Breakin In The Help (closed)

[Logan]

OOC: This storyline takes place just after Hell of Hangover.

Some evenings are easier to wake up to than others. Most nights I roll out of bed just after the sunset feeling refreshed, ready for the day. Today I pause though, letting my mind sift through recent events. My recent promotion to the council, the new girl I'm going to have to break in to being a vampire. Lot on my mind.

After I have everything pieces together allright I rise up, pushing open the lid to the freezer I was sleeping in, pulling myself upright in it, looking around. I've never really cared for coffins. Little bit too morbid a way to sleep. Theres a reason for them though, reduces the chance of being found and burned in the daylight. Reasonable precaution. Usually my pick of choice is a wooden crate. Easy enough to break my way out of if the need arises, and fairly inocious to passerbyes. Not really had a chance to get one yet. Just moved into town, and I haven't had the time to make that sort of arrangements. Fortunately the Princess has a spare freezer just the right dimensions, which judging from the blankets inside was used by the former owner to the same purpose. Not too bad

I lever myself up out of the freezer, and then step foot onto the the cold concrete, grunting at the chill of it. Sleeping in the nude is hardly a new thing to me, unlike the freezer. Rrrr...bit of a neck ache. Freezer is just a tad too short for me. Just a hair.

I make a mental note towards dealing with that as I reach to the clothing scattered around the small storage room, pulling on jeans and wifebeater, socks and my usual workboots. Slipping on my combat harness with its knives, and then a leather biker jacket over that. When its done I unlock the storage room, and step out, hearing the slight roar of the bar allready in action. Bartender and customers allready moving into the evening routine. Without having to ask, one of my 'special' bloody maries is dropped in front of me, and I take a deep drink off of it, enjoying the cold taste of blood and vodka, and just the right amount of heat. Perfect to start the night.

Few customers give a sideways look at what I'm drinking, proibably wondering why I'm not knocking back whisky instead of cocktails, but I don't pay them any mind. Some things you've just got to enjoy...unlike some other things I gotta take care of tonight.

I give the bartender a nod, and then move back past the storage room to where the back office is, turning the door knob only to find it locked. Fixing that with a simple kick to the frame and then stepping inside the darkened space, to where a cute looking asian chick is laid out on my couch. The new kid. Still sleeping in. Figures.

"Wake your damn ass up kid. Its night time, and I ain't got time to fuck around while you get your beauty sleep. Time for you to get to fuckin work."

[Kiera]

Kiera woke with a groan, which turned quickly into a growl as she kicked at the end of the couch in disgust. She raised a hand and wiped it over her eyes, making a mental note to find herself a new set of makeup. Her face was sorely in need of repainting.

"What the fuck! Shut up old man." She rolled over on the couch so that she was facing the back and threw an arm over her eyes. "Has anyone ever told you that you are loud and annoying?" The words were muffled in the back of the couch.

Somewhere along the line she had acquired a sheer black shirt to throw over her zebra striped bra, and she had avoided looking at herself since she put it on. She was pretty sure she looked like shit. She'd been in this skirt for almost three days now, and her hair hadn't seen a hair brush in just as long. The shirt was a bit tattered, and all in all, the only part of her that was in decent shape were her boots, adorned with a number of unecessary but workable buckles.

Finally she groaned and rolled over again, sitting up. SHe was seriously contemplating throwing something at the loud mouth, but she didn't know how far she could push him before she got herself into real trouble. She'd be testing that soon enough, but just now he looked like he'd woken up on the wrong side of the . . coffin?

She snickered at herself quietly as she looked him over, enjoying her own private joke. Three days ago she would have told anyone that said vampires were real to go fuck themselves for being stupid. Now she was one.

As she mulled this over she let her eyes run over him, taking him in. He really didn't look happy. Actually, he looked downright rough, and at his size rough should be intimidating. He had to be an entire foot taller than her, and she had to admit that he had a good breadth to his shoulders. She felt her head tilting as she stared at him, and then finally she shrugged. He was attractive enough, but he was her boss, and that just pissed her off.

