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Post by Nessa on Mar 9, 2013 21:34:09 GMT -5
-Jake had been extremely upset when she had left him the other day. She knew he wasn't planning on staying there, wasn't going to sleep when she left. He was going... somewhere else, somewhere she didn't quite know. But that wasn't her problem. He had stated before that he would take care of his family first, that family ALWAYS came first. Couldn't he see that this was what she was doing, too? Her loyalties lay with her family, not with the wolves, no matter how much she loved him. If only he could understand that, things would be fine.-
Hey there, beautiful. You looking for a good time? -she rolled her eyes and plastered a drunken looking smile on her face, starting to wobble ever so slightly as she passed by the bar- I... I've been having a good time, but I'm always up for some more. -she walked over, giggling at the man and putting a finger on his chest and licked her lips- Though I'm feeling a bit hungry for something else, if you catch my drift. -she all but purred as she grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him into the alley. She was wearing contacts that made her eyes an almost eerie shade of bright green and she knew the moment he noticed them-
Your eyes... They're different. -he reached up and touched her face, frowning at how her skin was slightly a different temperature than his.- All the better to see you with, my dear. -she licked her lips again and leaned into his neck, her hands roaming his body as her heart started to pound loud and hard in her chest. So hungry... She was starving. Nothing tasted as good as her Jake, but this man... he smelled wonderful to her. The man moaned as her teeth grazed his neck, slicing into his skin without him so much as wincing.-
-taking a long, hard pull from his vein she sighed happily, an unusual warmth spreading over her body and making her skin tingle in such a good way; her shirt rubbing against her stomach caused tremors to run through her, her breasts pressed against his chest made her moan and inadvertently her lips left his neck. The man let out a soft moan, whining that she had let go when he met her gaze and jerked backwards. She didn't notice; she wobbled where she stood, the colors on the wall brighter and making her smile. She wiped at her lips, her hand coming away colored bright read and eliciting another giggle from her. He put his hand to his neck and stared at her wide eyed before making a cross with his fingers and running off down the alley screaming about vampires and crazy bitches. But Nessa just laughed, laughed so hard she was doubled over.-
-everything was so beautiful, so bright... Her clothes were too tight though. She needed her skin to breathe. She hooked her fingers under the bottom of her shirt and lifted, even as the streetlight shone down on her, illuminating her skin as she sang, and danced, and slowly pulled her shirt over the top of her head-
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Post by Nahuel on Mar 9, 2013 21:55:36 GMT -5
Before leaving the small village he lived in with Huilen, he knew he had to make a few changes. Travelling to the city, eyes on him as he walked he went straight for the barber to request a cut. He'd never cut his hair before, but men of this time had shorter hair. Once that was done, he took to the street vendors and selected clothing that was more modern. He looked like a completely different man.  Thus starting his journey to Forks, Washington to find the girl, to tell her how he felt. Deciding against taking human transportation, he ran. Letting the time alone give him a chance to gather the courage to face her, the strength to tell her and the words to form in his head. Forks looked the same as it did some six months ago when he first came to her rescue at her pleading call. It was just after twilight, the sun had just dipped beyond the horizon and the stars were beginning to make an appearance. The sound of singing and laughter filled his ears and he smiled. Some still knew how to have a good time..... That's when he smelled it in the air. Blood...human blood. He swallowed thickly and felt his hunger grow, snapping his head around to see a woman dancing under the illumination of a street lamp. As he narrowed his eyes, and she spun around singing he saw her face. Renesmee. Confusion amassed him and he sped over to her, taking in her appearance. Disheveled, and near nude. Picking up her shirt, he placed it against her chest and tried not to touch certain parts of her as he spoke. Holding her so she couldn't dance. <Renesmee, what...what happened to you?> |
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Post by Nessa on Mar 9, 2013 22:01:13 GMT -5
-she felt arms around her and started to fight against them, but stopped when she heard his voice. Her eyes shot open and she let out a squeal before wrapping her arms around him as best she could; her shirt pressed between them and her arms gripped him tight.-
Nahuel! You look amazing! Why are you in Forks? -she ignored his question about what happened to her, and continued to hold him, every cell in her body alive and dancing as they embraced. He smelled divine, and felt divine too.- I missed you. -she buried her face into his chest and giggled more, rubbing her cheek against the fabric of his shirt and shivering at the sensations it brought to her-
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Post by Nahuel on Mar 9, 2013 22:07:18 GMT -5
He gave a look around and moved her out of the light so that no one would see her and think the worst. Her arms wrapped around him with such need, he almost got lost in the moment but pushed her back so she'd look at him. Blood was on her lip and it smelled...good, but tainted. It reminded him of the witch doctor potions some of the villagers would use to get better. Medicinal. It always made their blood smell the same, when ingested the affects of the drugs would affect the vampire. He looked around again and swallowed hard then looked back down at her.
<Renesmee, who did you drink from? Where are they?> He couldn't answer her questions, the blood trail stopped at the end of the alley and this wasn't looking good.
