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She was going to let it get to her was his worry. She was going to take being a Vampire to heart and neglect the things she held most important to herself when she was alive- this never had to be the case. But it made Magnus feel an emotion that was rare, and hardly kept itself in his vocabulary- frustrated
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All that bloody effort and the bitch goes and fucking disappeares.
He'd given up that night until his scent caught something... strange.
It was her, her smell but it lingered from a vampire.
Curtus watched from down the block. he'd seen him before, yes he knew this one.
The scientist.
The loner.
Her lover.
Curtus snarled slightly at the thought as he picked up the pace.
"Lovely night for a stroll, isn't it?" A tricky grin touched his lips as Curtus walked faster to catch up with the vampire.
He'd have fun taunting him. Hell the blood sucker didn't know He was the one who'd made Loraine.
But he'd find out soon enough.
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If Magnus could tell something from the smell, it was a Lycan. That smell that struck his nose like a disease entering a circulatory system, attempting to find a way to kill you.
Luckily, Magnus was already dead. "What do you want, dog? I'm not in the mood to hassle with one of your kind." The words were accompanied with a low growl. If the vampire had been in a better mood, now would be the time he would be throwing out random, sarcastic jokes, but obviously that wasn't an option in his current position.
Or, maybe it was. "It's always a pleasure to make your aquaintance, though. Hell, after I killed a couple of you, it's ten times as wonderful- I can always grin at that thought." A cold eye took a glance at the creature that had bothered him tonight.
"Is there a particular reason you have decided to grace me with your wet dog stentch, or did you just decide it was a good night to pick on a vampire?"
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He doesn't know. HA!
"A reason? Come now. Do I need one?? I'm surprized, normally your kind lashes out at anything with a heartbeat before opening their damned mouths. I always seemed to caugh it up to jealousy, but tonight I'm not here to... torment you as you think."
Curtus smiled as he remembered Dave.
This was the one that bested the runt. Hmm...
"I guess in a way I should be thanking you for a few things. Afterall, it is you who stopped Dave from aquiring Ms. Coyle shedding some light onto his weak resolve." He let the words hang in the air, excited for the vampire's reaction.
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"Of course you need one. One of your pathetic level does even deserve to approach me. And if you haven't noticed," the vampire tapped his own chest, "I don't have a fucking heartbeat."
He sped up his pace and he began to walk away, fiddling with the simple liquid silver in his pocket.
But he had stopped at the word 'Coyle', and had turned on the heel of his foot to face the werewolf, a dangerous glare in his eye.
"So you want to fuck with me about my girlfriend? What fucking business do you have in that?" Quick steps took Magnus towards Curtus, and within seconds icy blue eyes were staring into deep brown ones, furious, Magnus' heavy frame less than an inch away from Delvin's. "What makes you think you even fucking deserve to MUTTER her fucking name? Dave was as worthless as any of your kind. I hope he died a very painful death, just like you will if you don't back. Down." The growl was almost unnoticeable as it formed in Magnus' throat, but the mention of Loraine sprung emotions as true and thick as a untouched ( ... )
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"Your Girlfriend. Tisk tisk. I'll... touch on that later. But yes, he died painfully. Silver is a greatest fear and weapon of our kind. But you already know that. You and your silver tipped fangs. Humph." Snorting slightly at the thought Curtus coudln't deny the invention was ingenious.
If only there was a way to liquify sun and he'd be one happy pup. One very happy pup.
"I can mutter her name because I've had my eyes on her for some time now. Quite some time. But you won't kill me, no no. Not when you don't know where she is." He smirked slightly walking past the vampire and continueing down the street.
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But for the last 532 years, the vampire had been a curious one, which caused his feet to move slowly after the werewolf, keeping a decent distance from the dog. "I saw her yesterday. She was...alive...and healthy." He shrugged. "Why are you interested in yes, my girl," A posessive twang had been placed on the last two words, though there was a definite undertone of more than just posession, "And you can touch on that now, wolfy. Because I'm not going to follow you all night."
Even as it was, the vampire was impatient- though this wasn't a normal trait. He HAD spent 500 years in a laboratory, after all. He had to have some patience. "So, just because you've had your eyes on her for 'some time now', you're allowed to speak of her? Doesn't work that way."