"Fine, what the hell is it I;m supposed ot be doing anyway. And where do I get . . . breakfast?"

[Logan]

I fucking hate dealing with new girls sometimes...Bad enough that new kids ain't got a damn lick of sense in their whole fukin brain, but the women seem to think becoming a vampire comes with a complimentary supply of blood, courtesy of their hard working sire. This bitch doesn't even have the courtesy to ask nicely.

"This look like a Holiday Inn to you bitch? You're a fuckin vampire, you want to eat, you need to go out and Find some. Way you're dressed I'm sure you're used to turning tricks for cash. Now you just have something else to apply that skill set to. Don't tell me you ain't got a clue how to do That. While we're on the topic, you ain't puttin the bite on Any of my customers, or I'll fuckin beat the blood back out of you."

Sometimes, just sometimes its good to let the new kids know who's boss. I can allready tell thats going to be hard with this one. She's straightline fuckin with me, and thats going to stop very soon. Attitude that'll get you a black eye in the living world will get you killed around here, and she's going to learn that lesson if I have to beat it into her myself.

Reaching over to the coat rack by the door I pull off my spare leather jacket and toss it to her.

"Put that on, and straighten your shit up. I'll take you to one of the better streetwalker's neighborhoods. Let you work for your breaktfast. If you're good I'll even let you keep some of the money."

I've got little doubt how she'll react to this proposal...but even less as to how far I value her opinion. If she wants to get blood without turning tricks on mortals, she's more than welcome to come up with a better method. I'm certainly not interested in supporting her myself. Brujah should fiercly indepdent. I didn't take responsibility of her just to gain a pet...

[Kiera]

Oh HELL no he didn't! Kiera was on her feet in less than half a second, and if she could have set herself spontaneously on fire she would have- right then.

"What the fuck do you mean, turning tricks!? I've never turned tricks in my life!" . . . okay it wasn't far from the truth, but she had some pride in the fact that she had never actually sold her body. Sure, she had let herself be used by more guys than she could count, and every now and then she'd take favors from those same guys, but she didn't SELL herself. "You think you know everything, don't you? You're just fucking full of yourself!"

She was blazing, and she was having a really hard time not just jumping him. A lot harder than she remembered being the usual. One of the few things that was holding her back was the fact that he was so damned BIG and she was so . . . not. He probably packed a real wallop.

She hissed as she caught his coat and momentarily entertained the idea of shredding it, just to piss him off. That idea seemed a whole hell of a lot more appealing when she heard his idea of how to get herself some breakfast. She bared her fangs angrily, growling. She looked down at the coat in her hands a moment, trying really hard to pull herself back down from the rage that was threatening to eat any good sense she had right out of her. And she didn't have a lot of good sense, she needed every bit of it she could get.

Her eyes flashed back up to him after a long moment of thought and she pulled the coat on roughly, kicking a small table that was by the couch and watching it tumble. She got a small amount of satisfaction from the sound of one of the legs snapping, and she smirked, the smallest amount of control of her anger regained. Breaking things ALWAYS helped.

She was hungry, though, and she wasn't' really sure about going out by herself- not that she would ever tell him that. Her recent transformation into a creature of the night had left her unstable, unsure of herself and everything around her. And even if she was not going to let anyone see it, she needed some time to get her feet back on the ground.

Of course, she was going to raise some hell while she was at it, and she was going to make sure the ground shook when her boots finally took a steady hold on it again.

She shouldered past Logan when she was satisfied that the coat was on and didn't look too stupid on her. At least, she was trying to tell herself it didn't' look too stupid on her. The arms were way too long, and it practically dragged the floor.

