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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 11, 2007 23:08:14 GMT -5
TAG;; dougie STATUS;; complete | incomplete OUTFIT;; click. CHAT;; - _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
The sudden hankering for a sweet treat wasn’t a rare occurrence for her, it happened quite frequently really. Whenever Harper couldn’t sleep, she would wander the halls in whatever she went to bed in, even if it was simply her bra and underwear. Why bother to get fully dressed if no one was going to see you anyways? She didn’t worry about getting in trouble because no one was up at this hour; she hadn’t seen a single teacher or fellow student in any of her many midnight meanders. Last time she suffered from this minor case of insomnia, Harper wandered down to the library, odd for her, but there was nothing better to do; this time, an urge for something sweet came to her, and which place was better to satisfy the urge than the kitchen itself. Secretly, she found the culinary art utterly fascinating, but she never told anyone about it because she sucked at cooking, even in the microwave. Plus, if she did tell anyone, they would all think that she was some loser who just wanted attention. And Harper was not a loser.
She walked down the frigid hallway, her bare feet on the cold floor, her eyes well adjusted to the dark, both because she was a vampire and because she had been walking in the dark for more than a couple of minutes. Her eyes roamed the hall in front of her and her arms were crossed snugly across her chest, maybe she should have brought a sweatshirt. The thin black camisole and the boy shorts she was wearing didn’t provide much warmth. Oh well, too late now, Harper wasn’t going to walk all the way back to her dorm to pick up a sweatshirt; she could attempt to make something to warm her up in the kitchen. Maybe hot chocolate, or soup – no, she wanted something sweet, soup wouldn’t do – or she could raid the candy drawer and pig out. That sounded like a good idea, especially since she hadn’t done it since she had arrived, over a month ago, Harper was going to have her pig out party for the next few months. She thought about the now, not the after, if she did, she was sure that she would be so disgusted by herself that she’d puke, unintentionally. Oh well, Miss Valentine was the kind of person that lived in the now, not the future. Her self-criticism would come sooner or later, but it wasn’t something that was going to stop her from having a good time.
A metallic door straight ahead caught her attention, the kitchen; her pace quickened in hopes of reaching a warmer place and warm food, and when she stepped inside, she was not disappointed. Harper assumed that the room was more comfortable because of all of the stoves heating up the room during the day time; perhaps it was just luck that had kept the room warm for her appearance. She moved towards the end of the long room, opening the top cabinet, revealing shelves of assorted sweets and desserts, Harper went for the hot chocolate and marshmallows, grabbing a lollipop as well (it just looked so god damn tempting). Next, she took a mug out of the shelf to her left, then traveling to the refrigerator where she filled the mug with milk and poured the hot cocoa mix on top, followed by a quick stir. All that she needed to do now was stick it in the microwave, put in the correct time, and wait. Harper turned around to the counter and groaned the hot chocolate mix package was gone: she had thrown it away. To most people, this might not be such a dilemma, but Harper Grace Valentine was not going to stick her hands into the trash can, that was just unsanitary. After all, all she would have to do is put in an amount of time and wait, three minutes sounded about right. The vampire set the cup in the middle of the microwave and punched in ‘3:00’ and pressed start, the light came on and the microwave began to do its job; maybe she wasn’t such a bad chef after all.
Harper stepped away from the microwave and hoisted herself up onto the metallic cooking surface, opening the lollipop as she waited for her three minutes to be up. Mmm, a cherry Blow-Pop, her favorite as a child. Her thoughts began to wander as the lollipop shrank, but the beeping of the microwave drew her out of her reverie. Harper slid off of the counter and opened the microwave, expecting to see her masterpiece ready for the drinking. She let out a shriek, forgetting that it was the middle of the night, all that she was concerned about now was the burned liquid stuck to the bottom of the school microwave. Ew, what the hell was she going to do now?
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 12, 2007 23:59:33 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font][/center] Flipping over to the other side of his bed, the snoring still continued to buzz in his ear. He was going to kill whoever was making that infernal sound. He wished for it to stop, but he knew that, once he mae it stop, it would just start back up again. What a waste of energy and time. It was rather odd, if you were to look at it, why would someone like this young lad, whom just happened to be a vampire, would want to sleep during the night? Well, his sleep schedule was quite out of whack, seeing as he need to learn during the day, it was obvious that he had to sleep during the night. Although, sometimes you just can't shake the habit. Sitting up in bed, an aggrivated growl erupted from his thraot, he just wanted some sleep. The young man threw off his covers, revealing the happy face boxer shorts that he was wearing. Soon, a low growling noise bubbled in his stomach, he was hungry. Well, nothing better to do then go for a bit of a walk down to the kitchens to get a quick bite to eat. The blond haired boy grabbed a pair of jeans and threw them on before walking towards the door. He knew just where his destination was and he had no fear of getting caught. You would think a student would have a fear of getting caught by a teacher or a superior, but Dougie knew there was no patrol after cerfew.
Reaching the door to his dorm, the snoring still filling the silent air, he reached for the door handle. Twisting it, slowly until the firmiliar click was present. Once he heard it, he pulled the door open and slid out of the dorm, his bare chest now exposed to the slight chill that was in the hallway of the boy's wing. That damn scratch from that werewolf was still there, stupid moon-howlers. It was still somewhat fresh, but it didn't hurt as much as it did when he was in the abandoned guest rooms with Lexi. He flipped his blond bangs away from her bright blue eyes as he took soft steps towards the kitchens to satify his needs. Dougie didn't look like your typical vampire, light hair, bright eyes and not-so-pale skin. However, he was, in fact, a vampire. He sucked blood and love the taste of it. He was a very special vampire, he had a sin. Wrath. He was given this sin as a supposed gift from his father, whom was dead and gone now. This 'sin' gave him special perks that most vampires didn't usually get. He was able to shapeshift into whom and whatever her wished to, as long as it breathed. He was also able to bite humans and not have to worry about them dying, unless he wished for them to die. Ah yes, the perks of being a vampire with one of the seven deadly sins. He absolutely loved it, he loved being a vampire, he loved being in control of someone's life, whether it ended or not. Sounds cruel doesn't it? But you would feel the same if you had that type of power in the palm of your hands.
Dougie Judiah Cleaver kept taking soft steps down the halls of Collingwood Secondary, making sure not make any noise that would disturb any other sleeping students, especially if that student were a werewolf. Keeping his eyes focused in front of him, his hands still dug deep into his pockets, he wished there was someone else to be there with him. He was getting a feeling of lonliness and the chill from the night air didn't exactly help him. It wouldn't be long until he would reach the kitchens and be able to get himself someone for a quick bite. Maybe some soup? Or a cup of coffee? Dougie didn't know. He would make his mind up once he got to the kitchens. The floor was cold on his bare feet as he walked passed the library, telling him he was rather close to the kitchens and that much closer to satifaction. Ah sweet food. He knew it wouldn't add up to the taste of blood, but it would be good enough. However, if there were to be another vampire there, whom was a girl, he could obviously just have a nibble on her. if not, he would have to restrain himself for just a while longer until he could find Harper or Lexi.
Dougie wasn't a man whore. Fuck no. He was a charming, generous young man with morals and respects himself and women. However, he is caught up between two girls at the present moment. There was Harper, the girl whom he had given his heart to and she stole it away from him before chewing it and spitting it back out. Although, she decided that they were to stay friends and have fun whenever the opportunity presented itself. Lexi was a human, a beautiful human, but a human none-the-less. She was funny, charming and was smarter than people gave her credit for. One problem, she's with someone. Although they fool around all of the time, Lexi hasn't gotten the courage to leave him yet. So, now the question was, who to pick? Stand up to Harper and tell her how much he still loved her? Or Lexi and tell her to break up with her boyfriend so she could be his and only his. Dougie didn't know anymore, neither did he want to care. But, he did. He wanted both of them, but he knew that would never happen, not in a million years. A sigh left Dougie's lips as his pace quickened, seeing the metallic doors that lead to the kitchens.
