Watch me getting physical; out of control (Sev)

[andreaokeagan]

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Andrea O'Keagan

"Everlasting Power"
"Unimaginable strength, Speed, agility, hearing"
"A night Goddess"
"They will finally know what you are capable of"
"They will know your worth"
"Unbeatable"
"Eternal Life"
"A warrior to be reckoned with"

Those were the cursed words that had been whispered that night so many nights ago. The Words that changed her forever.They were true... but they haunted her. She'd taken power and eternal life... and sacrificed her brothers. Her fist came swining round connecting with the boxing bag making a satisfying thunk before swinging away to come back,just for her to knock it away with her other fist. She was beating her demons,forcing them back into their dark lonely cold cave. His voice rang in her ears fuling her temper, blinding her to all but the bag that seemed to mock her coming back and back again. She swung round, her leg coming up in a fierce roundhouse kick, the bag swayed wobbling as it moved away to swing back. Her breathing was heavy but not from the workout she'd been submitting herself too. She heard his voice, his seductive musical voice ringing in her ears, in her mind taunting her. She wasn't crazy... she was haunted. Her mind taunted her with pictures off her beloved older brothers death. all seven of them slaughtered before their time. She sighed stepping back and letting the bag swing back knocking into her. SHe stumbled rubbing her collar bone and glaring. Taking the boxing gloves off she glanced at the clock; she'd been at this workout since 9 o'clock it was now nearing 11.

She stepped away cranking up the already blaring Radio even louder.Letting the Fast paced, Loud music soak into her skin and keep her energy up. She moved stepping onto the treadmill, starting out slow and a snails walk then steadly pushing it up, faster and faster till the machine was at max speed. She ran there for a while,arms swingning at he sides,humming slightly with the music. Amazing things all these modern machines of fitness. Her brothers would have loved to get their hands on some of these things. She should have been there, she have saved them, maybe had she given in sooner become a vampire quicker she could have saved them, turned them all then they could be here with her, teasing and joking, being her brothers. Yet she stood alone the Only true Beserker O'Keagan left. Funny how she stands here when she should be nothing but a fictional charactor in a book, not even remembered. Stepping off the treadmill she grabbed the cold water bottle waiting on her. She didn't need infact it really did no good but it was a comfort, a ritual and one she couldn't force her self to break.

She leaned agaist a stretching bar mounted on the wall, one hand curved aroud it will the other held the cool bottle. Her gaze rested no where in particular her mind wandering, skipping across time. Moving she set the bottle down and took the elastic band out of her golden red hair, long fingers massaged her scalp. A groan of pleasure slipping past her lips and she 'rejuvinated' her hair follicals. She wore her normal work out attire, Spandex shorts, tennis shoes, sports bra and a tank top.THe shorts were a dark with the sillouhette of a jogger on them, and the shirt was a pale blue. She needed to feed, find something to quench the thirst. She'd skipped out yesterday, putting it off till tonight. She'd been burried in her book and refused to put it down till she was threw. She'd hid herself away reading late until the morning then, collapsing in the chair she'd been in sleeping for a while. She'd woke up in a bit of a nasty mood and just need to hit something... she'd wisely avoided Sevenni's little girls and hide herself away down here,deciding to enjoy herself.

Stretching the tall woman moved away from the bar, bending and and letting the familiar fatigue of a well worked body shiver threw her system. Mind you she wasn't done here soon she'd go and probably pick up her knives or something and once again pushing her body to the limit. She liked fighting she liked physical work, she liked the pleasure that hummed threw her veins when she had exhausted herself.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Raike was so stupid. Sevanni couldn't help but laugh guts whenever they were around each other. He was a storytelling joke factory that knew all the right things to say. He was a bullshitter. They had been stalking around the top floor to find something they had previously talked about. Of course when it wasn't found the two had departed to the front hall for his departure.