As she shouldered past him, she let her body brush his, making sure to give him as little room in the doorway as she could. She was exerting her presence and whatever control she had over the situation in the only way she knew how, with her body. Which, she didn't think about, was also a very sexual way to exert herself. She barely refrained from shuddering at the sensation of his chest - which was definitely well formed - against her shoulder.

Okay, she was gonna have to be careful not to touch him any more often than she had to . . . or she was gonna have to try to anyway. He was bad news, a freak, a blood sucking shithead who thought he was in charge of everything.

She'd just have to keep reminding herself of that.

[Logan]

Little bitch gives me an earful for my suggestion but i just let that blow by. Words ain't worth shit, you ain't got what it takes to back them up, and she ain't got shit to back hers with.

Instead of trying to have it out with me though she takes it out with my furniture, breaking the cheap ass little end table next to the sofa. I think I'll call that one. Attitude makes for one, breaking my shit makes for two. We'll see if she wants to push it to three, and see what happens then.

For now I hold my tongue with a minimum of annoyance, even drawing a chuckle as she brushes past me. Little cocktease. Probably used to guys melting when she pulls that shit. I'm sure it even worked on that fucking idiot Wade, but it sure as fuck ain't gonna count for much on me. If I want her body that way, I'll take it. She belongs to Me after all. My blood protecting her from immediate execution, and my ass on the line if she fucks up.

She's mine, rather she likes that or not.

For the moment though, I put that shit aside, striding past her outside, to where my Harley sits waits, same spot its always in, a good three feet of clearence to the next bike. Regulars allready figured out not to park next to me.

I don't bother with a helmet for myself and I ain't got one for the frail. I just sit myself down on her, and rev up, gesturing for her to sit behind me. Riding with her tits in my back ain't the worst way to travel.

Area we're headedto ain't too far off. Bar's allready in the slums, this is just a darker part of them. Redlight district the locals call the Ruins, on account of some burned out church from 30 years ago. Local drug dealers and pimps opperate out of there. Few brujah and gangrel in the area, or Nos landlord, but mostly a human neighborhood, shitty as it is. Perfect hunting ground for the new kid, she'll have the pick of the scumiest Johns she can find. Not to mention I can take the time to do a few dealings with one of Aid's connections in the city. Old Nos name of Kronos, maybe get some informaiton for my trouble. I understand the old freak likes asian girls too...

[Kiera]

Oh fuck, so much for that whole not touching thought. The sight of the Harley doesn't exactly throw Keira into a fit of glee. Sure, she likes riding a bike as much as any other gang banging bitch does, but she didn't like the idea of having to press herself up against the assholes back. Well she did, but that was the problem. She wanted to make it clear that he didn't' control her every move, it was hard to do that when riding double.

She didn't say anything, though, as the engine roared to life and he nodded for her to get on. Instead she just threw her legs over and slid up against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Thick waist . . good waist . . damn. She reminded herself that she hated his guts, and after a moment it wasn't so hard to handle, being pushed up against him. She reminded herself where she was going, and it wasn't hard at all. The hate just came flowing to the surface, and she felt much better.

It wasn't a long ride, and she watched the streets as they rode by them, watching the declining neighborhood, eying the buildings, doing her best to commit as much of it as she could to memory. She wasn't' going to cling to him for food for long. Not past tonight if she could. SHe didn't want to owe him any more than she already did, and since it was her life she already owed him a whole damned lot.

That just pissed her off more. Damned vampires. Damned debts. Damned unlife.

She was getting crankier by the minute.

"How fucking long does it take to-" She started to yell over the engine, just in time for him to stop. She didn't bother finishing the snide question, it wasn't like she had been on the bike that long either, she just wanted to be a pain in the ass. If she had to deal with him, he'd have to deal wit her. She liked it best that way.

As she slid off the bike, not paying enough attention to what she was doing to remember not to let her body stay pressed to hard to his as she pulled away, she let her eyes roam the area. There were a couple of good places to do what she needed to do. The other women she saw hanging around, all humans she thought- but she could be wrong - were nothing against her. At least, not in her opinion. She was sure she'd have a bite to eat in no time.