Reaching an arm out, his fingers enclosed around the handle before he used his muscles to pull the giant door open. The door made no sound, which Dougie found odd for the fact that it was such a large door. He peered inside, hearing a shriek just as he did so. His eyes landed upon Harper, one of the girls whom he was having a trouble chosing over. Great. Dougie raised an eyebrow and stepped in all of the way, closing the door behind him. He looked back towards harper, seeing her lack of clothing sort of made him feel like it was a good idea to actually get out of bed. He grinned and walked towards the girl, "Well, well, well. Harper Valentine. Isn't it a bit late for you to be out of bed?" he asked, stopping beside her and leaning on the counter. He noticed the mess she had made in the microwave and he stood up straight once more, "Here, let me help." he stated. He looekd around and found a wet cloth hanging on the fosette on one of the taps. He walked back over to Harper and her microwave before cleaning up the stick mess that she had made. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 14, 2007 19:43:08 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete CHAT;; - _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
Ideas whirred around in her head, maybe she should just leave the mess, no one would be able to connect it to her, and it wasn’t like they were going to check for fingerprints or anything. The vampire popped a handful of marshmallows into her mouth while she thought of how to clean up her mess, the sticky mess was getting harder and harder by the second, if she didn’t act soon, and she might as well not try. Harper was getting ready to move for the paper towels when she heard the door click, for just a split second, she felt her heart jump, begin beating faster, adrenaline coursing into her veins like it always did when she was surprised. Her muscles tensed and she whirled around, oh! What a pleasant surprise, Dougie Cleaver, shirtless.
“You’re one to talk, Mr. Cleaver,” she teased. “Returning from a late night booty-call?” Harper smiled at her own question, it would be more suitable for that question to be answered by her, after all, she did get around, and most of her few free nights were spent in the kitchen. She turned her head to look at the wall clock, 2:24 AM, it wasn’t that late, but late enough for no one else besides the two vampires to be up and walking around the school. Some peace and quiet with Dougie, interesting. Harper looked back to her friend and saw him finish cleaning the mess she had made. Gah! He made it look so easy. Oh well, the mess was cleaned up and the only evidence that there ever had been was a dirty cloth, it wouldn’t arouse much suspicion, there were often little things left behind at the end of the day. “Thank you, you’re such a sweetheart,” Harper leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek as a reward. She liked rewarding people for their good deeds, even if her rewards weren’t usually the type of rewards that people would think of, the boys just kept on coming back. The girls? They would just get to go on a shopping trip, not nearly as thrilling.
Her and Dougie’s relationship was complicated to say the least. Their first meeting was intense; it started out as a simple detention and then it turned into a make-out session, and then it just escalated from there. Harper had planned to just leave it at that, a simple fling that wasn’t so uncommon for her, but Dougie surprised her and asked her to be his girlfriend. Talk about sudden. But she surprised herself and said yes, for whatever reason, perhaps it was just based off that she had been impressed by his performance and that she wouldn’t mind having him all to herself – something that Harper rarely had. Their relationship grew more than she had expected and the two became close friends while dating at the same time. Just a few short weeks after they called themselves a couple, Harper broke it off. It was sudden and unexpected, but she felt herself doing something that never happened to her, it denied who she was: lust didn’t love.
They have remained close friends while still having a little fun every-once-in-a-while, small kisses weren’t uncommon in public, and in private, they got a little carried away at times. Harper liked their relationship the way it was now, but at the same time, she wanted more, she didn’t want to share him with that other girl she had heard about, Lexi. She didn’t really know what to think anymore, was it at all possible that she, Harper Grace Valentine, Little Miss Lust, had fallen for someone? She kept on telling herself that it wasn’t true, that all she wanted out of him was the sex, that she just wanted him because he was Dougie, because she was jealous. Was it love she was feeling? Stupid love, what a complicated matter; Harper didn’t do too good with complicated, she preferred the straightforward.
Maybe she should come down to the kitchens more often, maybe she would bump into Dougie more that way, maybe- What the fuck was she thinking? Was she really starting to think of ways to get with him more? What had she come to? There were plenty of guys that were lined up waiting for her, why was she thinking so much about him? Oh well, it didn’t matter. Live in the present, live in the now. Her thoughts rushed back to the situation at hand. Her friend was in the kitchen, he must have come down here to do something other than clean up a pile of sticky hot cocoa mix. “Hungry?” Harper questioned, holding out the bag of marshmallows, a mischievous grin crossing her lips. There were so many different meanings for the word ‘hungry’ nowadays, even more for a vampire; she used the most obvious, but didn’t leave the others unmentioned, instead, she portrayed them with her facial expressions. Harper let her eyes wander down his form, reveling in the fact that he had failed to put a shirt on. Good boy, his training was going well; you might just never know when an opportunity would present itself.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 14, 2007 21:11:18 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font][/center] Dougie figured he didn't look too appealing, his messy hair, big gash on his torso. It was odd how girls always looked amazing, even when they had probably just gotten out of bed. It also helped if they were hardley wearing anything, kind of like how Harper was right now. Boy shorts and a slim camosol was a rather appealing thing to Dougie. He raised an eyebrow ay her lack of clothing, only to have a grin cross his face. The fact that the two of them were to bump into each other this late at night was a rather pleasent surpise in his case. He had been looking for some pleasure in his life and Harper was just the person to give it to him. It was her that had partially stolen his heart even though he knew it was wrong to fall for the sin of lust. Although, these two should get along better than expected, considering Dougie is the sin of Wrath. The sex was always amazing, whenever they got around to it, which wasn't exactly as often as you might think. On a night like this one, it was mostly likely going to happen.
After he had finished cleaning up her sticky mess, getting some of it on himself, he felt her lips on his cheek. It was a reward most guys would kill for, but Dougie got them all of the time. He got them from a lot of girls, especially Lexi and Harper, as well as a few other girls who had little things for him. But, once again, Dougie was not a man-whore. He never slept with anyone other than the two girls he was rather confused about. He knew that if he got intwined with Harper again, he was going to get his heart broken. So what as the point in even being with her at all? It was the lust, the damn sin that made it just that much harder for Dougie to resist her. It wasn't like it already wasn't hard enough for the poor boy, but she had to have that damn look in her eye, the smirk, everything, he just wanted her to get out of his head. He wanted her to leave him alone so he could focus on Lexi and how she wanted him and was going to dump her boyfriend for him. But no. Harper always invaded his thoughts when he was with her and it got him so mad. He usually would go back to his dorm and nearly tear it apart. Why were things so complicated?
The relationship between the two of them was kind of complex. Dougie had met her while the two of them were in detention for talking in class. After the teacher had left, the lips of teh two teenagers collided and didn't stop colliding until the teacher had come back. This happened a couple times more until Dougie finally asked the young lady on a date, where she had said yes. The two had been togetehr for a while until, out of nowhere, Harper had decided to end the relationship. Dougie was, somewhat, torn and shocked by this. However, he had gotten over it, well, mostly, and had decided that being friends with Harper than not having her in his life at all. But, he had been getting those feelings again, those dreaded feeling that were haunting him and making him sick to his stomach. He wanted her out of his head and out of his life, but he couldn't do that to her. He wanted her, he wanted her asa lover and a friend, but she refused to feel the same. Once again, something aggrivated the hell out of Dougie. He felt strong feelings for this girl and she was off with other boys making them want her and then leaving them after just having a taste. Unfortunatly, Dougie was one of them.
A chuckled erupted from Dougie's throat as she asked about a late-night-booty call. He figured she asked him that because she was the one who wanted a booty-call, "If you call getting into a fight with a werewolf a booty-call, then yes." he stated and leaned on the counter, watching her take a bite out of a marshmellow. He knew that things were going to get carried away tonight, but would he actually let her do that to him? Maybe tonight would be the last strawt and he would be able to actually push away form her and make his point. Maybe he could finally let go of her and move on to Lexi, someone whom actually cared for him and wouldn't toy with his heart. He pushed himself off the counter and walked towards her, grabbing a marshmellow and throwing one in his mouth. He didn't say anything, he just chewed and swallowed.
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 15, 2007 18:08:30 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete CHAT;; sorry that i couldn't post last night, my internet was being weird again. _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
She felt his eyes on her partially clothed figure and Harper knew that he liked what he saw, who wouldn’t? To any eyes, she was the pure form of lust, of sex appeal. Sometimes she liked to think of herself as walking sex; yes, it was a bit vain, but it was just part of her pride coming out, everyone possessed it, no need to be ashamed. The vampire tried, for just a second, to look at the situation from Dougie’s point of view and then and only then did she realize how strange it would have looked had she been any other person. Harper came to the conclusion that either a) she had stopped by the kitchen for a bite to eat after a booty-call, or b) came to the kitchen to prey upon the chef’s for a new sexual experience. She almost laughed out loud at the second one, especially since most of the chef’s at the school were middle-aged and overweight; it wasn’t exactly her idea of a booty-call.
