wouldn't offend. Now he could easily just take off. This was so perfect. What could go wrong?
Finally after what seemed like hours, but only a few minutes, the check came. Damon just put out a twenty and told the bartender to keep the change. If it was over twenty, he could probably get it from next time, but at that moment, he was in a hurry. He needed to do this girl before he was going to explode. This is what happened when Damon hadn't gotten laid in a while. It seemed that the dry streak was over. He got up and gave a sideways smile at her, crooked grin, whatever people liked to call it. His eyes floated and lingered on the bar for a while before finally turning around and walking toward his car. He wasn't even buzzed, so he knew it was safe to drive. The big sign of his was when he couldn't get the keys into the car door. Just in case, he followed and walked in a straight line. Yep, good enough to drive, though alcohol lingered on his breath.
He hopped into the drivers seat, starting the engine and feeling the bad boy- the car- purr. With a deep breath of satisfaction, he took a moment to pinpoint where Evergreen street was from the location they were at now. Remembering that one of his friends didn't live very far from there, he drove what would be the direction to her house, then a little past that. Once he was finally on the street, he turned to the girl in the passenger's seat, "And which huge house belongs to you?" He asked, dazzled and already guessing which extrodinary house she occupied. FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 24, 2011 4:50:34 GMT
They were finally getting out of the damn bar. Thank God! Jessamine followed Damon out to his car and got in the passenger seat. She was silent as he left the club and turned on to her street, and then when he asked which house was hers, she pointed out the largest one on the street. "That one, the tan one." She was proud of her house. She had more money than she knew what to do with, so she liked to spend it on the best things. She didn't really have a need for any of it, she just got bored and decided to spend money all the time. She had never known what it was like to be poor, it was such a foreign idea that she couldn't even comprehend it.
They parked in the driveway and right as he turned off the car, Jessamine leaned across the seat and kissed him, so lightly she was hardly touching him. It was the sort of kiss that made guys want more, as she had come to learn. Her lips lingered on his for a moment before she pulled away and got out of the car, a smirk on her lips. She walked around to the back door and unlocked it, stepping inside and into the kitchen. She left the door open for Damon to follow her and walked into the living room, headed for the stairs. She was halfway upstairs when she heard him following her. Oops, she probably should have turned on a light for him. She never really thought about human needs, since her eyes were able to see perfectly in the dark. "I'm up here, love," She called down to him and continued up the stairs.
Once in the hallway, she flipped on the light so he could see his way around and walked into her room. It was exactly how she left it, everything in perfect order. Her king size bed was made perfectly, looking very inviting. She sat down on the end of her bed and crossed her legs, waiting for Damon. She liked having the guy chase her, it was fun for her. It kind of showed how much the guy wanted this, and it gave him the chance to back out as well. She knew he was going to show up though, there was not a doubt in her mind. [/size] |
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Post by damon on Jun 24, 2011 18:21:12 GMT
ITS HARD TO STEER [/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] The tan one. In the dark, it was hard to detect what color specific houses were which color. He could basically depend what was white and what wasn't, but the specific 'tan' she was reffering was quite difficult to get. He leaned forward on the wheel and squinted as if it would help. Luckily, as she said it, she also pointed to one of the biggest houses on the block. Not only did she live on this block, but she lived on the biggest house. She wasn't just richer than god. She was richer than the fucking president. Damon, normally, was just a bad driver. Swerving and going too fast, but he had to slow down to make sure he didn't miss it. Between the small alcohol content and the dark, he had to also make sure that he didn't bump his car on the curb, as it was very low to the ground.
Swiftly, he turned into the driveway and stopped to park the car. It was even bigger up close. Not even the head of the Ellis house hold had a house that big, though he supposed it was probably close. His family didn't get any big estates because they were at the bottom of the Ellis totem pole, but Damon could care less. He hardly spent time at home anyways. As he was about to exit the car, she gave him a small kiss. Automatically, his mind switched focus and went to go deeper, but it was just a tease. A devlish smile was planted across his face as she got out of the car. Damon muttered to himself with the same smile, "As if I needed that tease." He got out of the car, only using a mixture of the street light and the half moon high in the sky to see if he could direct hsi way around. She was already heading into the house with such speed and grace that he wondered if she was as excited as he was.