It would have been nice to have Joe join, but as usual, the two of them hadn't known each other well enough for Raike to take a liking. He was just a picky bitch who had to have his way. Like a child. What he should have been doing was finding someone to track down Darien so he could have his just deserts. In his new found frame of mind, it was going to hurt him as much as it was Darien.

After their goodbye's Sevanni had rounded up the stairs to change his shirt. He could wear his pants, they were loose fit cargo's, he'd walk around in his socks and pull over a gray t-shirt. He had no reason to leave the domain that night so it was relax and not have to worry about anyone disagreeing with one another in his absence.

Andrea would be down stairs through the basement level at a far distance from Emi. Her weapons and play room was at a good distance from Andrea's area. The two of them had a couple of common interests, but they never saw eye to eye. Nixie was another story wrapped in anticlimactic venues that led down one way streets. Ixi, well, Ixi was a new arrival. Living in England would not do. No not at all. There was a boundary to be had with the two markings. Sevanni would stay out of England. He would stay out of Italy, and he would stay away from Monnacco.

Mr. Richards arrived on time just as Sevanni reached the first floor hall, the chimes ringing out and he went to it before someone else could. "Well, that is a nice treat." A little smirk as the man stood before him along side Mr. Richards.

"You are aware of your duty then?" Sevanni asked him and he nodded his head. It was considered an enjoyment watching one of Darien's kind go down in the fold. This one had been cleaned and dressed according to comfort and current style. He could have been in his second year in college, maybe an arts major. Someone who enjoyed music or painting.

He crossed the threshhold, entering the domicile only to accompany him down the stairs into the basement. "She's very beautiful, I assure you won't be disappointed." He came to the door, unable to hear anything inside. She enjoyed loud blaring music that he could not muster to hear. Sound proofed, just like Emi's sanctuary.

He opened the door, it wasn't as if she needed a private moment for something sinister or sensual. "Hungry my darling?" He grinned sideways, looking at her glistening as he moved more into the room behind the boy. "The door closing behind on it's own weight to close. "I thought you might like delivery." His own little joke put out into the air. He knew a lot about his girls, he wouldn't be him if he hadn't.

[andreaokeagan]

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Andrea O'Keagan

She liked knives. Knives tied to stick zipping threw the air though they were called bows, cooking knives, pocket knives, combat knives. They all had a thrall on her. She didn't do well with guns, they just didn't have that edge. Swords were just large knives with pretty handles and long decorated blades. Some people preferred the quick rather easy use of a gun; she didn't. You could stand at a distances and hit your target striking them down, while with a knife or a sword you had to get right in their face, had to confront and terrify. Something she'd loved ever since her father had put a sword in her hand and said he's yours. She'd truly never been gentle, serene, meek or anything people would think of a medievel woman. Well some people had ideas, hard core, warrior women, women that lived up to the image of primal and wild, uncivilized. She was nether. She was civilized and as gentle as a lamb... when she was in the mood. Then she was untamed and wild. All depended on the time and the mood. Everyone gambled with her.. though most only got cold disdain.

She imagined herself differant from the rest, though really everyone woman was differant. Sev had a very interesting spectrum of women under his room. She though was set apart, if nothing more then in her own mind. She'd chosen to be there, graced him with her presence he mind have invited, might have angled but she'd chosen and if she chose she'd walk out. Damn the consequinces. She liked where she was at though, wasn't planning to walk out carpet bag in hand so to speak. Though she guessed that was wrong time period, no one had carpet bags anymore, unless it was on display or something. She huffed gritting her teeth, way to make a girl feel old. She was only a few centuries, no biggy most humans didn't even last one. she rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. So she was 'old' only in human terms.. actually she was ancient. she groaned and jerked her knives out of their sheath though she didn't have the typical leather or wooden case. No her babies were wrapped in chinese silk. She pulled red locks back up into a pony tail and then stomped over to a brace of wood that had no use but to allow her to chop the crap out of it.