The female’s eyes wandered across his perfectly designed features once again and it was just as tasty the first time, which was an extremely rare case for Harper. Usually, she grew bored with a certain man after the second time around, if not the first, but she and Dougie had spent plenty of time together, in and out of bed, and every time she saw him, she couldn’t help but admire his body. She felt her insides starting to rip herself apart, what frustration this was! She didn’t love him, it just wouldn’t make sense, and even if she did love him, all he would take it as would be Harper trying to get in his pants more often, which was only part of the reason why she wanted to be his girlfriend. Ick! Had she just thought that? Had Harper really just told herself that she wanted to be someone’s girlfriend? It didn’t make sense, it couldn’t be true, and it wasn’t. Her stubborn side fought against her heart and her stubbornness was beating her heart to a bloody pulp.
Harper heard his comment and let a small smile peal across her face. Ah yes, the werewolves: Dougie had issues with them. She saw it like this: Dougie either had issues with a given person or species, was good friends with them, or didn’t acknowledge their existence, what else would you expect from him, he was the sin of wrath after all. It made sense, really, there was a war going on between the two species and it was reasonable for a vampire to despise a werewolf and vice versa. But Harper didn’t feel this urge to rid the planet of the werewolf kind, they could be annoying at times and most definitely did not smell the best, but she didn’t have any personal grudges against them. She thought that werewolves were there to simply exist, no real purpose except to cause the occasional conflict in a belligerent vampire’s life, like Dougie for example. “I didn’t know you were so kinky…” Her voice trailed off and she cast a glance back up at him, a coy smirk now present; her sin was now preparing to take control since the battle with the heart was over – for now.
With a weak attempt, her heart stalled her advancement, but her suggestive tones remained strong, much to her hearts disapproval. “So, who told you?” She asked, and anticipating his confusion, she continued, “Who told you that I’d be down here, half naked, waiting for my Prince Charming to rescue me?” Harper took a step closer to him, enjoying the closeness without physically touching – another rare moment for Harper Valentine. Her eyes searched his and another jolt in her chest urged her to simply lay her head on his chest, perhaps her heart was stronger than she thought. But the stubborn side returned, warding off the impulse so she was simply standing in front of him, looking into his blue eyes.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 15, 2007 20:57:03 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font][/center] Nothing was going to stop his bright blue eyes from wondering her flawless body. He was a horny teenage boy, what do you expect? However, having some sort of control, he managed to force his eyes to focus on her face, which was just as nice to look at. Dougie was somewhat ashamed of himself, for wnating a girl like Harper. She was everything he really wasn't interested in, then again, neither was Lexi. Both of them had a reputation of being easy and Dougie was totally against any woman disrespecting their body like that and letting boys do that to them. He hated the thought of people having more than just one partner, so why was he torn against two girls who did just that? Well, Harper was kind of understandable, she was the sin of lust, after all. But Lexi, what made her so appealing? What made him long for her so? He knew that she was easy and that she wanted guys for sex. He knew that she would probably leave him after a while and would get bored of him if they were to ever go out with one another. But there was something about her. She was more genuine when she was around him, not when they were in public of course, but when they were alone. Then it hit him, was she being like that because she knew that she was getting sex out of it? No. She wouldn't do that, would she?
The young vampire could smell the blood running through her veins, it smelt good. He wanted to have her in his arms, his teeth sinking into her soft skin and the feeling of hot blood trinkling down the sides of his mouth. Not all that attractive if you were a human, but for a vampire, this was one of the most sexual things you could do. It made the arousal rise within you, make your blood tempurature rise and make you do crazy things you thought you would never do. Sometimes the smell of blood was so intoxicating, so tempting, that he had to restrain himself within his dorm, keeping his dorm mates out so they wouldn't get harmed by his impulses. See, vampires had to deal with those sot of things too. Not only werewolves had to fight temptation. Dougie watched Harper's movements, all of them seeing as if they were choriographed and pre-mediated, they were just so graceful and perfect. His eyes watched her hips move as he thought about the nights that they spent together when they were a couple. He thought they meant something more than just sex, apparently they didn't. It hurt Dougie, but he had gotten over it and sucked it up, like a man.
To be perfectly honest, Dougie had absolutely no issues with werewolves. This one obviously had a problem with vampires, seeing as it attacked him first. He had no real reason to hate werewolves, except for the war going on between the two races. However, he knew that him, and six others wee going to be needed once they had gotten out of highschool. They were going to risk their lives to save their race. But why? Why did these two races hate each other so much? What did they do to each other to have the tension grow this much? Dougie didn't know and he didn't think he wanted to know. That fight took a lot out of him, though. Those furry creatures were not very cuddly, that was for damn sure. He didn't kill the thing, he wounded it pretty badly though, not wanting to kill anyone but also not wanting to get killed in the process. He figured the only reason why had gotten out of that fight alive, was because of his sin, Wrath. It gave him a massive strengthening and he pushed the beast off him as if it was nothing. He felt kind of bad about it, though, even though he had no right to. I guess that was just the way Dougie worked. His attention turned back to Harper, a grin on her face which transfured to him, "Oh, I can be kinky." he replied and chuckled softly. He didn't actually know how to be kinky, but he was open to many things.
He felt her presence get closer before he heard her soft foot hit the cold kitchen floor. She had taken a step closer to him. He knew what she wnated, but was he actually going to give it to her? The smell of her blood was starting to really get to him, he hadn't had a drop of blood in his system for so long. He needed this. But was he going to go for it? He raised an eyebrow at her next statement, slightly confused, "What do you mean?" he asked. He stayed confused until she finished her statement. She was a sly one, that Harper. He grinned softly and looked around before he looked back at her, "Oh, you mean me?" he asked and chuckled softly, taking one step towards her, "Hmm, what am I saving you from, exactly?" he asked and grinned once more. He was just toying with her now, playing jack ass just for a moment so she would want him more and more. He knew she would beg for him if he played this game long enough.
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 17, 2007 18:08:33 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete CHAT;; ah! i love my post, for whatever reason. :] _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
The small space that was in between the two was virtually demolished to nothing as the other vampire took a step closer to her. She could hear and feel his uneven breaths, she could see the desire in his eyes, and his words came too. His lyrics entered her ears and she felt a small shot of anger shoot through her veins as it always seemed to do when someone teased her, even if it held sexual innuendos. What was this? Was Dougie the one doing the teasing, the egging on? She was the teaser, she always was, no exceptions. Tsk tsk tsk, he should know better by now; but some boys just never learn. Maybe it was part of the reason why she was stuck on him, why she couldn’t get enough of him. He was different and didn’t always respond in the way she would expect, but in the end, the prize was always the same. With Dougie, however, it was on a much greater scale.
The female confused herself so much at times, her heart was telling her to do one thing and her body was telling her the complete and utter opposite. Any mortal would go with their heart, but for them it was so much easier. Harper had to fight against herself, literally. Since she had been the chosen one to carry the sin of lust, she had been consumed by it, changing who she was entirely. Most of her childhood friends would probably call Harper a kind, loving, and slightly shy person, if only they saw her now. There were times when she just wanted to break down and cry, but she couldn’t, her body wouldn’t allow herself that kind of humiliation. One day, it would all just have to pour at. But when would that day come? And who would be in her presence to witness such a breakdown? Harper never wanted that day to come, but at the same time, she yearned for it. So then everyone would understand what she had been going through all sixteen years of her life.
