Boys Can Have Fun Too (Open)

[*Kane & Abel Westin]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] A new place. As usual it was always a new surrounding with a different atmosphere than they would have liked. Kane and Abel. The best and worst twin brothers that anyone could ask for when it came to keeping loyal subjects. When they felt they were no longer needed, it had became an issue to them personally and therefor had went to the next best thing. Devastated sure, the boys were crushed they could no longer be kept by hers truly, and so it was on with a move. Their darling sister they would miss, the others with whom they had grown close to in the coven house. But to be like this, well, they may as well have been put to sleep like rabid dogs who needed to be put out of their misery. "This feels wrong." Abel spoke first and it was simply because he missed his mistress and knew how she felt about this man. Kane looked over, strong eying his brother so he would know to keep his mouth closed. Abel turned his head as the two boys stood at the end of the road, both sets of eyes looking over at the beautiful villa laid before them. "It will be fine. He's Mallie's father just as she is her mother, and we have an agreement." Kane reminded his brother who in return smirked in a frowning sort of way, nodding his head with the slightest motion. One would simply have to keep an eye on his movements just to notice. It had taken a little bit of time to adjust to their new surroundings. Obviously they were both simply floored by their keep. The keeper of the place had even gave them a new house on the property. Kane and Abel were nothing without their playhouse. It was the one place Abel could go and actually get away from his brother and play mortal game systems. It was more his than Kane's, but Kane did have a nice comfortable space within it that would keep the two apart. Now they were in town on the second night in Italy, carousing the town and checking out what was where and who was who, and more importantly, who would taste the best on their little tongues. Maybe take someone up to a room and get off before they off'ed them. It was always a game with the two. Deviants who enjoyed fucking with everyone else for pure enjoyment. If you could entertain the boys well, then you were even more appetizing. Now it just mattered which establishment they would enter.

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[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Her feet propelled underneath her, and it seemed from a far away glance that her feet weren’t even touching the soft and run down path. Her fangs were just dipped with the scent of blood driving her senses for the taste of more. This was what she liked about Italy, besides the actual mortal food. The fact that most mortals put up a fight for their life, unlike in America, and the laziest back in her home. Her cerulean blue hues hinted, catching gleam in the night sky. The mortal fleeing for his life kept looking back over his shoulder, the white of his collared shirt stained with a red and dripping liquid. The subject of blood fascinated her to no end. The fact that her race could just take and take, without ever really being satisfied. A maniac grin small but enough, was to assure the prey that she was not about to give up on this chase. And slowly she gained speed on him, his slowing down for his human motor skills failing him slowly. This only gave Rose time for her muscled legs (though not unattractively so) to let themselves take full form. Her petite form as well, allowed her to move more aerodynamically. Within several meters, she was in full range to reach out and yank him back, which she did. The strangled noise that emitted from the sound from his larynx was enough to make her handle him more aggressively. Not bothering to turn him around, Rose smothered her mouth into his neck, ripping and tearing her way the quickest and fastest way to keep the blood running. She took care though not to mess her outfit though, because she had just brought this from a shoot she had just been at only several minutes ago. The guzzling from the conjoined bodies continued for about several minutes, before Rose let him fall, limp and barely alive. To her disappointment her mouth had been dirtied to a very grotesque extent, and very unladylike. Taking advantage of the limp man laying at her feet, she ripped a tear of cloth from his sleeve. She patted the corners of her mouth, letting her tongue clean the rest. Rolling the man onto a more hidden pathway, she continued her walking as if nothing had happened down the road. After walking some more, another scent, well actually two that were almost identical, crossed her path. Rose’s eyebrow quirked up, at the unusualness of the situation. Perhaps they were family, taking a stroll. No matter, she would continue her walk. Rose portrayed the appearance of an innocent fifteen year old so well, she deserved an Oscar. Her movement was fluid, moving like liquid as the forms quickly approached her viewing. They in fact, seemed to be the same. Which, meant two scents that smelled the same, and two complexes that appeared the same, could it be twins? And Rose only knew two vampire twins in her entire life. Her expression almost fell, but she forced it back up. Those twins had belonged to a person Rose was not entirely fond of. Aubrey, it seemed to flood her. Yes, Aubrey, and the first time she had seen these boys was at a masquerade ball, glued to her side. Where was Aubrey now? Off down in the little cottage splayed out below them fucking some man, while they kept guard? She could only bite back a sharp laughter, from the scene that played out in her mind. But that also, didn’t seem like Aubrey. She was loyal to her men, most of the time. She was within several meters of them, but stepped to the side so she wouldn’t have to part through them. As she passed, she cast a glance out of the corner of her eye, noting their existence. Rose was almost triggered to say something to them. But the look in their eyes defeated the purpose of any lame jokes coming from her lips tonight. ----------------------------------------------- eh, got muse to burn. Wearing this with a count of 665

