Hungry Eyes [CLOSED]

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Who: Pepper Potts, Damon Salvatore
What: You're mine tonight / Now I've got you in my sights
Where: On the way back from checking up Malibu Mansion people.
When: Wednesday, May 26
Warnings: Vampirism, probably a mind-controlled Pepper?

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Pepper was still under the impression that this vampire was a certain woman who perhaps had grown tired of the taste of her previous employer's blood and desired something a little less pickled. Therefore, she thought she was safe.

...Oops.

Pepper stopped walking, halting dead in her tracks as the chilly fog crept around her ankles and began to swirl up to surround her. This was entirely new. And since most strange occurrences in Nautilus were actually fairly harmless, she simply stared.

"...What in the world?"

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Pepper screamed, putting a hand to her collarbone and swallowing her heart before finally glancing back at Damon nervously.

"Oh my god, you just--" He just came out of nowhere, but she seems far more nervous about the sudden fog than the gorgeous normal looking human in front of her, "What's with this fog? I thought only the Northern District had it..." She glanced at the hand on her shoulder and then looked back at him with a flat expression.

"...I'm okay, sir. You can take your hand off me now." Of course, this also means she's giving him direct eye contact. Which is never a good thing when dealing with vampires. Not... that she knows anything about that.

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Pepper is a strong-willed woman, but this really only grants her enough time to aim a bewildered, somewhat disturbed glance in Damon's direction before her body begins to relax. Blinking away her confusion, she begins to start forward, but is held still by Damon's instructions. She began to feel good. Very good. Very calm and unconcerned and--

"Oh... wow." She said breathlessly, looking at Damon as if for the first time. Also, thanks to the glamour, she's relaxed enough to show a little attraction to the handsome stranger who she has no qualms waiting on for further instructions. Rapt, entranced attention? You've got it. She doesn't, however, take any action except to push hair out of her face, tucking it behind one ear. Oh, and stare.

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Pepper slowly nodded in compliance, looking to his hand and back up to his face with an uncharacteristic and total lack of concern. She allowed him to expose her neck without complaint. He wanted compliance? He's got it and more.

When he drew near, her hands instinctively went up and rested on his chest, but didn't resist or push back -- likely whatever resistance in the back of her mind was too weak to the glamour to do much else. She turned blue eyes to Damon and asked, seemingly knowing exactly where this was to lead.

"Is this the part where you bite me?" Something in the back of her mind was sending desperate signals as a warning, but failing to be at all effective. Her eyes drop down to his lips, looking almost coy, "...Will it hurt?"

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There was a twitch, barely perceptible at that, of resistance, before Pepper's chin was lifted and eyes once again met. The glamour took further hold, arresting her attention and free will like a prisoner. "Thank you, sir." Pepper replied.

Hands fell down from his chest and went to her sides, assuming a neutral, obedient 'waiting' position. She watched him change, her expression unchanging, relaxed. So much so that her arms slipped around his waist, behind his lower back and pulled closer while tilting her face slightly away from his. It was uncharacteristically intimate.

"Am I about to die?"

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Pepper obediently waited, sparing herself the sight of his predatory transformation by turning her docile gaze elsewhere. Deep inside her mind, Pepper fought uselessly against the control, finding the bindings around her will too strong to resist or break. When he began to feed, she winced as he broke through skin, feeling a dull pain deadened or 're-translated' into pleasure thanks to the effect of the glamour. Her eyes fluttered open, then closed again as one hand tightened around his waist with a sharp breath. The other curling into his hair as she urged him to drink his fill.

Silently, her head turned skywards and grimaced as if to scream, but nothing came out except a heavy exhale of held breath.

"Nn-!"

LOL that would be due to my abuse of said icon for memes and such XDD

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When Pepper tilted down her head again and brought it dazed to Damon, she was already ashen. She wobbled, losing her balance and tried to keep herself upright with a hand still along his back and the other on his shoulder. Like a dance partner who simply had drank too much.

"Th...that was new." Pepper muttered, her unfocused eyes squinting at something on his face. Swiping away a drop of blood with her thumb from his mouth, she said, "You... missed a spot." And promptly fainted. She would come to in a bit, but her body has had quite a shock to its system. That restraint and self control Damon showed probably saved her life, however.