A smile played across her face as she prepared herself for a reply, now was a perfect time for one of her favorite things, a riddle. Oh the joy of riddles, she loved them to pieces and they were just as fun to make up than they were to solve. Tonight, she would give Dougie one. Maybe he wouldn’t see it as one and just let it slide, or maybe he would push past what was on the surface and understand the words that were hidden beneath. So she began her short reply, which would mean oh so much or simply pass as insignificant words of Harper. “Perhaps you’re saving me from myself,” she paused. “Perhaps from an eternity of loneliness,” she paused once more. “Or perhaps you’re no Prince Charming and you’ve come to slay the beast the lies within me.” Her sentence held so many different meanings, but she doubted that Dougie would understand them. The first, saving her from herself. It was simple enough, Harper needed to be saved from her sin, lust, it and the stubbornness along with it were the only two things from telling him those special three words, words that would mean everything and either strengthen or destroy their relationship. The second, saving her from an eternity of loneliness. It was her heart breaking through her flirtatious tones, she wanted someone to hold her, not just in bed; but Dougie would most likely interpret it as she wanted someone to be in bed with, every night. And last, but most definitely not least, was the most complicated. Maybe Dougie was the one she was supposed to fall for, pour her heart out to and then have reject her, break her fragile heart; her reputation would be ruined, even if he didn’t tell a soul. Lust would exist no more.
Harper remained in place, just centimeters away from his bare chest, contemplating on what to do. But she never thought about what she was getting ready to do, she just did it, acted on impulse. Apparently she was a bit off tonight. Something told her just to leave, take the night and keep it to herself, but her powerful sin kept her in place. Her previously dazed eyes returned to their normal manner, a glint of mystery held within their hazel depths. She wanted him, yes, but she wasn’t going to grovel yet, she wasn’t that easy; years of experience paid off. The female stuck her hands out, daring to touch his stomach and then crawl up his chest then to wrap around his neck, pulling his head closer to hers. “Tell me, what are you thinking about?” She whispered, it might seem like a strange question for her to ask, but it made perfect sense. Dawdle around the destination, stick a toe in every so often, but simply avoid it and act as though it wasn’t even in her mind. A new action was taking place now, the mischievous glint quickly transformed into an innocent one, wide and somewhat glossy, and ever so trusting. And what was the destination, you might ask? Well wasn’t that bit of information a bit obvious?
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 17, 2007 20:47:45 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] WORD COUNT: one thousand two hundred fifteen SCRIPT: That took a while.[/center] He knew her all too well, her eyes were telling him everything. She was confused, but what about? What the hell was there to be confused about? He was standing right in front of her, almost begging for her to be his. He was basically giving himself to her, his body, his soul, even his heart if she hadn't stolen it and stepped on it. She had hurt him so badly and here he was, still craving for her and giving her the 'privilage' of toying with him. He would never give the girl a chance to sleep with him when they had been togetehr as a couple before. But Harper was just such a beautiful girl, such a seductress, he needed her like he needed air and water. If only she felt the same about him; if only she knew what kind of torture she had been putting him though since she had left him. He couldn't even stand the thought of another guy touching her, let alone kiss her or hold her in such a way that would give her pleasure. Dougie wanted her to himself, he wanted to be the one to hold her, comfort her, kiss her and keep her safe from any harm that might come upon her. He wanted her to know that she could always come to him if anything happened and that he would make it go away. Although he longed for those things, he knew that it would never happen. Harper was not the type of girl to let her emotions go, she kept them locked away in a safe until she was alone. He wished she wouldn't keep them locked up, or at least not to him. He wanted to know what was going on in her head, even if it was something he wouldn't understand, he wanted to know.
If she would just trust him to protect her, then she would see that he was the one for her. She would realise that she actually was her prince chamring and that he was here to save her from the wicked people of the world. Only until she realised that cetain thing, would Dougie truely let her have his whole heart. Once he gave it to her, she could do anything to it; she would rip it into peices, she could step on it, she could give it away, he didn't care. All he cared about was that she had it just for a while, just for a precious moment. He wanted her to know that he would do anything for her, he would do anything to make her happy, to make her smile that bubbly smile that he loved so much. She only showed it once in a while, but he loved it and savoured it in his mind every time she did. Sure her seductive smile was pretty too, but it wasn't as genuine as her bubbly smile. It was if she hardley ever had fun, real fun. She was always trying to hard to be seductive and sexy, as if she let her sin take over her life. Dougie let his sin take him over once in a while, when he wished to hurt someone, but no time other than that. He was never conceided and never really had a high ego. He was always out there and trying to make people laugh, not to say he was arrogant once in a while, but everyone is. Everyone has their flaws and Dougie certainly has his fair share. But Harper always looked at if she was being too hard to be perfect, trying too hard to make everyone happy. It hurt him, it really did. He wanted Harper to make herself happy, rather than other people happy.
His thoughts faded away when he heard her soft, seductive voice. Her choice of words made his heart melt, he could tell she had something running through her head. Dougie looked down at the girl in front of him and gazed into her eyes. He reached a hand out and pushed a stray strand of hair away form her perfect face, as if it made it easier for him to see what she was thinking. The young Vampire shook his head, "I can't save you from yourself. Only you can save yourself." he whispered. He wanted to answer all of her senerios, eliminating certain things that could have been running through her pretty blonde head, "You'll never be lonely. You have everyone you need." he added and grinned softly, hoping he was helping her, subconciously, "And, whether you like it or not, I am your prince charming." he added and leaned his head down, resting his forehead on hers. Maybe he was acting a bit too boyfriend-ish than he should be, but they were alone, what did it matter? If Harper thought he was beoing to deep, she would push him away, just like she did everytime he got a bit more serious than her liking. Honestly, Dougie would keep doing it because he cared for this girl just that much, even though he had no right to. Then again, she didn't treat him like crap, she didn't push him aside for another boy and she always taked to him when he greeted her. He pulled his head back up to it's normal state, but kept his eyes on the dazzling girl in front of him. How could anyone deserve someone so beautiful? He knew he didn't.
Harper's soft touch always got to him. Her gentle fingers running up his skin gave him goosebumps, making his spine shiver slightly. It was her sin, lust. It clouded his mind and confused his heart. He knew he shouldn't be falling for her so hard, but the sin of Wrath couldn't help himself, he needed her. Dougie knew she didn't need him, but he didn't care, he needed her. The eighteen year old boy listened to her question, his eyes closing as she brought his head down to her's. He thought about what he would said. Usually it would be a witty response that was meant in a sexual way. But Dougie was more sesetive at the moment, seeing as it was late he was kind of tired. Dougie did something he didn't think he would ever do; he lifted his hands, taking them in hers and pulling them off his neck, "I'm thinking about how I can't do this..." he whispered, opening his eyes and looking into hers, "I can't do this, Harper." he added and gulped softly. He dropped her hands, but kept his hands enveloping hers, "I can't be this close to you and know that you're thinking of another guy while you're here with me. I can't handle it when you kiss me but you really want to be with someone else." he explained. He completely shocked himself. Dougie never thought he would have the courage to say something like that. He never thought he would ever be able to say the truth in front of the girl he had been head over heels with the moment he had laid eyes on her. He wanted her to be his and only his, "I can't have only half of you." he added before letting go of her hands. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 18, 2007 13:43:02 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete CHAT;; i like my post again, surprising because i thought that it was going to suck ass compared to yours. (tell me if it still does) _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
The male’s words brought some comfort to her, they weren’t the exact answers she was hoping for, and actually, Harper hadn’t really expected anything. His first response seemed to be no help at all, the only comfort was that Dougie had faith in her, and that gave her confidence. His second didn’t help so much, she had everyone she needed, everyone she needed for sex, but no one to be hers. But his third made up for all of the failure in the first two replies, he would always be her Prince Charming. He still wanted her. A smile, a true smile broke out on her lips and she felt true happiness for just a minute. But of course, all good things must come to an end, and the end was awfully close. Dougie’s reply crashed all of her hopes and dreams.
His first sentence flowed out of his lips, and it contained something that she hadn’t expected, at all. It was a rejection. Harper’s jaw almost dropped as he continued; he wasn’t just denying her tonight, but for the rest of eternity. For a minute, she almost felt like crying, and she nearly did, but her almighty sin took charge and reacted in the way that she would if some possible fling material had just rejected her; persuasion, then anger. Well tonight was a bit different, her heart seemed to be much stronger than ever before – for whatever reasons – and so she skipped the lusty part and went straight to anger. Her blood pressure began to rise within her, she was getting ready to blow up, but then he continued talking. So as he started his final statement, Harper just sat there, brooding until his finished when she would rip his fucking head off for what he had done to her, for his blindness. In reality, almost no one would understand what she was going through, there was one exception though, the other who was cursed with lust would understand perfectly; one problem though, he was a werewolf. Dougie had stopped speaking and Harper still sat there, her anger building and almost peaking, but then – in all the silence – his words settled in. ”I can’t have only half of you.” At this point in time, all of her anger seemed to melt away and all she wanted to do was cry, cry and cry and cry. Ultimatum. This was it, Dougie was giving her the chance to make or break their more-than-friends relationship. Decisions? Harper sucked at them and now here was a major, probably once-in-a-lifetime decision just standing right in front of her, in all its perfection; beautiful blue eyes, shaggy blonde hair, Dougie.