The door was open for him, leaving him only a little bit of light from the outside, but now was coming into pitch black darkness. Damon blinked a couple of times, hoping that his eyes would get use to it, but it was still the same peering darkness at him. He closed the door behind him and was about to ask for a light until she popped it on. It was like she had read his mind. If that was true, this night was going to be more fun that he thought. He heard her velvit voice echo through the enourmous house. There was only small hestiation, as he was examining the largness of the house with big eyes. Sometimes, the exterior looked large but the inside wasn't, but this was not the case. It was just as big, or bigger, than the image planted in his head.
He entered the room and didn't take long to examine it. It was just as big as the rest of the house with a California King bed that was neat and tidy, almost as if it hadn't been used in centuries. Damon didn't focus on the outside of the room very long- as details bored him anyway- and there was a beauitful woman sitting on the bed looking inviting. Advancing, his mind focused yet again into what he considered one of his biggest talents. He put both of his hands on both sides of her on the bed for support before leaning in and giving her a hard kiss. Not the teasing one in the car, but the hungry one to say he wanted this. As if his expression coming in didn't show it enough. After he broke for air for a moment, one hand curled into her hair, which he found was a turn on for just about anyone. No one ever complained they played with thier hair too much. The other hand went on her back to push her closer to him. Damon was known as a tad aggressive, but if she had a problem, his thoughts that they would tell him. FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 25, 2011 12:52:08 GMT
He was faster than she thought. Jessamine thought he had been a bit behind her, but no sooner had she sat down on the bed than she heard him coming though the hallway. As he walked in, Jessamine smiled up at him and leaned back a bit. He placed his hands on either side of her on the bed and kissed her hard, and she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He came up for air after a moment and by then his hand was wound through her hair. She loved when guys did that; it was a way to show they wanted this as much as she did and it just a turn on in general to have her hair played with. She absolutely loved it.
He placed his hand on her back, pulling her closer to him. She kissed him again, hard and passionate. With a low growl she lay back on the bed, pulling him with her. It was right about now when the bloodlust started to kick in. It never failed. She got a low burning in the back of her throat, and she could practically hear the blood pumping through his veins. And good lord did she want it. Her hand slid up so it was knotted in his hair and pulled him closer yet. She was going to try to hold out for as long as she could, because she had a feeling she was going to enjoy this and she didn't want to risk freaking him out with the blood thing before she got to experience some of this.
Her hands slid down then, to his shoulders where she pushed his jacket off for him and tossed it to the floor. Her hands went back to his chest where they slid down to the hem of his shirt and she pulled that off as well. He had a pretty spectacular body as well. Her fingers traced the planes of his chest as she continued to kiss him. Because she didn't necessarily need to breathe, she didn't have to worry about coming up for air, but she didn't want to kill the guy so she broke off, her lips going instead to his jaw line where she kissed a trail down his neck, pausing at the base of his neck where the blood flow was strongest. Now? No. Too soon yet. They still had all their clothes on. Well, except his shirt. [/size] (((occ: sorry it's so short, my muse isn't all there today >.< but i hope it's ok))) [/size] |
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Post by damon on Jun 26, 2011 1:12:07 GMT
ITS HARD TO STEER [/color][/font] when you're breathing in my ear[/center] Pratice made perfect. Damon didn't like to brag, but he was good and he knew it. It was mostly because there was so many girls and friends with benifits in his life, he couldn't count, but he liked to show off none the less. The way he strategy worked was that he wouldn't show off quite yet. Everything here was teasing, warming up for the big play. The more he went, the harder and more passionate he became. It was a leadup to the climax. This stragety, he found, worked best to show exactally what he did best. With this woman, he found that she too, wasn't new. Every once in a while, he found someone drunk for the first time, meaning they were still pretty innocent. Damon didn't really mind, of course, as it just made the bar for him lower to make a good impression (as the more experience, the harder it was to top) but he really wanted to go out tonight. Without having to teach. More showing what he could do and perhaps she could teach him a couple of things.
