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Post by * Ixandra Marie on Jun 18, 2009 9:44:38 GMT -5
New York, New York
1:37 AM
Ixandra was tall, curvy, blonde, and alone. In a dark alleyway. That was never a good thing to begin with. But, after just watching a football game and winning fifty dollars off of her brother, it didn't really bother her so much. She smiled, in tight ripped jeans and a brand-new white wife beater. Her ever-showing knee high converse were with her, looking just the more neon green in color against the normality of her clothing. Today, she had black clips in with braided pig tails. There was such a contrast in the colors, the two silvery blonde strands and then the black one. But, all in all, she looked good. She always did. She started to think about all of the people she had known over the years here in New York. There had been a lot. But only one in particular really made her smile. He knew who he was and probably knew she was thinking of him, him being a vampire and all. But still, walking in the darkness, she smiled to reveal gleaming pearly whites. She bit the side of her lip, stopping to lean against the wall and reapply her red lip gloss. Her make up tonight was like that of a nineteen-fifty's starlet -- dark eyes, red lips. And DAMN, did she have the lips for it. Bright red and plump, they were just the right size for any color she wanted to put on them. Or anything else, for that matter.
She sighed, against the wall, her mind going back to that boy. She wondered where he was at that. very. second...
Probably with another woman, knowing him. Ixandra sighed. 'Come on, Ixi Stix, get over it.' she thought to herself. 'He was just another boy...' But that wasn't always true and she knew it as well as her heart did. But that didn't mean she had to admit it. Besides, who wanted to think about dumb boys anyway?! Well, apparently half of the population, if you think about it... But Ixi did not want to be one of them. Not now, not alone. Not with him lurking somewhere in the city. She smiled again, from the thought. Man, this was not working out for her.
"Shit!" she said, having dropped her purse. She bent down to retrieve the scattered objects, her compact in two pieces, a mirror side and a make-up and pad side. She grumbled to herself, silently, rearranging her back-up type purse so nothing could fall out. Again.
All this and she was only 3, maybe 4 blocks from her hotel.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Jun 18, 2009 10:14:41 GMT -5
Sevanni was never one for blonds. He did appreciate one blond however. His little pixie stick whom he had thrashed on a couple of occasions. She took it like a man and gave him back annoyance. But the blond in the alley did pique his interest as he passed by. Her aroma was intoxicating simply because she was a mortal. Human, very much unlike him.
Tonight, or this great morning as the sun had yet to play peek-a-boo with him. Not that it would matter. Would he die or be cast out into exile should he start to burn in the sun again? He imagined as much, and staying away from his Emi was not something that he cared to cater to. Not when there was something worth living for. Even the soon return of a good old friend and enemy was about to approach.
He dressed casually, which was rare. Usually he was always in a suit with a crisp clean shirt. Cuff links and shoes. But no, he wore a red sweater with black and white lines stretched across the width, khaki's and a pair of white sneakers with a red line on it's side. He had made sure that his things were picked up from the little tailor that he wanted so very much. Paid in full, and still Sevanni's offer remained.
"You really shouldn't hang around New York allies all by yourself you know." He spoke with poise and what was that? Concern? No. It was a mere start to something he had hoped to be fun. Fun for him? It was always fun for him when it came down to a mortal. The great old Mr. Black and his immortal luster and hunger for humans. Like a fat person loved cake, he loved his mortals.
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Post by * Ixandra Marie on Jun 18, 2009 11:15:10 GMT -5
Ixi, scooping the last of her things back into her black bag, slung the inconvenience over her shoulder. She turned to the figure, this handsome man in the distance.
"You're right, it isn't. But hey, is ANY dark alley really ever safe?" she asked with her oh-so innocent smile. Her blue eyes swept over him discreetly, then reeled back to his eyes. There was something in his eyes... Something that slightly disturbed her. She tilted her head slightly, causing the two braids to slide off of her shoulder, revealing the part of one side of her neck. She quickly flipped the braid back into place. When it came to style, Ixi's may have been very random, but it was always perfect in her own sense. Not one hair out of place. She realized that she was frowining slightly and smiled again.