What exactly was he asking of her? Harper knew, but how the fuck could he? Dougie didn’t know how hard it was for her to not bang every hott guy in site, especially during periods of emotional stress. If only he could imagine being turned on, horny, twenty-four seven, but not being able to do a single thing about it – you just have to fill that desire. At first, she was able to deny the urges, and managed to carry on with her own life, but eventually, it all built up and tackled her. She played the incubus for a night; she preyed on attractive men, had sex with them, and then fed on them, killing each and every one. The worst part was that when she woke up the following morning, she could barely remember what had happened, but only that she felt the best she had in her entire life, since she had been given her sin. It was the transformation of Harper and a well-learned lesson; either satisfy your sin or pay the price, if you ignored it, it would all come down on you one day and you would be at your knees, tending to it’s every want and need, even if you would ever think of doing such horrid things in your normal state of mind. But when you’re controlled by your sin, it’s worse than being drunk, it’s almost like being in a dream, you see everything happen, but you can’t do anything about it, and in the morning, you don’t always remember it.
Her slender hands felt cold, empty and alone. It was as if she were the only person left standing in the kitchen now, even though Dougie was standing right in front of her. Harper’s eyes glossed over and she stared right passed her friend, tears began to well up in her eyes, but she made no move to hide them. A war was raging on inside of her, despite her emotionless face – with an exception of her eyes, of course – it was either her heart, or her sin. The sin was here to stay, that was for sure, and she couldn’t rid herself of the burden in any way shape or form. But what was she to do? Risk another incubus moment, for Dougie? Who knew, maybe Dougie would end up being one of her victims. It probably made no sense to him, but how could it? It made absolutely no sense to anyone, except for Harper and her counterpart, and it barely made sense to Harper. He was asking her to ditch who she was, what made her special, what she had been chosen to carry, what she had chosen to be. It was the same thing to ask her to cut herself in half; impossible. Every part of her wanted Dougie, her sin wanted him, of course, because he was most definitely a fine piece of meat; her heart wanted him for so many different reasons, many of them too hard to explain, but mostly, her heart wanted him because he was who he was. He was Dougie.
Her heartfelt thoughts were most rudely interrupted by some nasty words, spewing from her own mouth. “You know what? I don’t need you,” she paused, her outside totally transformed into a face of pure hatred, but her insides were simply screaming out to Dougie to not pay attention to the words that were coming out of her own mouth. “Go find yourself some other fuck buddy, we’re done.” Her words were cold and icy, but Harper felt her face turning red, her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, trying to escape and cling to the male, telling him not to leave her, that she needed him, she truly did. “Dougie…” Harper whispered, pained. It was a pathetic attempt, but it was all that she could manage. She reached to take his hands back in hers, but almost mechanically, they were pulled back to her sides. The stress was too much; an incredibly hott guy was standing in front of her, shirtless; and her body was fighting between two very different decisions. A new voice came through her lips, it wasn’t hurt, it was strong and proud; there was no fear of losing him any more, only anger. “You don’t understand, you never will. Poor Harper here has some issues. She doesn’t know whether to trust me, which is most definitely the better route, or whether to follow her pathetic little heart. Anyways, congratulations, you’re the dick head of the year.” Harper wasn’t talking about herself in third person, Harper didn’t exist any more, Harper and her heart went to sleep for the night. Lust was out and on the prowl.
The female sat, a prisoner inside of her own body, helpless and cold. Her heart let out a pathetic thump beside her and her voice echoed everywhere, if only she could summon the strength, to regain control of her own body. If only, she could stop the best that had taken control of her body, if only she could stop the massive onslaught that would begin once she had left Dougie. The only thing that Harper took solace in was that she knew that lust wasn’t interested in Dougie, not yet anyways. With that in mind, she just gave up; there was no more energy in her, no more hope. She would be this wretched monster for the rest of her life, for all eternity. And Dougie would leave her, to be stuck alone inside of herself, watching as Lust took over the world, one soul at a time.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 18, 2007 16:18:37 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] WORD COUNT: one thousand five hundred thirty-three SCRIPT: PFFT! Are you joking. I dunno if I can even make A QUARTER as good as yours. -grumbles- ATTIRE: [without the hair][/center] He'd blown it, hadn't he? How could he evern think that Harper would want to be in a relationship with him? He should have just kept what was given to him, rather than go ahead and open his fat mouth and ruin everything. She was going to just walk away from him and give him up. Why would she stay with him anyways? She had a million other guys lining up to have just a taste of the phorbidden fruit. He hated himself right now. He hated himself even though he hadn't even gotten the answer. Why? Because he knew exactly what she was going to say to him. Maybe not exactly, but something along the line of that. He knew he was going to get rejected, he knew she was going to be shocked; she had never been rejected before. Dougie, unfortunatly, was the one to tell her that he couldn't be with her. He wanted to be with her, he just couldn't, it would hurt too much for him to handle it. He wanted to he hers and he wanted her to be his and only his. He wanted her to say that he loved him and that he was the only one for her. God he sounded liek a god damned broad. But that's what he was feeling right now, pure unhappiness. He just wanted her to realise what the hell she meant to him and that he would de absolutely anything for her, anything. He really thought he was in love with her and he probably was, considering the way that he had been thinking baout her recently. Sure, he had strong feelings for Lexi, but Harper was just the girl that he always, just always had on his mind.
He could see it in her eyes, she was pissed of to the point where she couldn't move. He was, to be honest, scared for his life. She was sin and the seven of them had all niticed that they could change their mood at any moment. They can lose their mind and let their sin take over their souls. Luckily for Dougie, it hardley ever had happened to him. He had killed a few people and his guilt caught up to him shortly afterward. But the taste of blood and the feeling of having power just felt and tasted so good. He needed it, he loved it, it took him over. But that was only when he was under a helpless amount of stress, like now for example. He would eventually lose control and go off to find his next victim, if Harper wasn't the one he got to first. Dougie wouldn't be able to kill her, ofcourse, she was a vampire herself, but he could deffinatly injure her. She was so much smaller than her was, he towered over her and was very much more muscular than she was. She looked so fragile when she wasn't allowing her sin to take her over. But trhe two of them could both put up a good fight once their sins had taken place and taken over their body and soul. He sort of wished he didn't have it. He wished he was just a human, not having to worry about that sort of thing. Then again, hhe could become a victim if he were to be a human, but if you were dead, you wouldn't have to worry about the guilt that haunted you after you died. The furies were deadly creatures, ones that greek Mythology said aunted you and tormented your dreams if you had sinned or killed one of your own family. Dougie had to deal with those winged creatures every night.
Her reply was nothing more than expected. She was pissed off. Her words stung him like alcohol on a fresh wound, probbaly liek the one of his chest. He was hurt, his heart was sinking, his stomach was churning. He wanted to make her shut up, but he would never lay a hand on her, he would never lay a hand on any lady. Dougie kept listening to her words, they weren't making much sense in his mind. She was talking about how she had issues, what a load of shit in his head. No. It wasn't shit. Was it starting? It couldn't be starting. Not now. Not in front of Harper. He could really hurt her and he didn't want to hurt her. Maybe lust could be a bitch, but if you were wrath, revenge, violence, it was hard to build up the strength to over come him. He turned into a complete monster and he couldn't even think straight. His mind became completely blackned out and he wouldn't even be able to see. His body would do as it wished and nothing could stop it. Well, very few things could stop it. However, he never used his words, it was always actions, brutal actions. But this time, he would use words, Harper meant a lot to him and he didn't wnat to physically hurt her. He wanted to make her realise that she was being an idiot for letting him walk away from her. He wasn't the best guy ever, but he was better than those other jerks out there. He knew that he would treat her right and would help her through anything. He wanted to be her boyfriend; he wanted to please her and give her anything she wanted. He would treat her as she deserved to be treated, like a princess.