[*Kane & Abel Westin]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Drones. They were all drones. These people that walked about before their path. Smoking and drinking and having nothing but sexual thoughts in their brains. When was the next lay? Which mountain they would climb. It was all the same and the boys were growing tired of it. "I already know." Started Kane before Abel could huff and expell such words. Abel simply smirked. He hated when his brother knew what was on his mind or how he was feeling. Sometimes it came in handy, but other times when he didn't like his own feelings and thoughts shared with his brother, it was just plain annoying. "Would you stop doing that.....It's rather annoying." Abel let out in a much more irritated tone. What was Kane to do? He was who he was and he couldn't help if he did in fact know what was going on with his own brother. The night was careless. One person had already bumped into Kane. Had it been an Abel bump then blood would have spilled in the streets and the boys already knew the rules of these lands. Sevanni coveted Italy, and everyone else had their own piece of cake. They missed Aubrey though. She had been their bubble for a while, and to be snatched away like that, simply abandoned, well, it was unexpected, and the boys had no choice but to move on along with their little sister. t was going to be a very long year, and it was already half over. "Mmmm." Abel chimed out with a mellow hum, his stomach had started to dive at the fresh scent of blood and not only that, a scent that they had remembered from a long time come. They were trained like that. Like dogs who were on the hunt for their wild prey. Perhaps the boys should have been pressed to be mutts, for it was their senses that made them immaculate. Kane's eyes shifted to view through his brothers uprising. An expulsion of air collided with wind and his eyes closed for a couple of seconds before opening lids to browse over Rose. If wolves growled under their breaths, then this had definitely been an aching hum that gurgled in their throats as they looked her over. Why was she in Italy? Not only that, what was she doing so close to the villa? Hyde was dead. Perhaps she came to claim his body parts. The last bit of his blood stored for something special. Perhaps it was to rid the world of Sevanni Black. And with that thought the two had chuckled to themselves. "Well look at who we have here." Abel started. His voice so pitched with mellow compromise. Behave.....Behave..... They remembered her. They remembered wanting to play with her innards and rolling around in her blood while feasting on her bits here and there. They remembered the words their beloved Mistress had said about her to them. Time was different now, and even so, friendly or not, they still had a duty to fulfill. This was going to be on Rose to take it to a new level. "Daddy let you come out to play with us?" Kane smirked crookedly with dashing eyes as he overlooked her. What would she come up with? Would she try something funny? An escape perhaps? Anything was possible really, and it was only a matter of time before it all came to surface.

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[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] In situations such as these, Rose was as harmless as the flower she was named after. And the innocence of that, depended on the opinion of one who had come into contact with a rose. Her intentions in Italy, were none that were meant to seem predatorily, or looking for any trouble. But then again, trouble stalked her almost as bad as Hyde had. Her lips turned upwards, at the thought of her obsessed stalker. Where were his whereabouts? Was he in fact watching over her as she swept past the twins? Or maybe he had been assigned a different bounty, though he was no longer trying to kill her. Just assault and attack her to no end. "Well look at who we have here." Rose turned around, to face them both. She wasn’t sure who had spoken, or much of anything else between them. The exact reason she hated twins of the same sex. Hardest to tell apart, and even harder to love. Folding her arms, leaning on one leg so that her hip jutted out slightly, she cocked an eyebrow. She think it was the one on the right, who had spoken, but wasn’t sure. To be safe, she kept her eyes moving between them, not nervously but calm. “Hello there boys. Haven’t seen you two by yourselves, in oh, ever. Where’s your mistress? Off scavenging for a meal?” Rose remembered how attached they were to Aubrey, and smiled in a snarky manner. Hopefully, she’d hit a sore spot. Though the boys were highly attractive, she couldn’t dare find herself hanging around them any longer. Because wherever there were gorgeous men, there hid an atrocious Aubrey. Rose never cared for her, nor would she ever. That was, if she saw her again. Turning around to continue her walk back into the villa, right as the comment about her father was said. She stopped in her tracks, her expression unreadable for the most part. "Daddy let you come out to play with us?" her eyelids slowly closed over her eyes, grateful for her back to be to them. “Hm, see that’s one of the reasons we’re so different. I’m an adult, I answer to no one. You...you answer to a woman who has you whipped so badly, I feel the need to give you ointment for the cuts,” she turned her head back, to cast them a look, “I stopped answering to my father quite some time ago. You should do the same with your...What do they call it? Sugar momma?” with a lasting satisfied smirk and her unruly British accent, she picked up her feet again. Rose wasn’t in the mood to toy with them, but if they decided they wanted to try and take a bite out of her, by hell would she let them. A small, contemplative smirk crossed her lips too, as a cynical thought crossed her mind. It had been awhile since she’d seen any good action from just about anyone. So maybe, a little duel would be beneficial. She trekked down the path, listening intently, as nothing like the pair of feet crossed into her ears. ----------------------------------------------- with a count of 524