She looked over her shoulder at Logan and scowled, "If you don't mind-" It was pretty obvious that she didn't care if he minded or not, "don't go too far. I won't be long." With that she pranced off, swaying her hips, and heading for a John who was talking to a whore who looked like she'd had one too many encounters with a dirty needle.

[Logan]

Once we arrive Kiera slides off with her usual bitchy charms, asking in the nicest way she probably ever does that I stick around, and then stalking off before I have a chance to respond.

I ease myself back a little on the back, smiling just a bit at the feeling of her pressed against me from behind, feeling the slightest stirring of passion in response....temping. Very tempting.

Setting aside thoughts on her for a moment, I park the bike in a spot nearby and then swiftly walk to one of the local whorehouses, sizing up the guy standing in front. Rough looking asshole, covered in scars and tattoos. Probably paid in cash or ass by Kronos for his work. I don't bother trying to intimdate him, instead pulling a hundred from my back pocket, and holding like an envelope in one hand.

"Mr Kronos was expecting me...I assume you have my package?"
The grunt snears at the hundred dollar bill as he takes it, and then pulls a sealed manilla envelope from behind his chair, handing it off to me. Written in an elegant hand on it is the phrase 'primogen', meaningless to most mortals, but invaluable to me. I didn't expect to get made Primogen when I came to this city, and I don't know the local players well at all. Luckily I do know who to ask. This is a little care package Aidoneus put together for me...for a price. Theres always a price to these things, and cash is just a part of that. The hundred covered delivery. Now I own Aid a favor...and one he'll collect on when he's ready.

For the time being, I go back to the bike and stow the envelope in a saddle bag, givng some of the roughnecks a smile to dare them on trying to fuck with my bike. I don't think they'll try it, provided Kiera can cut her business short, and not fuck around with the John.

When I think enough time has passed for her to get what she wants, I move from the bike, walking down the alley she went towards, sniffing for her scent as I go, and tracking in on it with relative ease.

[Kiera]

It took almost nothing to pull the John away from the cracked out whore. As a matter of fact, it was so easy it actually took some of the fun out of it. She didn't let that show though. She had her John thinking he was the hottest thing in ten counties, and that she was the one who was honored by their acquaintance. She enjoyed toying wit him for a few minutes, it wasn't like it had taken long to catch him.

She took a little time to explore her new senses, to enjoy the way she could smell everything about him, the way his pulse felt under her tongue, the way his flesh felt soft and down right fragile beneath her fingers. She let her hands slide up his shirt as she nibble don his ear and neck, careful not to nip too hard just yet. She hadn't been this close to a man in a few days, and she had the misfortune of not remembering the last man she had been with . . . asshole.

The guy was moaning and feeling her up good too, running his hands all over her underneath her coat, lifting her sheer little shirt to get a better grab at her breasts, reaching under her skirt to grab a handful of ass and jerk her closer to him. She made a good show of moaning and grinding against him as she reached into his pants.

Her fangs found his pulse where his neck met his shoulder as she stroked him, and when they sank into flesh she found that it was an immensely satisfying feeling. Not as satisfying as the first rush of blood, though. She was still a bit uneasy with the blood drinking thing, but she had never been one to balk from the necessary. She had liked the whiskey-blood Wade had given her better, but this was fresher, stronger, and she found that the longer she pulled on the John's blood, the easier it was to forget what she was drinking. She even forgot about what was firmly in her hand, it didn't seem like she needed to keep stroking at it to keep his attention anyway. He wasn't even fighting her.

It wasn't until she pulled away and the man slumped to the ground that she realized why he wasn't fighting. He was dead. As dead as they come. And as pale as a sheet. She kicked at him as she wiped the back of her hand over her mouth, and when he didn't move she felt her blood race. She had just killed a man.