She spun and whipped slicing the knives threw the solid oak like it was it was butter, leaving clean precise cuts. She was just slightly OCD. Look at her room, her book shelves anything and it was all organized. Though to look at the over all picture of her domain you wouldn't guess, some things were piled her.. but they were well organized piles. She was a bit of a freak, she knew it didn't care. Every slice was a pattern, a dance, a move in a game though this game was only in her mind. If she were out though she needed everything. Every second of training, every pre-planned move if she were to survive. She would not, would NOT be left weak and drained again. Never helpless, never again.

She had just stepped back, hands resting on her hips, knives still tucked into her hands when the door slid open two males stepping in. One she knew as Sevanni, didn't have to turn around to know he did something to the air, charged it maybe, commanded it? She didn't really think about it. The other, well it was human and male. she didn't really care about much else, she just could hear the pulse beat erotically in his throat, a seductive beat. She moved pushing her radio off she knew the fast beats she chose for her work out, weren't his favorites. "Sev darling, How did you know I was in need of a snack?" She purred waltzing over to the boy, her hips swaying in time with his heart beat. She came to stand in front of the boy "a fellow art lover.. how delightful? I'm, guessing abstract paintings right?" She purred tracing long manicured finger over his still slender shoulders, listening to him say something about his art, how it expressed his soul or something. She wasn't listening, all her senses were locked on the beat in his throat. "tell me are you a screamer?" she though he murmured a yes.. but she couldn't be sure. her tongue flicked out running over her fangs.

"Lovely" she whispered, fingers traveling from where they had been at his belt to tangle in his cropped hair, she tugged his head kissing him letting her fang nip at his lower lip causing a little blood there, sucking it from his mouth a moan escaped then she moved, the agresser in this game, she nibbled and kissed, rubbing her tongue against his artery there in his neck. it called to her, beggging.. she whispered back in gaelic wait just wait... not yet. she moved pressing close doing a slow grinding sensation before sinking her fangs into his throat. He gasp stiffening up in her arms, she hummed a sultry little diddy her momma used to coercer him into things he normally wouldn't ever do. he relaxed rolling his head to the side giving her accecs to his neck. She smiled draining him, most of the time she didn't drain her victims.. unless they were slaves or Sev delivered them personally. she stepped back letting the boy drop to the floor.

She stepped back looking at the boy/man and sighed almost.. regretfully then she was moving grabbing the towel to dry her sweat and wiping her mouth. "Sooo lazy day at home I see" she smiled her lips curling some before she wrapped her knives with care then turned leaning against the counter and taking the hair down, scrubbing at her scalp again. Her hair always ached and felt stiff after being up like that for so long.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

It seemed that Andrea had approved of the one chosen to fulfill her appetite for the night. It didn't matter, he would die, just like others died. Simple. Upon her approach Sevanni had taken it upon himself to be obllivious of them for a moment. Traveling over to the knives, dancing fingertips hovering just above. He had never ever touched anything that was special to the girls.

Andrea had her knives, and this room as well as her room upstairs. Rather than touch them, he felt the energy emmanating from them. When there was a relaxing shift in the air Sevanni had turned his gaze over to the two. It killed him that she was different from the others.

The will to not fully commit yourself like the others had. The will to want to submit in more ways than one. It was hard to accept it, but there was something about Andrea that led Sevanni to maintain the balance between them. Often hands would grip tight into balled painful fists in thought about her. Not wanting to let her go. He never wanted to let anyone go.

The boy arriving at the morrow would be his and he wouldn't want to let him go because there were qualities about him that Sevanni had appreciated. Split personalities were always fun. It was like having six different people in one. But he wanted his Darien back. That was for certain.

"Sooo lazy day at home I see" Words pulled him out of the thoughts he held for her. One day he would have her fully. It was what he had been working on before she had arrived at the house. He was lucky she settled with that.

His head lifted to watch her turn and move away from the corpse on the floor, packing up her knives ever so neatly. Another quality in her he adored. She was neat, like him, read books, and saw more in the world than just living to live.