"But, then again, it isn't safe for you to be in a dark alleyway either. You never know, I might be a serial killer." she teased, her voice obviously joking. There was about a two second pause after that. She was biting on her lip again, thinking of that one particular boy. Man, she really did need to get over him, romp with someone else every so often. Ixi rubbed her neck where she could still feel his biting her, her leg stung from where she had bruises for days after he was gone, her inner thighs ached with soreness... Yes, she needed a drink. She always did this late at night. Something or someone always seemed to creep upon her, into her thoughts and cause her to yearn for some champagne, some fruity drinks, some... Well, let's be honest, she was a Southern girl with a thirst for whiskey. Lots and lots of whiskey... And right now, that thirst needed to be satiated. Just as soon as she could walk the three to four blocks to her hotel, then slip into the bar and party hard like she used to. Ahh... She could almost feel the burn in her throat just form thinking of it.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Jun 18, 2009 11:35:32 GMT -5
"You're right, it isn't. But hey, is ANY dark alley really ever safe?" Admittedly her little quip did make sense. The quizzical hint of a statement. Already he was taking a couple of steps closer. If she thought he was going to assist her in picking up her things, or any such nicety that a mortal man would make to gesture some sort of sensual closeness, she was dead wrong in thinking it.
The last time Sevanni had grown attached and close to a mortal, she ended up being turned by his worst enemy. The bastard was number one on his list and would forever be unless James gave Sevanni a firm and sympathetic apology on both of his knees, he would remain there for as long as either of them lived. Sevanni was the one however that would out live James.
"But, then again, it isn't safe for you to be in a dark alleyway either. You never know, I might be a serial killer." He certainly chortled to that remark. It wasn't him who had to look out for the bad guys, it was her and the bad guys that had to look out for Sevanni.
"You might be." He replied, continuing trails over the concrete as he finally stalked over with closeness. "Or I could be." He spoke a little darker, even if she had a sense of humor, he felt as though her smiles and innocent gestures would soon fade from that pretty little face of hers.
"What do you think kitten?" He asked as he let fingers from his right hand dance in the tips of her left pig tail, bringing the other hand up to grasp hold of the other, the right hand grasping the one he had first taken to, only to turn them sideways and stand behind the dumpster, pushing her to the wall and pressing his weight against her in a trapping mode. "Am I the bad guy you should look out for?
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Post by * Ixandra Marie on Jun 18, 2009 12:26:02 GMT -5
"Or I could be." At this Ixandra knew she was in trouble but also that she couldn't do anything about it. So, she just stood there, watching him. Ixi thought about this for a moment. She chewed on her lip, looking up, into his eyes. "No. You don't look like that type of bad guy I would look out for, personally." she said after a bit. "No offense to you of course but you are doing this all wrong. I mean really, pulling my hair? You pull like a third grade girl to begin with and then you don't seem to know anything at all about masochism, which I know a lot about. I mean, really, leave a bruise if you're gonna hurt me. And if it's rape that you're after, just do it already, I'm bored." she snuck her hand up to caress his cheek. "Good girls re made of sugar and spice but I'm a bad girl made of whipped cream and ice." she whispered. "So do it right and don't do it." She looked at their very comproising positions. "Now, if you'd like to get out of my way, I'll show you how it's done. But, you also don't have to and keep up this whole "I'm gonna eat you -- RAWR!" thing you think you've got goin' on. Which, by the way, is a bit pathetic because if you bite like you pull hair, you probably aren't going to get anything, not even blood. Oh, and also, if you're going for rape, you could at least let me know so I know what to expect. Also, I'm rambling when you go to rape someone, they can't ramble. If the ramble they get a closer and closer look at your face and you get closer and closer to prison time... Did I mention I'm not eighteen yet? Yeah, I turned seventeen last May... Hmm... I don't quite know of anything else..." she paused for a moment, biting on her lip again. She was an actress, always had been, and this was her best performance yet. She actually looked believable. As if she really was that cool with this huge man hovering above her. But in truth she was scared out of her mind. Sh knew from experience it never did any good to cower, so this time she had stood up, fighting in her own way. She seemed strong. She seemed... Not like Ixandra Marie DaSilva at all. Ixi Stix wasn't like this. Ixi was more like a seven year old trapped in a drop dead gorgeous body than a real woman. She didn't even see what was the big deal with sex any way. All you did was spread your legs and hope for the best pain you could get. Which usually was bare minimum lately with all the British guys. The all wanted marriage and kids and seemed to have small packages to offer the wife that they picked. But that would never be Ixi, oh no. Marriage was right up there with suicide on her to do list. And she was definitely not an emo kid. "So, Hunni, what'll it be?" she asked, in her slight Southern accent.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Jun 30, 2009 20:39:54 GMT -5
The kitty had a mouth on her that was for certain. Sevanni could deal with the cutsie type, but how long it usually lasted wasn't very long. She looked like the playful girl that he could definitely toss around for a bit of fun. She was wrong for saying she hadn't been the type to watch out for a guy like him. A chortle lifted when she mentioned raping her. As if he had to rape anyone. If he spotted someone he wanted, he got them. It was that simple. Sometimes he didn't have to search at all. They were just there.