"Fuck."

It was all she could really think of to say. Fuck. It said it all. She was surprised to find it didn't feel bad to kill him, it had been easy and, she made sure to remind herself, he was just some horny asshole nobody cared about anyway. She hoped. She really hoped.

"Fuck."

One more for good taste she thought, before she bent down and started rummaging through his clothes. He had to have some good stuff on him. At least some cash, he had been out looking for a hooker anyway.

Most of what was on the body was useless to her, and shitty to boot. A crappy old watch that wouldn't cost 20 bucks at Wal-Mart, a rumpled piece of paper with something scrawled on it and- ah - his wallet. She was pleased with the findings there. One hundred and fifty bucks. Not a killing, but it was something. Enough to get something a little less like underwear to wear.

She stood up and stared at the body for a minute, and she felt something inside of her - something she had forgotten along time ago- trying to tell her that what she had done was wrong. Very wrong. Not only had she just killed a man, she had robbed him too. After a minute of not contemplating this too terribly hard she shrugged it off, pushing it to the back of her mind to be forgotten in a bottle of booze later, and threw his wallet on the ground beside him. All she needed was the cash.

She turned to head back the way she had come, back to Logan and his bike, hopefully where she had left them, but she suddenly had a change of heart. With a full belly she was feeling a lot better, as a matter of fact she was feeling so good she thought she might make that asshole wait a little longer. She had some shopping to do.

She figured if she did a little walking down the other end of the alley she could find an out, and if she could find an out she was pretty sure she could find someplace to buy some clothes. These parts of town usually sported at least a drug store.

Sure enough, out the back of the alley and around a corner there was a Walgreens. Open all night baby, just the way she liked it. She grinned at the attendant at the register, a young guy, and flicked a little wave at him as she made a bee-line for the rack they usually kept their cheap, shitty tops. She could make do with her skirt a little longer if she had to, but something that couldn't be seen through would be a giant improvement.

Sure enough, there was a clump of tank tops hanging among a bunch of unmarked t-shirts. She picked up a red one, and a black one, and a purple just for variety, and headed further back into the store. A few minutes later she was walking out of the store, the bright red tank top tight to her upper body- and covering a lot more than the sheer one had, and a bag full of cosmetics in hand. And she'd spent just under half of the money she'd nabbed off that guy.

Drugstores, good for cheap shit.

[Logan]

Tracking scents is a tricky thing. Most kindred like to use Auspex, use that to track their prey. With my enhanced senses thats not really as needed. I can track in on the shitty brand of perfume she's wearing light a lightning rod, and it doesn't hurt when I scent blood in the air.

I follow the scent down an alley and find her first kill waiting there, pale as a sheet, dick hanging out, and staring blankly into the sky. Dumbass is dead as Cain.

What you get for being prey in this world.

Killing is what vampires do. I'm hard pressed to put much of an argument against it, at least as compared to what a lupine fucker will do to you. You sure as fuck wouldn't be leaivng the world with a smile on your face at their hands.

Of course its a bit more a concern that she took the blood, and probably the guys wallet, but didn't return to the bike. Killing a mortal is understandable. Disobeying...now thats not so nice.

Not so nice at all.

I track in on her, weaving in and out of the alleys in the area, making more or less a beeline to an all night drug store, where I see my charge walking out, carrying a shopping bag and showing off a new top. A top she bought without my permission.

For just a moment I feel a surge of anger in my throat. An easy desire to beat the shit out of my charge and teach her the peril of disobeying me. A desire thats throttled back, but only just by the fact that there are people around, and beating the shit out of a woman in public, even around here, is going to create some issues.

So instead, for just the moment I pop her a smile, flashing fangs to her as I speak, making my tone mildly abusive to match my mood, but faking an amusement I don't feel. She'll find out Just what I feel just shortly.

