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 Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 4:38 pm
✩ＲＥＳＩＤＥＮＴＳ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＨＯＭＥ✩
- Dominic Nero Holmes
- Samantha Talor
- Pending. . . ________________________________________________________________ Foyer - ➸Training Room - ➸ Garage - ➸ Kitchen - ➸Dining Room - ➸Exercise Room - ➸Living Room - ➸Indoor Pool - ➸ Bathroom - ➸Dominic's Bedroom - ➸Dominic's Bathroom - ➸Samantha's Bedroom - ➸Samantha's Bathroom - ➸Bedroom 2 - ➸Bathroom 2 - ➸Weapon Room - ➸Study - ➸ Library Room - ➸ Music Room - ➸ Entertainment Room - ➸ Jucuzzi - ➸ Maze - ➸ Garden - ➸ Outdoor Pool - ➸
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 12:55 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Samantha parked the van in front of the house, thanking god that the bats had been able to show her where to go. Dominic had passed out when they had gotten near the house and had been silent. It worried her, he wasn't going to die on her time. Sam was hoping that someone was there to help her with him, because she sure as hell could not take care of this herself. The girl opened the car door and ran to Dominic's side, getting him out. She was already weaker, and getting his fully unconscious body out of the car as a lot harder then it should have been. She finally got him out, her body screaming in protest as she lifted him and ran to the door, struggling to open it. Finally she got it and ran into the house, now totally confused on what to do and where to go.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:07 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares.  ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ He didn't feel anything. He didn't hear anything. On the way, he had fallen unconcious. The only sign of him being alive was how weakly his chest heaved. Another man walked down the stairs and stood in the foyer. "As I figured." he muttered, watching Dominic with dark brown eyes. He glanced at Samantha and sighed. Moving closer, he simply took Dominic from her. He knew Dominic since he was nothing but a baby. He had been a long term friend of a family. Kenneth had rushed over here when he had had a premonition. A terrible one that let him know that Dominic was going to die-- he was here to prevent that. Obviously, he wasn't human. Kenneth was more of a hybrid, part demon and part angel. An amusing mix, wouldn't you say?
He glanced at Samantha with dark eyes, eyeing her bloody clothing before frowning. "There's a bathroom over there." he said, nodding towards a hallway. "The door to your left. I can take care of Dominic." Kenneth grumbled before leading the unconscious man upstairs. Just by the look of it, Dominic was already hanging onto life only by a hair. Setting Dominic on the bed in his bedroom, he shut the door behind himself and immediately got to work removing the bullets. ▼_______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:26 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇ 
"Thank god." Samantha muttered as she took a deep breath. Somebody was going to be able to take care of him. Dominic wasn't going to die. "Thank you." Samantha told the man, her eyes truly showing her gratitude. It wasn't until he mentioned that a bathroom that she looked down at her bloody clothes, cringing at the sight of it. It looked rough.Blood had dried across her skin and in her hair, looking more rusty brown then the vibrant red it once was, and the sight of it made Samantha sick. The girl nodded at the helpful man as she watched him carry Dominic away, part of her not wanting to part with the vampire, but the other part needing to get the gruesome proof of what had happened off of her skin. She had nothing to worry about, obviously the man knew Dominic and was going to make him all better. To be honest though, Samantha felt very weak and useless. She couldn't have managed long if she would have fought the hunters, and she wasn't able to take care of Dominic, that was all going to have to change.