For a moment, he slowed, but only for a moment. There was very rare times that girls actually bothered to play with his hair. Most of the time, he was so focused on her and she was so focused on him that it didn't occur to him. When Mina's hand slithered up to his soft crazy hair, it was a little moment of weakness. Everyone had their little turn on moves. That was one of his un-known ones. Clearly, she was wanting this as much as he, maybe more. She lay down and he felt his body just automatically shift with hers to keep in close contact, as if they would die if they wern't close enough to each other. The hand that was currently on her back moved to slide up her dress. He had to shift a little bit to reach down to the mini-dress, but once he found the end, it was easy to bring it up, bringing up the dress with it. Damon loved dresses. Only one move to take off.
Before he was able to slip it off over her head, she decided to make the move of going down to kiss his neck. There was no way he was interupting that now. He felt her stop for a moment, as if she was hesitating. Damon's mind started to wonder what she was thinking about. Surely, it wasn't of stopping. He had that happen a couple of times, of course, but they usually didn't begin with the way she had. They hadn't come up to him like Mina had. They hadn't been the one to invite to the place. Clearly, she was wanting this. Damon was perfectly happy with that, but it left his imagination wander. Since he was sure that she wasn't planning to stop, he thought perhaps she was thinking of a perticular move, which made him looking forward to whatever was coming. He did take that moment, however, to take the dress up over her head.
Now that she was pretty exposed, his hand slid very smoothly against her pale soft skin, feeling just about everywhere he could. At the same time, he brought her back up to kiss her again, seeing as he caught his breath. When she let go, he hadn't realized that he was a bit out of breath, as if he had been holding it for a long time. His mind was among other things than the strange pattern in his breathing. However, without thinking about it, he had to let go in kissing a little more often just for the breif moment it had of panic when air wasn't entering the lungs in the rate that it was use to. Instead, he was memorizing every detail of this, as this was somehting he surely wouldn't forget.
OOC: I think we can fade away after he's down to his boxers ;) That's hopefully pg-13 stand point.. O.o Just letting you know haha FOR NOW NO DOUBT [/color][/size] that we were heading south[/font] [/center] |
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Post by jessamine on Jun 28, 2011 8:44:43 GMT
(((occ; already planning on it, lovely (: and sorry for takin so long, my muse has been dead x_x )))Jessamine loved how she was affecting him. She could feel it in every inch of his body as she kissed him. She felt goosebumps prick up on her skin as he pulled her dress off, and she trembled a bit as his fingers explored her body. She moved her hands from his chest to the waistband of his jeans. She skimmed the material until she came to the button and flicked it open, followed by the zipper. She helped him push his jeans down and then allowed her own fingers to explore his body.
After a few more minutes of kissing and feeling, she was about to scream from the burning in the back of her throat. She kissed her way down his neck again, pausing at the base where she could feel the blood pumping steadily. She could feel her fangs starting to poke out, and she gently skimmed the skin of his neck with them. Before he could react, she bit him, the blood starting to flow. OW! She gasped, pulling her teeth from his neck. His blood burned! Her tongue was searing and practically throbbing. But she didn't want to make it seem like a big deal, so she recovered quickly by pressing her lips to his again. The only thing that would make sense about this strange experience was that she was in bed with a firetamer. She couldn't think of any other species that would burn her like that, but it freaked her out nonetheless.
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The next morning Jessamine woke with a yawn, not wanting to open her eyes quite yet. When she finally did, she jumped at the sight of Damon next to her. She glanced under the blanket and nodded as the memory of last night came flooding back. With a sly grin she lay back against the pillows and looked over at the guy next to her. Dear Lord that had been a good night. She hadn't had that much fun in a very long time. However, she was starting to get a bit bored just laying there.
She moved so she was on her hands and knees and leaned over Damon, gently blowing in his ear before pressing a kiss to his jaw. Her fingers moved to his hair, where she tugged gently. "Morning sunshine!" She called quietly. She didn't mean anything by it, she was just bored. And she was hoping to maybe get another go in before he felt like leaving.
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