"Thought you'd start dressin the part I see, ehh darlin? Spendin your pimp's cash. Cute. Real cute...."

I let the smile remain, but I add a cold edge to it, letting her feel a bit uncomfortable for a moment before I gesture down the alley I just stepped out of, offering to let her go first. As soon as she's out of the street though, I snake my hand around behind her, gripping her hair into a pony tail with an easy strength, and then slamming her hard into the brick edifice of the alley in one hard, swift moment, with enough force that it'd break a human skull. More than enough to stun her.

In less time than it take's for her head to nod back from the blow I have her pressed up against the wall, holding her against it as I press in behind her, snarling in a low voice to her, getting my point across violently.

"You belong to me now bitch, and if you disobey me again, you'll think your former owners kind by comparison."

[Kiera]

When she looked up to see Logan standing just in front of her she stopped mid-step. He didn't look happy, and for a second she was almost sure he was about to jump her. If she had been smart she would have walked back into the well lit convenience store. It wouldn't have been a long term solution, but she might have had a few minutes to rethink her plan. Or to think of one at all.

As it was, though, he just smiled at her, the most menacing thing about his whole show were the fangs he showed, and she had to force down a shudder. She kept forgetting she had fangs, and seeing them on someone else was disconcerting. It was his words that started to get to her, but for once she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. At least for the moment.

When he ushered for her to move in front of him, she didn't think about it, and she threw a sway into her hips as she stepped into the alley that ran along the store. She had been just about to look over her shoulder and say something smart when she felt something in her hair.

She didn't' have time to think of what it could be before she felt herself stumbling forward and to the side, and a moment later she felt a crack across the front of her head so hard she lost her vision. She didn't' feel it until after he had moved up behind her, pinning her to the wall. She gasped when she felt his solid frame pressing her so hard into the rough brick wall that she wasn't sure that she would have been able to breathe enough to stay conscious if she had been human. And to top it all off, she could feel blood on her face.

She was struggling and trying to press herself away from the wall when she felt him bend his head low enough to growl in her ear and some instinct she never would have guess she had kicked in, making her freeze between him and the alley wall.

It wasn't the words that frightened her, it was the tone, and for a moment she thought she might just be smart to behave herself. And then her personality kicked back in, and his words sunk into her mind, and she hissed.

She tried to jerk back in one hard movement, tried to push him off of her, or topple him using her lower center of gravity, as she hissed in fury, "Get the hell off of me! Nobody owns me! Nobody has ever owned me! I may be stuck with you, but I am not your fucking bitch! I'm nobody's fucking bitch, you cockless bastard!"

She was screaming the words as she tried to break free of his grasp, her much smaller body squirming to find a weakness in his hold on her, the bag she had been holding falling to the ground, momentarily forgotten.

[Logan]

Fuckin bitch.

Pressed up behind her, hearing her words, feelin her struggle against me, that the first thing that comes into my head, along with a snarl I can feel almost make her shiver under me. Her skin after the feeding is warm, almost human to the touch, and I feel a stirring only increased by her insult. Little bitch thinks she can fuck with me and get away with it...well I know how to deal with that.

Most vampires, most of them lose their taste for carnal pleasure after death...But I'm not like most vampires...and she's going to fucking learn that. She's going to learn what happens when you fuck with me.

The first thing I do is to slam her head into the wall again, not quite as hard as before. More a warning than anything else, even as my other hand move down her back to her ass, running my hand along it, feeling the curve there as it raises another growl in me. I flip up her skirt easily, showing off her zebra thong for just a moment, holding her in place against the alley wall, with my hand against her neck, pressing her hard against the wall. I rip aside her thong, throwing its torn remains to the pavement before I move up behind her, unzipping and pulling myself out before I shift my positioning, pulling her hands out to either side, holding them against the pavement as I thrust roughly into her, snarling with the pleasure of taking her dead flesh, almost laughing at the dryness within her.