Samantha walked to the bathroom, looking around. For the first time she realized how truly impressive Dominic's home was. It was beautiful. The half blood girl quickly shed her clothing, finding a large t-shirt in the bathroom, it would be enough for her to wear over her undergarments. She took a deep breath as she looked in the mirror, not liking her appearance at all. She was looking rough. Her eyes were bloodshot and swollen, her pale skin was splattered with blood, and her fangs were still peeking out from on top of her bottom lip. She really did look like a monster. Sam quickly turned away, turning the water on, extremely hot, stepping into the steamy shower of scalding water. It was almost comforting, the warmth, she felt cold and oddly numb, and the heat was a shock to her senses. The water turned rust colored as she stood under the pelting drops, her head bowed, and it was then that sh cried the last of her tears.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 1:53 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ Kenneth only nodded his head at her words of graditude but he did not say anything. It was too early to thank him, Dominic wasn't out of the woods yet. Even if Kenneth managed to get the bullets out, Dominic could die from bleeding so much-- or the poison. The poison put on the bullets was exactly what kept the vampires from healing. That he couldn't do anything about, Dominic's body would have to rid itself of the venom on it's own or just give out. It took a while to do what had to be done. An hour and a half past, Kenneth finally had the bullets out and Dominic bandaged up. The man hadn't woken up once or moved much of a muscle. Kenneth would have probably that he was dead but the way his chest heaved said other wise. Those bullets were going to cause the wounds to hal slowly, much like a human.
Pulling Dominic up gently, Kenneth sat him in a chair before changing the bloody sheets. Again, he lightly lay Dominic down and threw a blanket over him. He was going to be out for a while. With a sigh, Kenneth left the master bedroom and headed downstairs. He suddenly remembered the girl who had carried Dominic into the house and sighed. Maybe she could explain what had happened and why she was covered in blood and why Dominic was on the verge of death.
He was dreaming. Or at least he thought that he was. Dominic felt dazed, his body numb and limp. His dream, it was more of a nightmare actually, it was a memory of the past. He had been younger then, much younger as he watched vampire hunters murder his parents before him. He remembered the fear in his eyes and the sound of his startled fearful cries. He remembered a woman kneeling down and picking him up, she was whispering to him, telling him it would be alright. The dream jumped a few years forward, when he had murdered the same woman who had picked him up years ago. He remembered looking at his hands reddened with her blood. Another skip, teenage years, when the hunters finally caught up to him and prepared to make him pay for the death of one of their people. 'It's the end for you.' one of them had told him. Suddenly he felt like that now. He remembered what had happened. He had turned rogue by saving his roommate and murdering his comrades. His mind shut down. ▼_______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:10 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Samantha had gone from standing to sitting in the warmth of the water, not yet ready to leave the warmth. Her throat was burning with hunger, but all she could really worry about was Dominic. It was all her fault that Dominic was so hurt. It was her fault that everything had happened like that and she felt horrible for it. Sam had been chewing on her bottom lip as the scenes replayed over and over in her mind. She had killed her friend, almost her roommate and put him in horrible danger all because of her stupidity. Sam let her head fall back against the shower, the water pouring around her and down her thin body. Her knees where horribly bruised, and they hurt to bend or move them. She lightly pressed across the swollen purple and black skin that covered her pained knees. Samantha wasn't going to be able to heal quickly from her knees, from being hungry and being only half made the healing process take longer for her.
The water was getting colder and colder and she realized she needed to get out, she had been soaking in the water for an hour. Samantha sighed softly as she turned the water off and wrapped a towel around herself, stepping back towards the mirror. She was spent from crying, the redness in her eyes had gone down and the circles around her eyes were red in color, along with dark. Her stare was hallow and blank, and the girl wondered if she was really looking at herself, what had happened to the bright and happy girl who had been performing on stage with Sage and her band hours before? She was gone for now, lost in the reopened wounds of her past. Sam dried off as she pulled on her panties and bra, the movements mechanical and done without thinking. She wondered how Dominic was doing, and noticed she was chewing hard enough on her bottom lip to draw blood. She licked her lip clean before pulling the large t-shirt over her head, catching the scent of Dominic on it. Slowly she stepped out of the bathroom, her steps silent but slow.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:22 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ Dominic didn't really blame Samantha for anything. She had the reaction that just about anyone would have had, especially with the past expirences she had had with hunters. Kenneth sat on a counter in the kitchen, eating an apple when he heard the door to the bathroom open. So she finally stepped out. Finishing the apple off, he threw the stem away and jumped from the counter. Walking out of the kitchen, he stepped into the hallway and watched Samantha with dark eyes. "You really should stop walking around like a zombie child. I'm assuming you were there with Dominic?" he asked calmly, still watching her. The shirt reeked of Dominic and as did she. It was obvious that she had been crying lately.