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Post by Nessa on Mar 9, 2013 22:14:54 GMT -5
-she shrugged her shoulders and gave him a pout, her shirt now lying between them on the ground and her arms crossed over her chest- I don't know. He ran away. He didn't want to dance with me. I DON'T CARE!! -she laughed then, throwing her arms up in the air and running back into the light of the streetlamp, liking hungrily at her lips as she did so.-
I'm hungry. And my body tingles all over, especially where you touched. -she looked at him and grinned, making a "come here" motion with her finger while fiddling with the button her her jeans with the other. Too many clothes. Just... too many.- Where have you been, Nahuel? I've missed you! Come, dance with me under the light. It's beautiful! Can you see how it shines on everything? How even the plants move towards it, for its warmth?
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Post by Nahuel on Mar 9, 2013 22:22:00 GMT -5
She was exposed again, her breasts only covered by a contraption he'd heard referred to as a brassiere, or a bra. It was what human women wore for their lady parts on their chest. Although, sometimes in his part of the world, they wore nothing at all. He covered his eyes as she began to fiddle with the buttons on her jeans. When she said his name, his spine shivered and he dropped his hand to watch her dance. She was so full of life.
He stepped closer to her and tried to keep his eyes placed on the color of her eyes. <Ness, please. Let's get you home. Dr. Carlisle will need to look at you and make sure you haven't had anything bad. Please.> His pleas went unheard as she moved her hips against him, enticing a growl from his throat that shocked even him. He wanted her, he wanted to be the one she wanted. And right now...he was.
<Ne--> His words were cut off as she stepped back and his eyes looked at her full bosom. Words failed him, his resolve was slowly chipping away.
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Post by Nessa on Mar 9, 2013 22:29:47 GMT -5
-she looked at him, and grinned broadly, as she dangled her bra out in front of her. His eyes locked onto her chest and she felt her face flush, not from embarrassment, but from need... want.....-
Papa Carlisle won't care. None of them will. They don't even know I'm gone, I promise you. -she dropped her bra to the ground and moved both of her hands to her jeans where she unsnapped the button and shimmied them down to her ankles, standing there in nothing but her little red, barely there g-string and nothing else. Goosebumps covered her skin, her hair hung down over her eyes and her body continued to sway to the music playing in her head.-
Didn't you miss me, too? After I was there with you, for so long, and you never touched me. Are you always so stoic? -she stepped out of her jeans and walked over to him, blood still staining her lips; running her finger over the crimson liquid, she held it out and gently ran it over his bottom lip, slowly sliding her finger into his mouth as she walked closer and ran her free hand up and down his chest.- You are always such a gentleman. -she leaned in closer, so close that her lips brushed his cheek- How do you do it?
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Post by Nahuel on Mar 9, 2013 22:40:06 GMT -5
This was not the Renesmee Cullen he knew. She was acting like some woman of the evening that often wagered men into their beds. In one hundred and fifty years he'd seen a lot, met a lot of women and bedded a few himself but never had he met such a poised woman who turned...to this. And yet, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. The jeans he wore suddenly tight against his crotch and he shifted and adjusted quickly, clearing his throat and willing the arousal to go away.
When her pants pooled at her ankles, he dropped his chin to his chest and looked her body up and down...once. He would not allow his eyes to wonder again, that would only end badly. He had respect for her parents, respect for her. The leather jacket he wore came off and he quickly wrapped it around her bare body, suddenly angry at her for tempting him so and playing with his emotions.
<I am first and foremost your friend. A gentleman second, and a man...with needs last. I will not take advantage of you in this state because of my respect for you. I..I--> He couldn't say it, why couldn't he just say it? <I care for you.>
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Post by Nessa on Mar 10, 2013 11:13:18 GMT -5
-she pouted and tried to pull away, but failed- If you care for me then you wouldn't be trying to get me dressed when clearly I don't want to be dressed! -using all of her strength, she pulled away and threw his jacket at him, still grinning as she did so.-
Either way, I don't want clothes. I want to be free! I want to feel the air on my skin, be uninhibited! -she threw her arms back up in the air and spun around, laughing. She felt amazing! She was still a bit hungry, but that didn't matter; right now all that mattered was that she felt more at peace than she had in a long, long time. Turning back to Nahuel, she smiled again and winked at him-
If you're a gentleman, then why are your pants suddenly so awfully tight, Mr. Nahuel? -she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and ran her hands up and down her body as she looked at him, her red eyes blazing under the streetlight.-
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Post by Nahuel on Mar 10, 2013 15:02:05 GMT -5
He sighed and did the only thing he could do. Pulling the cell from his pocket and pressing call on speed dial for Dr. Carlisle. Surely, he would know what to do and be of some assistance to him. This was not Renesmee and she was under some sort of medicinal influence of some kind. It was an illusion, she did not want him; not realistically at this time. If she loved him, truly cared for him...he wanted to know when she was herself, when she was normal.
<Yes, Carlisle...we have a problem.>
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