He could feel his heart drop into his churning stomach, not liking what he was thinking. However, that heart ache turned into extreme anger. It was sudden, but it was still there. He wanted to pounce on her and try to knock some sense into her, but he couldn't. It was Harper, his Harper. He wanted that Harper to be in his arms, safe from harm, safe from her sin. He loved her. It was true, he did love her. He wanted to be with her, he needed her. Dougie took deep breaths, trying to control himself so he would be able to get a few words out until he finally lost it. His eyes let off a flash of red, showing that he, himself was starting to get angry. Dougie's sin was a bit more animalistic than the others, he'd snarl and go completely ape. He took a step closer to Harper, glaring down at her as she told him to go get another fuck buddy. For some odd reason, he got the sense that it wasn't exactly her talking. She wasn't this bitchy, Harper could be a bitch, but she was usually somewhat more sweet in a way. He clenched his fists and kept his eyes locked on her, waiting for her to finish her arguement until he got his few good words in. What was she trying to tell him, that he meant absolutely nothing to him? He saw that genuine smile when he todl her that he was always going to be her Prince Charming. He could tell there was still something there. So, now the question was, why was she hiding it from him? Why was she so afraid to be herself? Was it so wrong to want to have feelings for someone and just want to be with that someone without having someone else on the side? Dougie probably didn't understand what was going on in her pretty little head, but he wanted to find out and he wanted to find out soon.
He couldn't hold in his emotions anymore, he needed to tell her everything that was on his mind, how stupid she was being. He grabbed her shoulders so she couldn't go anywhere. His grup was tight, he didn't think it was too tight, but it might feel different to Harper. Honestly, at this moment, he didn't much care, he just wanted to get his point across, "Fine! I'll leave you alone. But just know that you let me go! You let go the one person who I know that you treat you the way you wanted to be treated! How can you be so stupid as to let your heart be overruled by your sin! You're pathetic." he spat at her before letting go of her and glared at her. He didn't know how the hell she was going to react, but he was scared. He wanted to just go back upstairs and go to sleep, try to forget everything that had just happpened. But he was happy, he was happy that he finally told her what he truely thought of her. Even though his statement was a tad bit hypocritical, he still meant it. She was pathetic. She was pathertic for letting her sin overrule her heart. He would never allow that to happen. But, then again, he didn't have to deal with the sin of lust. But Dougie wasn't going to let that change his mind, he was sticking with his statement. Besides, just because you had the sin of lust and you had to try to define the two, it didn't give her an excuse to not follow her heart. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 18, 2007 19:02:29 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete CHAT;; oh wow. a lot happens in this post, be prepared. ;] & sorry it's not al long as yours. _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
All she wanted to do was get rid of this guy and move on to the many unsuspecting prizes that lay beyond the metallic kitchen door. But no, he didn’t seem to be going anywhere, all he wanted to do was break poor Harper Valentine’s little heart. Hah, she deserved it; maybe she would learn not to give into such silly whims as love was. Maybe now she could return to her normal self, her strong self, who wasn’t afraid to go out and grab any guy, just because she could. The fun days would return, all Harper needed was a little egging on. Mission: Harper Personality Makeover would take place as soon as she got rid of this boy that stood in her way and seemed to mean so much to the weak, lovestruck Harper.
A firm and slightly painful grip woke Harper from her slumber; Dougie was clenching her shoulders so hard that she felt like they were going to fall off. Too bad it wouldn’t do anything to the beast that now controlled her body. “You’re one to talk.” The retort was short and sharp, but just as powerful. “Is Mister Cleaver getting a little angry?” She teased in a baby voice. The female stepped closer to him, closing the distance between the two once more. Her slender fingers stretched out and crawled up his stomach just as they had minutes before. Lust knew that either his body would give into temptation or he would simply blow up again, endangering her health. It was risky, but who didn’t enjoy a little risk? Her fingers began to move slowly down his chest, slower this time, pausing at his pant line, sticking a thumb under his smiley face boxers. They rested in between his skin and the fabric for a brief moment before they withdrew and moved back to her sides, but her eyes freely wandered his figure. Okay, so if you hadn’t noticed, she had decided that Dougie was too good to waste, and he was standing right in front of her, shirtless. Basically, he was just asking for it; asking for the one thing that she would gladly give him.
Meanwhile, Harper screamed at herself, but no one was there to hear her; she threw herself against the wall of the glass box that kept her contained, that kept her from taking control of her body once more. Then came his words; Dougie’s words hit her hard, like ice cold water right in the face to wake you up, was that really what he was thinking? Her heart nearly died, but surprisingly, no anger came through, just sadness and hurt. It was as if Dougie himself had stabbed her heart with a rusty blade and the infection was spreading. Spreading all over her heart; once it got to a certain point, there would be no more heart, no more love. No more Harper, just lust. It was coming true, he wasn’t her Prince Charming; she had fallen for him and had nearly given herself to him, but then it entered the scene and drove Dougie to say things that he only thought before, only kept to himself to be nice. The truth was out and biting and it bit her hard. Harper yearned to hear what he was thinking, even though it might just kill her, at least it would be the truth. She almost was going to let go, just to see how the painful scene would unfold, but the sin’s thoughts entered her own and she couldn’t allow it to happen. No, she wasn’t going to allow this, it was cheating, it was unfair, it was cruel. Bringing blood into the scene would change everything. That’s exactly why I’m doing it, sweetie. Lust entered her thoughts to give her the sinister message.
A finger moved to her mouth where two canines were now visible, she moved to prick her finger, but something caught the sin’s attention and a wicked smirk appeared instantaneously. “’Stop! You don’t know what you’re doing!’” She whined with eerie accuracy, perfectly mimicking Harper’s cries that invaded her thoughts. “Oh shut up, you’re the bitch, and you’ll be thanking me later.” She shot back, driving the pesky girl away from her mind. But Harper came back again, this time her voice was her own, it was weak, but was still her own. “Dougie, don’t leave…” Maybe he would stay, maybe he wouldn’t; but for her fellow student’s sake, she prayed that he would. Harper was fully aware what would happen as soon as Dougie left the room, she would soon follow and would make her way to the boy’s dorms. She would enter the first, sleep with its occupants, and then leave them bloodless. The massacre would begin again and would continue until Harper regained control of her own body, if she ever did.
Her last effort at regaining control had been stronger than before, but left her exhausted. Harper let go once more, she needed energy, and she needed blood. The transfixing liquid entered her mind, entered her thoughts. Blood. Blood. Blood. Blood was all that she could think about, it was all that she dreamed about in the short nap, she awoke to the maniacal laughter of her sin. No. Lust moved closer to Dougie, daring to rest her head against his chest, where his heart lay, the source of blood, the source of life. She inhaled, enjoying the sweet smell. Harper’s eyes widened, her nostrils flared, the animal inside of her taking over, giving her strength. For a minute, there was panic, panic within the sin, panic that the near beaten Harper would regain enough strength- then the panic was gone. Harper and her sin were one again.
One might think that this was a great thing, but no, it was quite on the contrary; this was one of the worst situations you could have. Harper didn’t do well when she was in a state of bloodlust, but if you throw in some lust and it’s probably the incubus all over again, except this time, Harper is conscious and fully aware of what she is doing, plans to do and has done. She lifted her head and stared at Dougie’s neck, the protruding blue veins looked oh so welcoming, so enticing. What would it take to knock Harper out of such a state? And when it happened, would she become a prisoner to her sin once more? How should I know? It hadn’t ever happened before.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 18, 2007 20:54:07 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] WORD COUNT: one thousand ninty-five SCRIPT: It was still fantabulous!! This one is rather erotic. ATTIRE: [without the hair][/center] Why was this so hard? He should just give her up and move onto Lexi. She was the one who actually wanted him back. She wanted him to be hers and only hers, no strings attatched; she was even willing to give up her current boyfriend for him. So why was he fighting for Harper? Why was he fighting for something that wasn't even worth an hour of his time? Well, the thing was, she was worth it; she was worth his life. She was unique, funny, sexy and genuine when her sin didn't have a hold over her. He felt terrible for choosing someone like Harper over someone like Lexi, who cared for him so much. He was torn within himself, having to chose between two different girls who were both very much worth it. Right now, it was deffinatly leaning towards Harper. He was fighting for her, so if he finally got her, it would be worth all of the while. However, if he lost her, he would still feel like he tried, even if it was for nothing. Harper just meant that much to him that he would waste his percious time just so he could convince her that he did, indeed, love her and care for her more than any other man could. It was odd how Dougie looked like the type of person who would be the total opposite. He looked like the type of person whom would be with several girls at a time then breaking each and everyone's hearts into a million peices and sweeping them up just to throw them out. But he was gentle, loving and respected women, knowing just how to treat them and make them feel like on in a million. That's just the way Dougie was raised.