He rose an eyebrow, noticing the look of hunger in her eyes. It was the same long Dominic had when he needed blood. "Come here, child." he ordered calmly before disappearing into the kitchen again. Kenneth didn't quite know what the story was behind all of this but if he had a fairly good guess. Now though, his priority was Samantha. He couldn't let anything happen to a friend of Samantha's. "First off, we need to feed you. Second, you need to tell me what happened." ▼_______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 2:34 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
"I'm sorry." Samantha said, trying to snap out of the mind numbing place she had fallen comfortably in. She couldn't help but to feel horrible about what had happened. She knew that it was an instant reaction, what she did, but she should have stayed calm, shouldn't have jumped on the phone like she did. The girl looked up at the nice man who had helped Dominic and nodded at his assumption. Samantha knew that she was no longer frightened of Dominic, she didn't feel the same way she did when she had first found he was a hunter. Of course she had been when she thought he really was going to kill her. It was then that she realized she really knew nothing about Dominic. She wanted to really get to know him now, although it seemed that they were bonded now in a way that was odd, but it worked. She couldn't believe how worried she was about him, she leaned down and itched her knee, wincing in pain as the damaged flesh and muscle shot pain up her leg. At least it was trying to heal.
Sam already liked the man, and listened when he ordered her to go to him, fallowing him to the kitchen where she paused leaning against the counter, the pain in her knees starting to really get to her as she walked,all the adrenalin gone from masking the pain. "That would be nice." Samantha said lightly, her voice hoarse from screaming. She was speaking about feeding. she wasn't so thrilled about having to speak about what had happened that night.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 6:46 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ Kenneth stared at her with old stony eyes before waving a dismissive hand at her apology. "You look like you've both been through hell and back." he commented. She seemed worried about Dominic, Kenneth wished that he could tell her everything would be alright but then he would be lying. Especially since he didn't know if everything would be okay. So, he said nothing like that. Kenneth noticed her reaction as she scratched at her knee. Glancing at the bruised skin, he sighed. "Sorry, sweetheart." he said calmly. Kneeling in front of her. His hand clenched into a fist before spreading out. "Honest, I'm not trying to get feisty with you." he muttered, putting his left hand on the back of her left leg and his right hand on the knee of her left leg. His hands were warm but they seemed to grow warmer. What was he doing? Channeling energy to. . . He pulled his hands away and did the same thing with her right leg. He left knee was healed. Within minutes, so was her right.
He stood up, shaking his hands out and stepped back. He noticed how hoarse her voice was and sighed. "I'll be a donor." he muttered, pointing to his neck. Even if she didn't wish to talk about what happened that night, Kenneth had to know how bad it was, how bad it was going to be. And why his best friend's son had come home looking like he was knocking at Death's door. ▼_______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:18 am
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Despite being as upset as she was Samantha couldn't help but to laugh at his comment on not being frisky. The girl looked down and watched his hands work there magic, the warmth feeling good against the hurt skin, and there it was, it was all healed. There wasn't even pain anymore. "Thank you." Samantha said lightly, bending her knees, finding release of pain nice. It was nice, one less thing to worry about. The man was nice, and she appreciated him being kind to her and helping her out. Although normally Samantha would have issues feeding off of someone like that, but she was so hungry. The small vampire girl stepped closer to the man, standing on her tippy toes and lightly breathing out, her warm breath hitting his skin as she lightly bit into his skin. Sam's eyes closed as she felt his blood flow freely into her body, feeling stronger with each second. Sam was worried about getting carried away, so the moment she started to feel full she pulled away, licking her lips. When she looked back at him she looked much better. Her eyes bright, the dark circles gone, although still red, and her skin bright. She felt more relaxed and looked that way.
The girl took a deep breath before telling the man who had just fed her the story. Her voice showed how badly she felt and how bad she felt for Dominic as she told him everything. "It was all my fault . . ." Sam finished, looking down, "I should have thought first . . ." She lightly bit her bottom lip, the cut in it from breaking the skin already healed up fully from the blood she had drunk, making her heal faster. She was worried because she knew that Dominic was hungry, and his body would troubles healing.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 11:55 am
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ Kenneth nodded slightly at her thank you, "No problem." he replied casually. He was still as her fangs sank into his neck. The man waited patiently for her to finish and when she did, the two wounds immediately closed up. He folded his arms over his chest and watched her. She looked much better now, amazing what feeding could do for a vampire. Silently, he listened to her story. His eyes darkened slightly before he released a sigh when she finished. "Don't blame yourself. It was a normal reaction." he replied coolly.