His hand caught her hand before it touched the flesh of his face. Gripping her wrist hard and catching the words that fluttered off of her pretty little tongue. "Good girls re made of sugar and spice but I'm a bad girl made of whipped cream and ice." A grin was given in her direction, almost snickering not only to her actions, but her words.
"So, Hunni, what'll it be?" She was bold. A wise ass that needed her clock cleaned. There was slight disappointment at the mention of her age. She was young and not nearly ripe enough to be picked from the mortal tree. Too young to turn, too young to enjoy, but not young enough to where she couldn't provide a nice little prick induced nectar into his mouth. How warm and divine she must taste.
"I don't think you really know who your talking to like that, but I suggest you take it down a notch or I'll make sure you never talk again." He meant it too. He could pull out her chatterly tongue as if it had been a slip of two ply toilet paper and think nothing of it. He could always toss it to one of the kids, but they weren't due for another couple of weeks.
Sevanni laid hands over her biceps, pressing them to her sides and against the wall. "Now...." He began with a low melancholy tone as he looked her square in the eye. "You will address me as Sir, and speak to me like the respectful little girl I know you are." Seventeen year olds hated being referred to as "little girls" He knew that for a fact. They always wanted to be older than what they were. It was sad really.
The bitch needed to learn some respect first and foremost. Maybe he could work on her progressively. Maybe not. Maybe he would never see her again. Maybe he would. He wasn't quite sure anymore about anything, and planning ahead was just a pain in the ass.
"Now. How about we start over and begin again? Hmmm?" He asked with the finalities of a growl low in his throat.
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Post by * Ixandra Marie on Jun 30, 2009 21:36:50 GMT -5
Ixandra sighed. OKay so the fearful and cowering way didn't work for her the first time. Now this time the lying and fighting way didn't work either. She shook her head and looked down.
"Starting over..." she repeated, trapped on the side of the wall. "Yes, Sir, let's do that. My name is Ixandra Marie DaSilva and I am twenty-two years old. It seems if I lie and pretend not to be afraid, you get angry. But if I was to act on my fear and cower, it would only entice you. So my question is this," She looked up at him, her eyes telling the truth of her story and alast showing her fear. "How do I get out of this predicament I am in with you, Sir?" She questioned, wetting her lips ater saying the words and pressing herself further onto the wall. She paused before adding, "What is it that you want from me, if not rape?"[/color
'Perhaps,' she thought, 'I was not off when I stated that he looked ready to eat me... But then again, vampires are only in the stories I read, never in real life.'
But, oh, dear Ixi was very wrong once more. For, how could there be no vampires when she had met them before? And why, oh why, was her mind not letting her think that possibility? The answer?? FEAR.
The same reason her mind dared not think about her past, or what the man before her may answer to her questions.
The man who, she noted, smelled faintly of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. He was obviously a rich one, this man that had her trapped. Obviously mugging was out of the question.
So what was it he wanted? Her mind thought about it and if it wasn't sex there really was ony one possibility it would not let her think. So, in the end, her mind went blank instead, rather than allow itself to show it's ideas.
Minds often did that, one knew, but not minds like Ixandra's. Ixandra was a bright girl, with smarts enough to go to Harvard. But college was not right for her, the idea of schooling again in it's own a fright far worse than this attacker who ha her pressed so close to the foul smelling wall. His hands were on her arms, at her sides, pressing her there. He was... hurting her.
With this realization, a slow one but one none the less, her eyes grew a bit in size. Pain she was quite acquianted with, the pain of her soft flesh bruising under the hands of a man pressing her down or against something. But it was that specific pain that made her panic.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Jul 1, 2009 18:41:48 GMT -5
"Starting over..." Agreement. Oh how very lovely. It wasn't as if she had a choice in the matter. It was one of those things you just couldn't refuse when someone loomed over you and demanded it. "Yes, Sir, let's do that. My name is Ixandra Marie DaSilva and I am twenty-two years old. It seems if I lie and pretend not to be afraid, you get angry. But if I was to act on my fear and cower, it would only entice you. So my question is this," Then there was the hint of fear when he had made a certain face that suggested she stop talking, or she was talking too much.