His grip stayed firmly on her arms as he awaited her reply, knowing it would me something harsh and something that would cut deep into his soul. He kept looking at her and glared, "How am I 'one to talk'?" he asked, not really getting what she meant like that. How was he letting his sin take over? Oh yes, his hands. He released his grip and took a few steps back. He words just fueled his anger, making him ready to blow at any moment now. His sin was slowly taking over his mind and eating away at his soul, "Shut up." he growled and turned to her, his eyes flashing an enraging red that warned her to stay away from him. He didn't want to harm her, he just wanted to coninvce her. He wanted it to finally drill through her head so her sin wouldn't be in the way anymore. He loved her. He loved her, why wouldn't her heart see through the sin to see that he was there for her to help her. They both had the same problem, they had to deal with their sins, they both had to deal with the fact that they ruled over their minds once in a while. They understood each other. He ran a hand through his perfect blonde hair out of frustration. He just wanted to be able to walk away from her and go to Lexi for help, not linger around her and get his heart ripped out from his chest. That's what she was doing, she had forced her hand into his cheat and was violently tugging on his heart to rip it out. Who knew what she would do after she had succeeded in actually ripping it out. Would she give it to someone else, or start squeezing it until he was un able to breathe anymore? Dougie was worried.
He could hear her pleades as she took a few steps towards him, running her hands down his stomach and his pant line. It was and erotic feeling, but Dougie had to keep his head in the game, he couldn't let her win, not right now. Dougie's eyes closed for a moemnt, trying to re-gain focus before opening his eyes and looking at her as she pulled her hand away. She was so hard to resist, but he was maintaining focus. He noticed her eyes gazing upon his neck, there was no way she was ging ot try and take a bite out of him, she wouldn't dare, would she? That would end very, very badly. However, his eyes widened at the sound of her voice changing, what was happening? Why was she talking like that? The last thing she said was barely a whimper, but he heard it and he was going to follow it. He reached and hand out but pulled it back, scared he might get his hand bitten off by those pearly canines she had. He looked at her figure, that touch had set off something. He was trying so hard but he was eventually going ot give in and let her have him, it was inevitable. He was goign to try once more to get through to her, but then he was going to cave, he was goign to give in and give himself to her. But his sin was slowly taking over his body, slowly seeping into his brain and telling him to do things he really did not wish to do. His heart kept racing as her aroma entered his nostrils, damn her sin of lust, it was impossible to ignore. She was to tempting and she was right in front of him, ready to be taken. He could feel his hand edge towards her, ready to touch her and please her in every way she wished.
Dougie finally couldn't take it anymore, his hand reached up, gripping her neck before he tilted his head to the side. His canines sharpened and grew before he opened his mouth, leaning his head down to bite down on her soft, pale flesh. The blood trinkled into his mouth, it was the best taste he could ever get. His hand stayed on the other side of her neck, keeping it there so that she wouldn't be able to move away from him. His tongue slid over the tangy taste of blodd that he adored so much. The mixture of blood and saliva made his heart race even more, also being able to hear Harper's. It was beating rather fast, this just made the blood warmer and all the more delicious. His other hand gripped her hip, running his hand up her side, and her camosole along with it. His rouch hands could feel her soft, cold skin on his rough hands. All of this was clouding his mind, making him want her more and more. Now he had her, what was going to happen? Was he going to hurt her? Was she going to hurt him? It was uncertain when it came to vampires, especially vampires who held one of the seven deadly sins. Dougie felt the blood stop and the blood start to dry, this mean t it was time to pull away. However, he didn't, he kept his lips on her neck, kissing and nipping softly away at it as he kept his hands on her skin. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 18, 2007 23:54:46 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete CHAT;; silly vampire romance. xD _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
Bloodlust was a terrible thing and it was guaranteed to happen if a vampire hadn’t eaten in a while or simply had exerted such strenuous work – physical or emotional – unto themselves that they needed an energy boost, and there was no better energy boost than blood, rich with protein. Under normal circumstances, Harper wouldn’t be caught dead in a state of bloodlust; she was a responsible vampire and fed regularly to keep herself from spiraling downward into the deep abyss that she had managed to stick herself into at this point in time. Some vampires did better than others, some were virtually unfazed, some were somewhat moodier, and other, like Harper, went absolutely berserk.
It was quick and swift; she felt a stern hand on her neck and then a blur of blonde hair. The sudden contact of teeth and flesh pushed a gasp out of her and she waited for the smell and feel of her blood. First there was pain, a sharp, extremely powerful pain, but she didn’t feel only pain, there was also something else. Vampire bites human, pain. Vampire bites werewolf, pain. Vampire bites vampire, pure ecstasy. It was a vampire thing. Blood, thick, salty, rust scented blood. It entered the air, it filled her thoughts, it slid down her chest; blood was everywhere. The smell was everywhere, but she had none, Harper needed blood. She felt like she was going to go crazy, she didn’t want Dougie to stop, but she needed blood; his blood or her own blood, it didn’t matter. For the moment, she settled for the easiest access without disturbing Dougie; she bit down on her lip, easily piercing through the thin skin, a very small amount of blood trickled out, but it satisfied her for the moment. One moment later, she wanted more. Her lip wasn’t much, it wasn’t enough, there wasn’t enough blood flowing from her busted lower lip; she needed greater quantities, now.
Her skin crawled at his touch and half of her wanted to stay just where she was, but she needed blood. Her hand moved to grip his hand that held her head in place, her grip was firm and vice-like, not as strong as his was, but the message would get across. Harper was tempted to dig her nails into his perfect skin, just to see the prized red liquid ooze out – so she did. Her short fingernails did a surprising amount of damage, she was getting what she wanted, but Dougie wasn’t, that small bit of information forced a smile across her lips. Then there it was, small portions of his oh so sweet blood crept over her fingers and Harper attacked, taking special care to make sure that she didn’t get carried away and bite him. She sucked at his skin as if she were giving him a hickey of sorts and allowed the treasured blood enter her lips, such bitter blood, such delicious blood. At this point in time, she would have happily gnawed his arm off, but no, she would get her blood, just little by little; soon she would be done and Dougie would still be awaiting the big bite. Of course, Harper would give it to him, eventually, once she had decided that the time was right. It would be the grand finale, per say.
The immediate hunger was satisfied, but she knew that it would return within minutes; minutes from now, who knew what they’d be doing. The female licked her still-bleeding lip, contemplating on what to do. Normally in such a case, she’d already be on the floor, but tonight was different and Harper felt like being… different. Dougie’s rough hand under her camisole was still more than welcome and she made no move to push it away, she didn’t give a shit how fast he went; she was just going to take it slow. The bite on her neck was now surrounded by dried blood and there was no fresh blood pouring from it any more. She looked up at him with that oh so familiar shine in her eye; she bit down on her lower lip once more, widening the wound and the amount of blood issuing from it. Harper was more than tempted to drink it up, but no, tonight she was doing things differently. Her lip would bleed and bleed and bleed until someone put a stop to it, and Harper wasn’t going to be that person. There was a surprising amount of blood in her lip, it even partially surprised herself, the liquid moved with the lines of her face, accumulating at the corner of her lips before sliding down to her chin. Instead of allowing her blood to soil her shirt directly, Harper tilted her chin up so the blood simply slid down her neck, then it followed the same course that it had previously; trailing down her neck and then onto her chest, some soaking directly into the black fabric and the rest traveling down her chest to her stomach. The vampire watched for Dougie’s reaction with great interest, maybe he would attack her neck again, but she hoped he didn’t, after the first of the night; it almost seemed a bit cliché. Give her something new, something different.