Vampire women don't get wet. Most don't even enjoy sex after the embrace...but I'm not after what she enjoys right now. I'm interested in claiming her, in terms she understands, and to that end I brutally rape her, using all my considerable strength to take her by force, slamming her against the wall with each and every thrust. Taking her.

[Kiera]

Kiera almost couldn't refrain from shuddering when she heard the feral growl release from Logan's throat, and she almost regretted her words and her struggling. She regretted it more a moment later.

She cried out when she felt her head cracked against the wall again, momentarily ceasing her struggle, but when she felt his hand running over her body she began to squirm again.

"What the hell do you think you're-" She was cut off when she felt her thong being ripped form ehr body, and she cried out, suddenly very clear on what he was planning to do, "No! No fucking wa--"

She screamed as she felt him thrust up inside of her, and if she had still been human she thought she might have felt tears from the pain of his sudden invasion. Not only was she not wet sexually, she was down right dry. There wasn't even the natural, continual dampness that might be between her legs, and there was none even beginning to produce.

She screamed again as he continued to thrust, her mind in a battle with itself. What was she supposed to do? Why wasn't her body working the way it should? Was this another side effect of being dead?

Kiera tried to pull her hands free of his grasp, but his grip was firm on her wrists, and she could hardly move her body at all as he took her, raping her more roughly than she thought she had ever been raped. And she'd been raped pretty roughly on more that one occasion.

"Ah- Stop! STOP!" She was gasping, not for the need of breath, but out of the habit of breathing, the habit of fighting for breath in a panic. She wanted him to let go of her, she wanted him to stop thrusting inside of her, she wanted him to just let her give the money back. She would have happily exchanged the items she had bought and given him the cash if it would stop the pain she was feeling.

"Stop!" It was a tearless sob as she was pressed harder and harder into the wall with every assault on her body. She wanted to turn and attack him almost as much as she wanted to just curl up in the curve of his body and surrender to his sudden onslaught.

[Logan]

I don't pause, I don't even slow in my pace at her cries, at the sounds of pain. The bitch wanted to test me, and thats just exactly what she's getting out of it. I sure as fuck am not interested in taking any of her bullshit on the matter. She belongs to me, and this is going to fucking prove it. Usually I like to be a bit more gentle with my fun....well a bit more giving at least...but she's fuckin pushed all the wrong buttons, and thats all there is to fucking say about.

That said all the bitching is seriously starting to get on my nerves. Even as I keep power fuckign her, I growl into her ear, expressing my annoance clearly.

"You don't need a tongue, or even a fuckin larynx to be a fuckin vampire bitch, and if you keep up with the piss ass whining you ain't gonna have either of those. I'll fucking cut out your tongue an Feed it to you if you keep bitchin."

Harsh words aside, I gotta admit theres something to be said for the fine piece of ass she offers, hot and tight even without the benefit of lube. Giving me just what I like out of a lay...even if with a bit more friction than I'd generally prefer. Most guy's probably be wincing at the sort of wear I'm getting on my prick from this bitch, but I kinda like the feel. Pleasure is a fuckin bitch to manage undead...pain is so much easier to feel for an immortal.

That said, I think I've gotten about all the pleasure i'm apt to out of this little exercise, and I pull myself out of her with a grunt of pleasure, even as a thought occurs to me, an appropiate idea to keep her in line and send a most apt message. My hands release hers before I spin her around, and then apply pressure to her shoulder blades, pushing her smaller form onto her knees before me as I grin down at her, before reaching under my coat and extracting a my razor sharp kbar, flashing it before her eyes before I bring it down to my own dick, softly running the edge of the blade against the hard flesh, allready swelled with stolen blood and desire. Just a minor nick, but more than enough to blood bond her to me.

"Clean your stink off of my bitch. Taste my blood."

