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Post by razorsharp on Jul 26, 2008 2:19:47 GMT -5
Razor nodded her head, and turned onto the street and dorve down a little. The apartmeant building was HUGE. Her penthouse in Beverly Hills wan't even that big.
Razor got out of her car, and stared up at it. "Purty big," she said and nodded her head. She liked it. "Oh, and the porche is electric blue with white race stripes. I dont care for it much..." she said, and looked back at Wynter and gave her a cocky smile.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 26, 2008 2:25:38 GMT -5
"Ehh, I'll prolly have it painted. I know people who know people, haha."
Wynter saw the excitement in Razor's face when she saw how big the condo was. It made her happy. Wynter was sure Razor would enjoy herself after the pain was over.
"So, where would you want to sleep?"
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 26, 2008 2:36:03 GMT -5
Razor mocked Wynter with a smile. "In a bed, hopefully.Or on a couch. Hell, the kitchen floor is good enough for me." she chuckled once again.
"It's pretty nice though..." she said. "My penthouse isn't this big, and I live in LA." she said, and shoved her hands in her pockets.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 26, 2008 2:52:09 GMT -5
Wynter stared at her condo. It was big, yes, and very expensive. She was wondering how she would get Razor to turn. Tricking her? Maybe. Asking her? Dangerous, but maybe. Forcing it? Not in her nature.
"Well, let's get inside. I have a guest room I'll show you. Unless you WANT the kitchen floor," Wynter laughed.
Wynter decided to go with asking. That way, there would be no guilt later. And that meant not having to feel any unnessisary emotions.
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 26, 2008 3:00:22 GMT -5
Razor nodded, as they started to walk to the front door, and into the elevator. She put a hand over her stomach as she felt a growl. "Hm... must be hungry... I dont thik I have ate in 2 days..." she said, and laughed at herself.
She didn't have the stomach to eat just now. She was till a bit hung over, but she knew if she didn;t eat it bugg her later..
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Post by circecynical on Jul 26, 2008 3:27:50 GMT -5
"I've got some juice and mac and cheese in the kitchen," Wynter said, seeing an opportunity to trick her instead.
Wynter opened the door and ushered Razor inside.
Wynter decorated her condo herself. It had red walls and black trim. It was like Asian and goth put together. She really liked it.
"The room is over there," Wynter said, pointing to a door. "I'll make you some food."
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 26, 2008 3:33:43 GMT -5
Razor noded, and looked around. "Thanks," she said, and wandered around. She sat down on the couch, and stared at her hands, and then getting up, troping into he kitchen. "Need help?" she asked.
She wans't very handy in the kitchen, but something compelled her to be near that woman.
"Not very good with cooking, but I can atleast try." she said, and laughed with a breathley laugh.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 26, 2008 23:01:15 GMT -5
"No, actually I'd feel more comfortable if you were in another room. I'm weird like that," Wynter laughed. She needed to get Razor away from her, so she could spike the drink with her blood. She wasn't sure how she'd get to bite Razor, but she'd come up with something sooner or later.
"It's fruit punch. Is that OK?" Wynter asked, grabbing a box of mac and cheese from the pantry. 'Probably have to wait till she's asleep,' Wynter thought. 'And tie her up.'
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Post by razorsharp on Aug 1, 2008 15:37:36 GMT -5
Razor shrugged. "Probably for the best." she sighed. "I guess you don't want your klitchen to burn down."
She returned to the living room, and picked up a magazine that was lying in a pile next to the couch. She wasn't one to live with people, but she though it would get her a good start on euro racing.
((Rella, she has to drink from the wrist, remeber? So I don't think it would really matter about spiking her drink.))
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Post by circecynical on Aug 2, 2008 14:00:42 GMT -5
"Alrighty then," Wynter said. "It'll probably be done in about 5 or 6 minutes."
Wynter started on making noodles, and came into the living room with a glass of juice for Razor. "Here yah go."
When the noodles were done, she proceeded to mix in the cheese and such and came back with two bowls of mac and cheese. She was wondering the whole time how she was going to trick Razor. It would be a tough one.
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Post by razorsharp on Aug 7, 2008 4:47:54 GMT -5
Razor took the cup of juice, and smiled at her. An ACTUAL smile. She felt she had to be warm towards the woman, and not cold and botchy as usual. But, if the woman was going to allow her to room with her, she would deffinatley have to get used to her bitchy-ness.
She leaned over to look past the wall and into the kitchen to spy on Wynter in the kitchen. She sighed, and shrugged. The least she could do was just listen to her for now.
Razor could sence an uneasyness around the woman though. She senced she was struggling with a question or plan of some sort.
Vampire perhaps?
She had met a few of them on theway of her life, butall of them were tottal stoned out drunks.
She thought the war amongst the immortal world was rediculous, but she couldn't do anything. She didn't really care though. She didn't mind either race,wolf or bat. She was a person who just really didn't give a flying f-
"Where's your bathroom?" she asked quikley, standing up, and calling for Wynter.
((Rella, if u need help plotting, message me, or call later.))
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Post by circecynical on Aug 15, 2008 0:39:39 GMT -5
"Umm, right down here," Wynter said walking Razor to a door in the hallway.
She left the food. She didn't need it. Neither would Razor, soon.
As soon as the door was closed, she burst inside, leaping at Razor and knocking her to the floor, pinned down.
((Sorry this one's short, I'm not allowed to play for you, so I have to stop here. x____x))
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Post by razorsharp on Aug 15, 2008 1:02:43 GMT -5
As Razor was entering the vathroom to check her reflection, a strong body knocked her down to the floor. She gasped, startled and a bit frightened. "Wynter," she tried to scream, but it ended up in a whisper. Razor realized it was Wynter who was ontop of her, her fangs were elongated. "Wynter!?" she screamed. "You're a..." she didn't want to say that last part.
Razor slightley struggled, but noticed it was no good. She was much weaker than the vampiress ontop of her. She gave up, and growled in frustration. "Oh, just friggen do it!" she hissed, bracing herself for the bite. The bite of all eternity...
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Post by circecynical on Aug 17, 2008 23:54:58 GMT -5
Wynter bit down on Razors neck, drinking sweet blood, tasting like sugar to her. Sweet, sweet crimson liquid...
Wynter detached herself after many long seconds, then moved a sharp finger nail down her wrist and wiped blood off her lips.
"Drink," she said demandingly and pressed her bleeding arm to Razor's wrist, forcing her mouth open and her tainted blood inside.
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Post by razorsharp on Aug 17, 2008 23:59:11 GMT -5
Razor latched onto Wunters wrost once she was finished drinking from her neck. She drank in the cold mercury, and growled, biting down harder onto Wynter. Once she had her fill, she threw her head back, ripping from Wynter's vein.
She felt the red hot blood rush through her, changing her. She screamed in pain, showing all of her agony on her face.
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