He thoughtly put a hand to his chin and stared out the kitchen window, into the darkness of the night. "You both are in a lot of trouble though. You, my dear girl, will probably be stuck living here for a while. I will come around to take care of Dominic but I should dispose of the bodies left behind. I'll make it a point to come back and drop clothing off for you if you want." he offered, staring at the over sized shirt she wore. Kenneth could easily see that she was worried about Dominic but from the sound of it, they hadn't known each other too long.
"Go check on him if you want." ▼_______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:13 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Sam was grateful that the man didn't hate her or at least didn't seem like he did for what she did. It wouldn't be that big of a deal for her to have to stay in the house for a while. The house was gorgeous and she would feel safe in it. "Alright. I would appreciate that." Samantha said speaking of the clothes. She didn't have much anyway. That was the upside of being shipped around through families, you never really have much. She lightly looked up at him as she smiled slightly. Her smile was light, just a slight turn of the corners of her lips. "Really thank you." She said, implying her thank you for everything the man had done for her. He didn't know her at all, yet he had already done a lot for her, and it meant a lot to her. She hadn't really known a life of kindness after her father was murdered. Foster parents could be nice, she had a few good families, although most of them weren't so great.
"I owe him a lot." Samantha said softly as she moved easily, looking less zombie like. Not needing directions on where to go. She could smell Dominic, and it would be easy to go to him. She didn't know why she felt like she needed to explain herself to the helpful man on why she was so worried, but to be honest, she knew there was other reasons, but she couldn't even tell what they were. All she knew was that she needed to check on him and make sure he was okay for now.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 12:49 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ "Alright then, I'll make sure to do that." he replied, heading towards the doorway to leave the kitchen. He stopped in the door way and turned to look at Samantha at her words of graditude. "Not a problem." he said. He was more then happy to help, especially since Samantha had managed to bring Dominic here. He rose an eyebrow. "You're alive right? So you don't owe him anything." he commented. He stepped out of the way for her to leave and watched her leave. Kenneth knew that she didn't need directions so he didn't bother to give any. When he heard her walking up the stairs, he walked to the foyer and grabbed his jacket before heading out. He didn't mind cleaning up after Dominic's mess. It was the least he could do to make it harder for the vampire hunters.
Dominic was still unconscious. He'd never been sick a day in his life but now his skin looked more sickly and pale then normal. His skin was colder then ice but he was still alive. Luckily, he was still alive. He wasn't dreaming anymore, his mind was blank. Not registering anything at the moment. The wounds hadn't even begun to heal, thus meaning that they were still bleeding. The bandages Kenneth had put on were dark red with dried blood and more fresh blood. The towels that he had put beneath Dominic were splotted red as well. The black blankets were covered with dark spots that were rather hard to see but touching them would let you know that they were damp with his blood. Dominic was still starving and loosing a lot of blood-- he was barely aware of it. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:11 pm
⇝ȘᾂӍ ✯ ȾȧȲȽʘȐ ⇜ ⇉She wraps those hands around that pole
She licks those lips and off we go
She takes it off nice and slow
Cause that's porn star dancing⇇
Samantha only smiled at the man's words as she walked up stairs and into what she assumed was the Master Bedroom. She hadn't been prepared for what she saw. Dominic looked so very bad that it made her heart hurt. Despite what she had been told, she still blamed herself, and it only got worse once she saw the state he was in. The poor man, he was so beaten up that it made her want to look away although she couldn't. Instead she pulled up a chair and moved it to the side of the bed. She sat in it for a bit, watching him, thinking. She knew that he needed to feed, and she also knew that it could possibly help him heal a bit more. Even though the girl had already fed, she knew that Dominic was her first priority. She could out and feed later, but right now, she needed to get blood into him. Between starving and loosing blood, it was only making it worse on him, and the small girl could understand that. That's why she knew what she had to do.