[*Kane & Abel Westin]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] It was bad enough they had to endure the very pain of not being around their mistress, but to hear that woman’s own presence before them, it was enough to set off one of the brothers, and of course, it was the youngest. Abel had started to breathe a bit heavier than normal. All of his muscles in that neck of his had started to sprout life within those veins as if he were actually alive. This vampire had started to falter, and Kane knew it. He could feel it within himself and it was a matter of time before Abel leapt out and took out Rose’s neck. For shame on her. For shame on Rose for mentioning Aubrey. It had started at the mention of her father. Their father had been captured a long time ago and went without word of his whereabouts. Hartley. Hartley Westin was a good man. Sure, as if he were already dead and they were once again mourning him. Kane had bubbled then. But he held back like the good son who had to set an example for the younger of the brothers. Quickly Kane’s arm went out before Abel’s chest. It happened just as Abel had started to lunge out at her. The pale faced brat who’s maker was on his death bed. Pity Sevanni hadn’t killed him yet. Letting Hyde bleed for days was a fun idea that the twins would enjoy, but maybe Rose would like to know the same amount of information some time soon. Abel was frowning with agony because he couldn’t be set free, but it was Kane who Rose had to be worried about, for it was Kane who did the most horrible things to those he disliked with all intentions. “How about I rip off your face and then eat it before sending you on your way?” He spoke harshly as he pushed toward her closer and closer, all the while holding his brother back still. Brows raised with a quizzical disposition, spoken to the wanna be beauty queen who was nothing more than a mere damper on life and the dead it’s self. Scarring the word beauty with everything she had. If there was a God, he wouldn’t have made her so ugly on the inside as she was on the out.

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[Rose Decumbry]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] She said things for a reason, and never took them back. That was foolish, and overall childish. Nobody ever meant to take back what they said; it was out of fear of being punished for their words. Fear was what made people weak and Rose would be damned if she was thought of as a weakling. She’d survived many hard and tiresome things, hell she’d survived what she shouldn’t have. She’d been burned so badly, a chunk of her everlasting life had been wasted upon recovery. She’d been in some pretty sticky situations, and the one with the twins now, had nothing on her. The movement behind her cast no alarm in her bones, she only kept walking. If they wanted to toy with her, let them. Wounds were wounds, and she’d been known to fight like a hell demon herself. Most wounds were dealt with painfully, the fact that she’d had her eye ripped from its socket and eaten like a piece of meat. The memory was as fresh as the day it’d happened, or well, night. The group that Kane and Abel seemed to circulate with was the group she’d fought the most often with. A sigh escaped her lips as the threat to tear her face off and eat it crossed into her ears. How interesting. A low hum escaped her lips, pleasuring the idea of it, “Sounds tempting, but I’ll pass.” Rose was more than a quarter way down the slope, about to pass into the villa. “You know, on grown up business,” she couldn’t help but enjoy herself with these two. They were so easily tempered it seemed to turn out, just as she was. Rose though, was better at hiding immediate anger. But something was off about tonight. The air was too chilling, the place almost too quiet. Normally, she’d have the feeling of somewhat comfort, but this was anything but that. A pit filled her stomach, this wasn’t right. Did they know something? If they did, they wouldn’t tell her, would they? No matter, she would find out on her own. A few yards from the area, she stopped. What if this was all a trap that she had so meekly walked into? Rose raised a skeptical eyebrow, if this was the case, she would be more than pissed off. So if she was pissed off, then she’d be fine. What if Sevanni was behind this? What if Hyde was behind this? But why would they have brought Kane and Abel? There were too many variables and not enough time to sit here and figure it out. And standing here looking like she was paranoid, wasn’t quite helpful. Rose picked up her feet, continuing the walk, strolling in the villa. Oh how interesting tonight could be, if it planned out correctly in her head. But with the luck she’d had in her life, she’d be bought closer to death then those silly little burns. Oh, only if she hoped so. Rose played coy, not letting any emotion show on her face. ----------------------------------------------- with a count of a count of 508

[*Kane & Abel Westin]

[atrb=width,375,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] They didn't care for her words or her tone. The both of them. Rose was so ill tempered that it would have been eons before either of them won in a verbal contest. Though Kane doubted her skills, considering her hair color changed more than her shoes. "Leave her be mate.....Not like she's the fresh face on the front page anymore." Kane started. "Right then. Best to leave it be. Besides, it's not as if we like females who starve themselves into the grave. What they call it now?" "Death by starvation." Kane interjected with Abel's reply. "But she's already dead." "Right, but it's still the same." The two shrugged, not really caring one way or the other. They both knew Rose could hear them, which was why they did it in the first place really. Rose had decided to wander off. It was her best bet to do so anyway. They would have loved to display her body to those who loved her. Beautiful organs on the outside of her body and spilling to the earth below. Eyes looking over their beloved Rose. Such a pity to not be able to enjoy that. It would have been beautiful. The two were rambling on from there on out as they headed out and toward the fountain and Penn Square. It was the point of town in which they were. Find someone to play with and head home after their meal. They had a big weekend coming up for the yacht party, and they needed their sleep for their mission. Oh what a tangled web they weaved. Sorry so short, but this is finishing up this thread. Thread CLOSED

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