"Every man should have a resting period." He spoke genuinely and made an approach as she grabbed a towel and took to her hair. "Don't you think so?" Maybe she would humm out a response and drive him to want to make her do it over and over again.

Before he had left there was a saddened weakness in him that wasn't his own. Tired, drained. Now Sevanni had life in him filled with determination, only it had been slow and calm sailing upon his return.

His hands took refuge to hers, guiding her to move in front of him and guided her form to rest against him as fingertips massaged her scalp tenderly. He could work his way down to her neck and shoulders. Occasionally it was his temples that bothered him after a work out. He guessed it was with the girls when they wore their hair up. Hair up or down she was still magnificent looking.

[andreaokeagan]

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Andrea O'Keagan

She liked neat she liked being able to go straight to what you wanted and grabbing it. She liked obtaining what belonged to her with ease. She didn't want to spend hours searching for something, everything had a place a purpose. Least in her minds eyes. Her weapons she babied, everything was pristine, neat, orderly well maintained. Would he believe those very knives his fingers hovered over were the ones she'd received at her 16th birthday handcrafted by her father. He'd taught her to fight, taught her to survive then given her the means to be able to do it. He'd taught her that if anything you kept your weapons always ready, always perfect, you sacrificed for them, made sure they were cared for.

She'd gone to China, she'd hand picked her silk, wrapped each one a precise way and stored them in a way that preserved them. She had many knives, so many beautiful pieces. Art work each of them, she had long swords, short swords, twin sets, so many pieces and many hung on her wall to precise to ever use though she could if needed. A smile curved her lips seeing him standing near her knives, he was always considerate of her things. Especially her knives, he understood their importance and didn't intrude. She liked that. Liked that they shared simular views on things, how they were alike in a great many ways. Though she did get a perverse sort of pleasure from know it annoyed him that she wouldn't completely submit that she defied him even in her mind by not putting her self in rank with his other little girls.

She kept her head high, she wouldn't put herself in such a high place as a accomplise but she wasn't with all the others. Never would be. She was a vampire turned by another, she didn't have an ounce of Sevanni in her. She was in her own right, her own person. Maybe that was what annoyed him that someone else had gotten to her before him and that she was here, where he wanted her but not fully his. Her lips curved in a wicked little grin, wondering just how much he brewed over her. Wouldn't it be lovely if she kept him up sometimes. It was probably just a sense of longing to be wanted that almost every woman on the planet had but the thought of him spending time thinking about her thrilled her, in secret little places she didn't talk about or express.

She nodded, muttering her agreement as she tucked her knives safely away in their silk, dragging long delicate fingers across the cool seductive material. " I do. rest is.... lovely a time to regroup and just relax." she was turned then giving him and her head her attention. Then his hands were there his fingers over her own, combed threw her red longs and drawing her against him, letting her rest against his chest while his hands took over for her. She never fully relaxed, never melted into him and became putty but it was always damn close. there was always just a piece of her she kept back, kept on guard...just in case. Maybe not so much because of him, but simply life had taught her to never fully let her guard down to always keep a fraction ready to fight.

She groaned eye lids dropping over icy blue eyes, golden half moon lashes fanning over high cheek bones, a hum of pleasure rumbled in her throat. Did he know how it felt to let her hair fall and have his hands there working the stress and tension from her scalp easing her muscles into a complaint state of contentment. "just... lower a hair.. aye there... just like that" She purred her pleasure, her voice thick with her scottish heritage. Usually unless tired or very satisfied her accent was only barely detectable when she used words like 'aye' or 'laddy'. Her hands rested on his chest, flat there, her fingers flexing out of reaction almost kneading his chest like a cat. "that.. tis lovely...mmmm" she said allowing him to work that little bit of magic on her. Needing the comfort letting his fingers banish the last of her demons, for now atleast.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

" I do. rest is.... lovely a time to regroup and just relax." Her words rang true, but often he hadn't the chance to fully rest and re-group. Too many things going on. If it were up to him he'd either want to remain awake for ever, or remain in complete endless rest. Hands worked over her tense muscles, her scottish accent ringing out as she guided him by words.