Sam stood up and leaned slightly over the bed, lightly letting her fingers brush against Dominic's forehead, the cold of his skin shocking her warm fingertips. She took a deep breath, bringing her wrist to her lips. Samantha's blood was regenerating quickly from having fresh blood into her system. She would be hungry after this, but she had enough blood to spare, so she bite down into her skin. Blood instantly hit her lips and she shivered slightly, it was always strange to taste your own blood. She leaned down, keeping her mouth to her wist so not to waste any before lightly letting go. The blood was flowing out of her wrist and it allowed for the crimson to drip into the vampire man's mouth, hopefully helping. With him laying down on his back, she was sure that her blood was getting into his system.
It seemed like a while before she started to feel a little dizzy and she brought her lips back to her wrist, sitting back into the chair. Th wound was already closing as she licked at the opened flesh. Suddenly as Samantha was sitting there a wave of exhaustion washed over her. Too much had happened for her in one night and she needed to sleep, although she fought it for a while, wanting to be awake in case Dominic woke up. It only took minutes before she crashed though, falling into a restless sleep in the chair, her knees pulled up to her chest.
☜ ♥ ☞ ⇉She don't play nice, she makes me beg
She drops that dress around her legs
And I'm sittin' right by the stage
With this porn star dancing⇇ Ѻut Ѻf Ȼharacter:
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Posted: Sun Apr 10, 2011 1:33 pm
𝕯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔠 𝕹𝔢𝔯𝔬 𝕳𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 ❝ 𝕭leed 𝕴𝖙 𝕺ut ❞
☈ Yeah here we go for the hundredth time.
Hand grenade pins in every line.
☈ Throw 'em up and let something shine,
Going out of my ******** mind.
☈ Filthy mouth, no excuse.
Find a new place to hang this noose.
☈ String me up from atop these roofs.
Knot it tight so I won't get loose.
☈ Truth is you can stop and stare,
Run myself out and no one cares. ________________________________________________________________ 𝕺ut 𝕺f 𝕮igarettes - . . . ▽ The moment her blood entered his system, it felt like his brain started to operate again. He was still out, and he probably would be for the night but he was thinking again. Not as clearly as normal but clear enough. He was still tired, too tired to move or much less open his eyes but he knew that he wasn't in his dorm anymore. A familiar scent reached his nose, but before he could place it, exhaustion attacked him in a violent wave again. Dominic let himself be pulled into the tiredness he felt, the outside world becoming more like a distant memory.
During the night, all was quiet. Kenneth didn't return yet. Dominic was silent, unmoving. As the hours past, the sun rays finally started to peak out from around the curtains, only managing to illuminate the floor of the large bedroom. Dominic slowly opened his eyes, they had more color to them now, looking a few shades lighter then their normal turquoise color. Needless to say, it surprised him that he was alive. Alive. God damn, he was alive! The second time he cheated death, though this one had been much worse then the last time. And hell, he managed to survive. Not without the help given to him, he knew.
His wounds had begun closing up but not enough to completely stop the bleeding yet but it wasn't as much blood, definitely a good thing. Staring at the ceiling, it took him a moment to realize where he was. Home. Moving the arm that wasn't wounded, he put it to the wound on his stomach before slowly pushing himself into sitting up. Dominic cringed, his eyes playing with pain. Two familiar scents filled his nose, Kenneth and. . . Samantha? He glanced at the sleeping girl with curious and worried eyes. She seemed alright, it didn't seem that she was harmed. Definitely good. He didn't bother to disturb her. She had been through a rough night. She deserved to sleep. Dominic glanced at the bandages around his arm and torso, completely bloody bandages. The blankets were also soaked with his blood.
Honestly, after having a taste of what it felt like to have those bullets in his skin, he never wanted to see another gun again. Of any kind. Though, that was an unrealistic want because he knew that he had to, he would as well. There was no escaping it. ▼ _______________________________________________________________ Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.
Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.
One final fight, for this tonight.
With knives and pens we made our plight.
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best. . .
Turn out the light.
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