At least she was hopping around like other females did in his presence. It was annoying. The only time he didn't mind much movement was when he was walking and talking. "How do I get out of this predicament I am in with you, Sir?" A low hum nestled up in his throat as he moved in closer to her. He could smell her more strongly now. Her blood. How inviting she was. How bad he wanted to break skin and feel....... His thoughts had to stop at that. Mortals and Blood combined with Sevanni just didn't put one at ease.
"Predicament?" He asked curiously. "What is it that you want from me, if not rape?" He could have laughed. Mortals were so short sighted. Sevanni took a breath, pushing off of her to stand a mere foot away. It wasn't as if she could run. He could reach her before she made it half way down the alley and then, then he would hurt her for trying to escape him. He could shove her through one of those building doors on the side and no one would find her body til next week. Or he could simply take a snack and keep an eye on her so she wouldn't run to the fuzz. Even if they did, they could all die just as quick.
"I merely came along after you dropped your belongings." Spoken so casually as if nothing had happened. He did push off of her and move away rather fast. In fact, it was too fast to even realize he had done so.
"Why are you pressed against the wall?" She could have been delusional really. Who knew what kind of stuff she was on. "Is everything okay?" He didn't want to let his fangs come out. He didn't want to feel the pain of their thickness lift up and make him crave her more. No....no he had to act right.
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Post by * Ixandra Marie on Jul 1, 2009 18:58:47 GMT -5
"Is everything okay?"
Ixandra froze, looking at him. Had it all been in her head? Had she only imagined the panic that had risen in her, the pain, the... memory-enduced delusion, perhaps? She swallowed hard, shaking her head.
"I- I guess I was just remembering some things..." she said, not believing it herself. After all, how could she when there was the throbbing pain in her wrist? The low pulsating sense of pain, the small bruising she wouldn't notice until the next day, but he would probably be long gone before that could happen, wouldn't he? Yes, of course he would. They all left relatively quickly, the boys Ixandra met.
Ixi Stix bit down on her lip, fighting back the urge to cry now that she had the memories, oh the memories, floating about within her head, just above the area of her temporals... She looked up at him with a made-up smile, ever so perfect and innocent once more.
"Thanks for wanting to help, but I got it. I'm just a real clutz, dropping everything all the time," she giggled. "But, hey, that's life right? Making mistakes and learning from them... Yeah, learning from mistakes..." She was rambling at this point. She swallowed hard, doing anything, ANYTHING, to fight the sadness, the pressure that enveloped her.
'Not again, Ixi Stix, not here and not now...' she told herself internally, trying to block back the memories through thought. 'Anything else, but not that... Not again.' She sighed, and shrugged at him.
"Since you were going to help can I interest you in a coffee or something? My treat. I know this great little cafe but a few blocks away from this very spot, if you'd like." Yeah, she was sort of hitting on the guy. But not purposely. She always did this, was always overly kind to any stranger. She was old enough to know better, but still too young to care. It was like buying friendship, really. Only you were no longer in Kindergarden and the one dollar juice boxes went up to fifteen dollar cosmos at the local bar. But what did it matter to have someone, something, around for just a short time? She tilted her head, closing her eyes for a second and smiling at him as she waited patiently for his response.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Jul 6, 2009 0:20:25 GMT -5
"I- I guess I was just remembering some things..." More like thinking she was going insane or some such. Either way she didn't even think twice about what had just happened. Maybe she liked being roughed up and smart mouthed. Maybe she was just that kind of naughty girl. He couldn't tell, but she had proven that thus far.
"Thanks for wanting to help, but I got it. I'm just a real clutz, dropping everything all the time," she giggled and he gave an awkward smile as if it weren't a problem. "But, hey, that's life right? Making mistakes and learning from them... Yeah, learning from mistakes..." She was doing that rambling thing again and he wanted to just shush her with a finger to her lips, or clasping four fingers to thumb so she would shut her jaw.
It wasn't that he didn't like her voice. She had a very lovely voice and it was nice to hear it, only it was the constant chatter of ramblings she had consistently given since he had ventured down the alley. "It's quite alright. Everyone's entitled to a bad day or two." He could hear her heart beat pound more normally now, the cool rushing of her blood had faded from his senses, and that was mostly because he had backed away.
"Since you were going to help can I interest you in a coffee or something? My treat. I know this great little cafe but a few blocks away from this very spot, if you'd like." A stroll wouldn't hurt. Coffee probably could. He would tag along. Always could. Decline the drink there, maybe she would offer him something else so he wouldn't take it from her. That thought had to be pushed from his mind because it was that envelopment of blood that piqued his interest.