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Post by Dougie Cleaver ™ on Nov 19, 2007 0:53:22 GMT -5
FACE HIS W R A T H [/color][/size] Dougie Judiah Cleaver.[/color][/font] WORD COUNT: nine hundred two SCRIPT: Pfft, still a fantastic post. ATTIRE: ---[/center] What was he doing? He was such an idiot, he shouldn't be doing this, he had to stay focused. Oh but it tasted so good, the blood, her skin, his saliva, it all tasted so good it was impossible to resist. His hand ran underneath her camosole, feeling the heat that her body was giving off on his could hand. He could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin as he touched her. The feeling was amazing, he never wanted it to end, he wouldn't let it end. His lips kept their place on her neck, the taste of dried blood on his tongue fulfilling his wants as his kisses trailed up to her ear, nipping and licking at it. Oh Harper, if only she knew what was going through his mind. If only she knew that he wanted to have her right her and right now, no strings attatched. His heart beat started to rise as he imagined their bodies close, their hearts both racing faster and faster as their lips collided. Sounds like a sappy romance novel. Dougie wasn't really thinking about that at the moment. At the moment, he was thinking about the sweet taste of Harper's blood on his sharp tongue. His hands still on her neck, her long blonde locks falling in between his fingers. He loved all of these feelings taht were jolting through his veins. His bare chest pressed against her's, feeling the ultamite closeness that you could get with your clothes on. Oh how he longed to feel her soft skin, smell her sweet smell and kiss those tender lips of hers. But right now, that vicious side of Dougie was still in the control center, telling him to just do things animalistically and not lovingly.
The sharp pain of her finger nails in his hand was unexpected and pleasurable. Next was her lips, those soft lips of hers. He pulled his lips away and brushed his nose up her neck until his face was level with hers. He kissed her cheekbones and trailed them all of the way down to her jaw line, tasting the blood that had tickled down from her lips. He stopped for a moment, letting the taste of the blood sink in before letting his tongue trace the blood that had run down her slender neck. He could feel her viens pulse on his tongue, a sensual feeling for a vampire. It felt so good, all of it. More than usual. Maybe because it was a bit more animalistic to what Harper and himself were used to. He pulled away from her for a moment and looked into her eyes. Dougie brought his hands away from her neck and side before taking the hem of her camosole and lifting it up, still looking at her eyes. He never stared at women unless they gave him some sort of signal that it was alright to look there. He leaned his head back, planting a kiss on her lips this time, feeling the hot blood trinkle into his mouth. She must have bitten her lip pretty hard, the blood was still comming. He threw her camosole to the cold, marble floor before lifting his hands to cup her face, his kisses still vicious and lustful. Oh god, if a teacher were to walk in right now, they would both be screwed over. For one, they were probably be expelled, for two, the teacher would actually die, concidering the state that both vampires were in. Dougie slid his tongue into her mouth, sliding it over her mower lip, lapping up as much blood as he could and savouring the flavour.
Feeling somewhat unbalanced just stanting without any support, Dougie was uneasy. He placed his right leg in between both of Harpers before pushing forward and, rather skillfully, pushed her towards somewhere that they would be able to have a bit more balance than they had. His steps were small, but effective, having him soon feel her hit up against a counter. His hands still cupped her face as his kisses became softer, more lovingly. He truely loved her, but he figured that love was not on the girl's mind. Try sex, passon and violence. Dougie was ready for that, although he wasn't exactly happy about it. He wished she wasn't taken over by her sin, he wanted her to be the real Harper for him, for now. His lips moved from her lips to her jaw and down to her neck, tasting the recently dried up blood that had trinkled down from her lip and mouth. His hands left her cheeks and found themselves behind her uper thighs. With one swift movement, he lifted her up onto the short counter, this made it easier for the two of them. It made it easier for Dougie because now he was level with her and would have to bend down as much. It was easier for Harper be cause, well, it just was. Dougie pulled away from her once more, looking into her eyes, searching for the real Harper to show through, instead of her sin. He wanted her to be her, even if it was just for now, so that they could spend this moment together, alone. It pained him to her like this and he didn't want her to endure it anymore, she was too beautiful, too fragile to go through it alone. [/blockquote]
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Post by harper valentine . on Nov 19, 2007 20:01:02 GMT -5
STATUS;; complete | incomplete CHAT;; yay, i managed to match yours this time! _____________
little miss lust. harper grace valentine
When one thought about it, sex was extremely amusing, in any case. It was a strange concept and if you took the time to study what exactly was going on and how it might look and sound to another race, it was just fucking hilarious! Harper had heard somewhere that a study was done to see what strangers thought of when they heard an audio recorded sex sounds; okay so maybe it might seem a bit perverted, but whoever was conducting the experiment was simply trying to prove a point, not make a profit of some sort. As for the results, Harper’s favorite was a woman who thought that it was a recording of someone stubbing their toe. Was that how weird it actually sounded? Of course, she wasn’t freakish enough to go and record herself having sex with someone just so she could listen to it and see if it sounding like she was stubbing her toe, but Harper did find it quite interesting and amusing. The amusing anecdote passed through her head only momentarily and served as a bit of comic relief in a way, but her thoughts were quickly turned back to the present situation, which was most definitely more entertaining; she was with Dougie and Dougie always made things interesting.
The kisses were small, but oh so sweet, she wanted more; her heart beat quickened and her hands So it seemed that Harper didn’t have a choice any more, if he went fast, she had to go fast, there was no in between, just no bites… yet. Her sin began to bubble up inside of her, increasing everything’s magnitude; the smell of blood, the appearance of the male, the scent of him, and most of all, the way he touched her. Maybe it was purely her sin, making her feel this way, but Harper liked to think that it was something else as well, just maybe. The female’s thoughts were on repeat while her sin played puppeteer of her body. There’s something more, there’s something more, there’s something more… She told herself, it seemed to be the only way to keep her head in the game without plunging headfirst into the crazed hysteria that her sin would cause if she became too weak; at this point in time, if her sin got the best of her, it was very likely that she wouldn’t regain control, no matter how hard she tried. Harper often times felt guilty for what she had done to Dougie, but hadn’t thought about it much other than the guilt filled moments; she assumed that he would be a big boy and get over it, she was the only one that felt these strange feelings, the feelings that compelled her to stop the official boyfriend/girlfriend business.
His tongue on her chin, then her neck, sent an unexpected shiver down her spine and she almost let out a noise, but kept herself silent. Not yet, no satisfaction yet. It was a weird game that she played with herself; delay the emotions, increase the sensuality. She felt the male’s hand pulled at the edge of her top and instinctively, Harper raised her arms. Within seconds, her black camisole was on the floor and forgotten. She felt free, unconfined and absolutely free. Her torso was now bare and if it weren’t for Dougie, she’d be freezing cold. The vampire noticed him looking at her in the eyes, what a silly habit it was, refusing to look at the gifts she had been born with unless given consent to do so; Harper gave no direct ‘yes’ or ‘no’ but simply the question in his eyes. If she didn’t want him to be looking at her, she would have covered herself up by now. She assumed that it was one of his ‘gentlemanly’ manners shining through, and it was kind of a comfort to know one man that would just gawk at her bare chest. Sure, it wasn’t the largest on the planet, but when a man kept himself from looking at a woman’s accessories; it took some major self control. And, whether she would admit it or not, Harper admired that trait.
She was now sitting on the counter, eye to eye with him, getting ready to take the next step, and then he stopped. Her hand moved to him, to continue where they had left off, but Harper stopped and let her hand rest on the counter; he wanted the real Harper, not lust, it was any sign of the real Harper that was what he was searching for. Her initial reaction was hurt; did he not believe that she could beat her damned sin? Did he not think that she was strong enough? But then came reality, Harper knew that he shouldn’t trust her, not after what had happened minutes ago, for all he knew, the real Harper was lost within herself, trapped inside her own corpse. She sighed and leaned forward so she was almost nose to nose with Dougie. “Trust me,” she said softly and sincerely, doing her best to fight off any hint of lust the two words might contain. Hopefully her eyes would talk for her. Harper couldn’t tell him how she felt, not now, maybe not ever, she could hint at it, but she couldn’t bring herself to say those three little words. Maybe soon she would find the strength within herself to take on the feat; hopefully it was sooner rather than later.
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