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"She's beautiful when she's sleeping. Really is. Her dark hair smoothed out over those dark green pillow slips. Hmm, can picture it now." He was enjoying this far more then he should and knew pressing the vampire's buttons was dangerous.
But since that night in the warehouse Curtus was taking a few more risks. Inspired almost to enjoy his sinister ways a bit more.
"Fiesty too." he rubbed his chin. "Gave me one hell of a scare fighting back like that." Curtus chuckled, continue to walk. "But I pust her in her place. Tell me, is she as fiesty in bed? Afterall I can only imagine."
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"And your damn straight I was the one. If she hadn't been so damn fiesty I'd have taken her home and seen the Tiger myself." He laughed in Magnus face before growling deeply.
Curtus was loving this!! The vamp was terrible... but he said he'd seen Loraine. If he'd seen her he'd know... and be.
"What the fuck did you do to her?" His face seemed to loose all humour as a thought slithered into his mind. He didn't give a damn about Loraine's wellbeing but as far as Curtus was concerned, she was his. He'd claimed her as his.
If the blood sucker killed her... But that didn't make sense. He could still smell her human scent on him, and Lycan as well. Fresh Lycan.
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But he rethought his actions as the open silver was pressed to Curtus' neck, and slithered away quickly. "I didn't fucking do anything. I saved her from your goddamned disease, but in return I gave her mine."
The vampire made sure to take the time to take pleasure in the spoken words. "I'm not going to fight you over a woman, but I will fight you over my vampiress. She's mine, Lycan." A shaky hand recapped the silver and slid it back into his pocket cautiously.
"Oh, and good fucking job with that bitch you sent and all. Too bad she got to us before she was turned, and make sure she's armed with more than silver bullets next time? She interrupted a perfectly wonderful sex session with a nice shot to my back." Magnus whiped his face of some blood- though he hadn't an idea if it was his or the werewolf's. "I'd figure she enjoyed a good first meal, though."
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He couldn't what?!
*jumps*S L#EJsljlj! ;)
See you tomorrow.
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And also-sorry it took forever and a half to respond))
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"Fucking vampire. At least as one of us she could live in the real world, not your sick twisted eternal darkness crap!" Rolling to the side he crouched on the ground facing the vampire.
"So thats why the bitch didn't come back. Ha. Saves me the trouble of killing her. She was weak." His lip curled as he thought of the girl.
But now that Loraine was one of them Things had changed. He coudln't be more frustrated. He's chosen her. Chosen. Her.
And this... prick...
"She was a good romp while it lasted." If I can't have Loraine I'll finish the job later. Coudln't hurt to press the buggers buttons first.
"But Loraine, now there was a fun catch. Even the fight was fun, no where near as nice watching her while she showered though." Curtus remembered Loraine's late night showers after her nightmare's. Always a good time for the Lycan.
But all over now. Damn...
"Tell me, did she die willingly or did you have to hold her down like your fucking prey."
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Something in him told him not to attack Curtus's lack of knowledge of love. For one, it made him sound young, saying he was in love with her; though here he was, 532 years old and feeling exactly like he would if he was actually 27.
But his comment about the showers sprung posessive jealousy from deep within Magnus, and he simply took a swing at Curtus; he didn't want to kill the Lycan tonight, he just wanted to give him a memorable experience.
As Magnus lowered his hand, the silver knife dripped a couple of drops of dark blood, and Magnus smiled with that same smartass smile he loved so much. "You're such a pussy-cat, Curtus. Over there licking your damn ego because you lost your next fucking trophy. Yeah, I feel real pity for you."
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"What makes you think for one second I'm done with her." Stepping back Curtus grinned.
"And please.., you think she loves you? She went through the same damn crap with Dave and look what happened to them. Just because you turned her, doesn't mean she wanted it now does it?" Wipeing the blood from his chin Curtus staggered away until his back was turned to Magnus.
"Sleep tight rodent. And I wouldn't leave your 'darling Loraine' alone much. Accidents do happen." Laughing he slid around a corner to leave against the wall, cursing silently from his chin stinging.
Damn vampires...
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