From the sight of her he knew he wanted to keep her. That mouth, he wasn't sure but he was sure she could be toned down. Know how to carry herself around him. After all, no one ever really knew what to do around Sevanni. Many fidgeted which pissed him off. Some moved around which was worse. But this girl....she liked to talk, and it wasn't as bad as the other things mentioned.
"Thank you....Though I didn't do much to help....but.....I accept." He gave a short smile as he looked at her. It was one of those moments you play out when you knew that somehow you were going to taste that damn blood oh how it smelled from there and how he wanted to taste it and no, no those thoughts again had to be pushed away. Out in the street life. Yes, he could smell others and not just her intoxicating aroma.
"Coffee sounds great."
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Post by * Ixandra Marie on Jul 8, 2009 17:06:14 GMT -5
"Thank you....Though I didn't do much to help....but.....I accept." He gave a short smile as he looked at her. "Coffee sounds great."
Ixandra smiled back at him. "Thanks... Umm, it's on the corner of 42nd and West..." she took a step towards him, touching his hand and smiling her infamous innocent smile at him. "Follow me."
It was a rather chill evening, no immoral activity around them as she led him to her favorite Cafe, Le Bonaire's. It was like a French form of Starbucks, minus the loud people and annoying movements. Ixandra herself hated sitting in a Cafe and seeing someone drumming on the table like and idiot as they waited for their coffee... But then again, it was less annoying as people that liekd to click their pens repetitively just to amuse themselves, she supposed. She smiled. There was always something worse, right? Always.
She glanced back at the man from the alley way... He was tall and handsome... But why had she thought of him pinning her against the wall?? Was she indeed going crazy like everyone thought??
She sure hoped not. She sighed, softly reaching their destination in moments. The cafe was open but you had to sit and then we waited on, like a restaurant. "Where would you like to sit?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. She stopped and waited for a response, watching him. Within a couple of seconds, she let her eyes watch over the man, taking in is features. "Oh, I'm Ixi, by the way... What might I call you?" She asked, with a smile to him. The cafe around them was decorated in browns and tans, with a little white. It was a happening place in New York simply because it wasn't noisy, had good service, and was clean. Which, all in all, was hard to find in New York City. But, this was one of the rare places that was actually okay. It was a place that Ixandra approved of and missed when she went home to London... Then she'd walk to the nearby cafe and realize that there wasn't much difference, of course, but in New York, she always stopped by.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Jul 15, 2009 9:33:39 GMT -5
When Sevanni said coffee sounded great, he meant it. He loved the smell of freshly ground and brewed coffee. He often visited a little coffee house not but a twenty minute ride from his house in the Hamptons. He never lied. Ever. "Thanks... Umm, it's on the corner of 42nd and West..." He knew where she spoke of. He had never been inside due to all of the various scents around him. Different strands of blood that made him want to trap everyone in and go crazy. Maybe he would do that and take Emi with him. It would prove most fun.
They walked in it's direction, already the scent of coffee and pastry had filled his senses, a gentleman. Opening the door and holding it open. She seemed so small and tiny in front of him, the looks that had captured the essence of the present. He would have to find out what they called girls like her. As much as he kept up with the times, it was the style of the youth he couldn't grasp.
"Where would you like to sit?" Spoken as she looked over at him. He didn't really care, so long as he got to see what the little one had on her mind. "Why don't you choose." She seemed to know the place so well, maybe she had a favorite spot.
"Oh, I'm Ixi, by the way... What might I call you?" He piqued a friendly smile, his fangs were well tucked away from sight so there were no worries there. "Sevanni." He began while holding out his hand and letting out a chortle. "Sevanni Black." She would soon call him Sir and realize down the road that it hadn't been her losing her mind, he had simply tried to play it off as if she had. Clueless to his kind around her. Just how he liked it when he chose his dolls. Unknowing.
They took refuge where she had chosen, Sevanni parking it like any other man would. Someone would ask him what he wanted, and he would have to order something. Maybe he could just become too interested in her words to even attempt a bite. Eating mortal food for him was not a good thing, as much as he wanted to, he knew the result would not become him.
"So Ixi....that's quite an unusual name. How did you come about it?" He asked her while relaxing back. Eyes had already scanned the place for potential meals and problem makers. He would order a scone. Maybe with some raspberries and creme. Something mocha, that smell always made him smile.
Sevanni listened as she spoke, accepting the food and beverage as the woman had brought over their order. Never touching it, occasionally playing with the small plate and moving it an inch left or right, north or south. Maybe she would ask questions, maybe she wouldn't.
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