[Kiera]

She screams again before she hears his growl and she shudders, shutting up almost instantly at his words. She might not be smart enough to know what buttons not to push, or how many she can push before she's stuck in a situation like this, but she can take a hint when it's delivered like that. She nearly bites her own tongue as she presses her forehead against the wall and just tries to ride out her punishment, her nails dragging across the bricks as she curls her fingers.

She is relieved when he finally pulls out of her sore body, blinking away imagined tears, swallowing hard as she fells herself turned around. She looks up at Logan the moment before she feels the pressure of his hands on her shoulders, her knees crumbling beneath her as he pushes down. Suddenly she has a lot further to look up.

She doesn't manage to repress the shudder that moves through her body as he pulls out his blade, and she gasps, although she manages to keep her voice to herself. When she sees him place theblade to his own flesh her eyes widen, and she leans back some, not that there is a lot of room to lean back. He's still got her crowded against the wall without much room to move, and when he pulls the blade away from his cock she hasn't got much else to look at. Just his tool and his blood on it.

Her eyes run up his body again when she hears his voice, but the look in his eyes keeps her from voicing a single thought, or trying anything else stupid. Its one thing to push when you dont' realize you reached your limit, but it's something completely different to keep pushing once you've already broken that limit.

She opened her mouth and leaned forward, willingly if not hesitantly- taking his cock between her lips. She was surprised at the taste of his blood on the meat of his manhood. She had expected to be marginally repulsed, as she had been in the first seconds that she had tasted her human prey's blood, but instead she instantly knew she wanted more.

It was like the first sip of a really good liquor, the one you have to rob a rich man's house to get. It tastes good enough that, for a moment, she forgets that she doesn't want to be on her knees for him, and she leans forward, taking him more into her mouth. She closes her eyes and continues to suck, starting to work him in ways only a woman with her amount of experience could work him. Her tongue runs over his flesh searching, seeking any small amount of his blood she might be able to find, any amount she might have missed even as he heals. And the entire time she is working him in and out of her mouth, having forgotten that she was on her knees out of force, not willingness.

It isn't until she finally realizes that all of the blood has been cleaned from his shaft that she pulls back and looks up at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, only slightly testing, not even stupid enough to say anything, just waiting to see if he is going to force her mouth back around him or if he is done making him point.

[Logan]

She may be a rough bitch to fuck, but theres nothing wrong with the way she uses it mouth, taking me in like a pro, showing off skills she might otherwise have prefered to keep hidden. The pleasure of her skillful tongue is only increased with the certainty that she belongs to me. Even a taste of blood is enough to control a kindred, to make them do whatever you want. Generally I like a bit more autonomy from my slaves...but in her case I think I can do without the risks that'd requite. Or the lip.

Moving back from her, I put myself together watching her casually as I do, evaluating how to properly cement things. How best to deal with it.

"The bar is as 541 thirty-second Street. Any taxi driver in this area will know it as the Princess Bar. Course the trick there is getting a taxi to stop in this neighborhood...which certainly ain't my problem. Take the rest of the cash you stole off the John, and buy whatever bullshit products you need from the drug store. You might want some lube, as you've probably noticed. You need to be back at the bar before midnight to start your first shift. Run if you want...I'll find you. You belong to me now. Now get the fuck out of my sight, and show up to the bar properly dressed for it. Not like a fuckin whore. You're my property, not some common streetwalker. You will dress and act accordingly. if you don't....well this will stand as a preview to just what the fuck I can do to you. You don't want to see my angry."

I keep my directions brief, confident that I've gotten across that I'm not one to fuck with, and that she certainly doesn't want to push me on this fuckin issue. I've made my claim on her, and she knows it now. She'll always know it.

Instead I simply turn and walk off, not so much as glancing back as I crisscross back towards where my bike is safely parked in front of Kronos' building, allready turning my thoughts to what the file he gave my might contain, and to the broader issues the Lupines are going to provide. I have bigger issues to deal with than my fuckin pet.