"just... lower a hair.. aye there... just like that" Her accent was so charming. He supposed that was one of the reasons why he had kept her around. Each of his persons had something special about them. Some sort of spark he had captured while in their presence.

A small smile crept across lips as she settled upon satisfactory. "that.. tis lovely...mmmm" Wasn't it? Could he not be just as good as the younger generation? He had more experience sure, knew how to give a woman what she wanted, but that didn't make him as good as them. There was no need to worry about age and why he knew he had fell better to the escapades of a woman and her desires. Her needs.

She would be turned to face him so he could let his hand snake along the back of his neck, his thumb running along the center of her throat, moving just under the chin and lifting her head to view him better.

"Why don't you show me what you have been practicing my lovely." His other hand drew up with quick speed, pointing a blade at her under the chin after moving his hand, pressing the sharp tip softly yet threatening against her skin so she would back away. It was up to her to show him, and he was hoping that she wouldn't hold back. She knew how it worked. Give and give so you can get. After all, he was always doing things to provoke her. Find out why she never wanted to truly give in to him. No one ever had like that before. Not like her.

[andreaokeagan]

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Andrea O'Keagan

Gaelic. Her accent was thick with it when she was tired and relaxed.Her voice brouge wasn't elegant or suave like French. It wasn't brisk and to the point like English could be. No gaelic was of the earth.It was Rich and Firm, A Purr, a rumble...it was solid earthy. Nothing etheral about Her accent or her for that matter. Andrea was a sturdy woman, her bone structure light and delicate looking but she was strong and steadfast, unmoving. She liked to believe she was unbeatable, unbreakable not They both knew that was a lie. He'd been there when she'd been dumped on his steps, a gift to prove a rebel gang of wolves' power. Mind you they'd made a grave mistake leaving her alive. After she'd recovered, regained her strength and her will she'd gone and destroyed the little mutts and their allies.

It had almost in a sense like a rape, they'd broke her, she still to this day questioned her self and she hated it. Perhaps that was why she relished his challenges when he purposely provoked her. Maybe that was why he provoked her.. to train her in around about way. Keep her from ever being the broken creature he'd taken in. There was no excuse she had been pathetic. She didn't deny didn't try to hide it.. she hated it but she embraced it and planned to never let it happen again.

His touch was heaven to her tense body, Not many touched her. She didn't let them nor did they dare. Sevanni was one of the few she allowed. She didn't do casual sex, didn't just go out and find some new-aged man to fufill her womanly urges. Normally she just hid in her room, ignored the urges, the needs, the wants. They were a weakness anyway, a way for a man to control you. Pretty much that was what it all boiled down to in the end. Why she didn't submit to Sev like all he's other good little pets. Why she help herself apart while she never followed convention. Why she enjoyed being the unique, strange beauty she was. She didn't want to be controlled. Didn't want to lose the reins of her life, didn't want to trust and hurt.

Suddenly a knife was at her throat, and a spark in her eye. So, he wanted to play then, wanted to see what she'd learned, what she'd been exercising on tonight. So be it. Her chin was tilted up leaving her at a slight disadvantage. Her lips curled up and she nodded flexing her fingers for just a slight second, She stood almost as tall as he only a few short inches, almost looked him in the eye. She was tall abnormally tall, 6'0. It gave her an advantage over most and she would probably need everything to go a round with Sev. She flexed then, bringing her leg up and around his waist actually bringing her body closer, a little grin still curving her lips as she leaned back, her body laying back flat as she grabbed a knife from her set and then backed away, untangling from him.

She defied him at every turn, always testing the waters. She loved it. Loved knowing she puzzled him, that she was differant from all his little dolls and he couldn't figure it out. "Come and get my Darling" She even threw in a wink to tease him. It always was more fun sparring with a partner.