Slayer (open)

- Each breath she took was raspy, her breasts rising and pressing against his chest as he pressed her against the cold concrete wall.... she wanted to rise her knee up against that erection pressing against her body, the only part of her body not protected by sheer metal.. her throbbing womanhood between her thighs...

But he was too close, and so strong... by the time she pushed him away the cold steel of her stake would impale her..

She didn't deny the fact that he was right, she needed to find her watcher and she needed more training.. she was only going on her basic warrior skills as it was..

As he moved back the sudden rush of coldness spilled onto to her and she wanted him again.. she wanted his body pressed up against her, she wanted to feel that erection sliding into the depths of her wetness...

.. it had been so long since she had been with a man... but a vampire, ages of experience on his side, and that body... the exctasy of a slayer and a vampire going at it like wild animals.. how much it intrigued her...

.. Her blood was on fire....

But yet, she needed to hold her head up straight and as he backed up she grew defensive.. for that moment... before she finally spoke.. -

"A Slayer Is Still Human"
 
"Indeed."
His voice unable to betray the interest that grew within him. The stake, something of force and anger, barely held by his fingers. It dropped next to him, rolling on the ground between them.
He wanted her, he reaked of weaness for someone destined to kill him. A sick feeling that he needed more than blood, far more than simple rivalry.
Her very being, both aroused and ensued him.
He couldn't be here any longer. If he stayed, he would take her, suckle that delicious neck, and make her his for the night. He wanted to share her bed, wanted to share her, which is why he had to leave now, before he did.
"Until we meet again, my love."
He dropped to his knees, grabbing her silver stake. Tossing it to her, he fled off into the night, nothing more than a whispered trail behind him.
The aroma he left stank with desire.
 
- She sunk against the wall as he left, her eyes widened as she looked at the stake she now had clenched in her hands, she looked to where he was only moments before...

Taking a deep breath she shrugged it off, as best as she could... she knew he would be on her mind.. even during the daylight...

She walked the alleyways, searching for another vampire...

.. It had begun.. -
 
He had opened his mouth to speak when he heard the scream as well as she did, perhaps even better. A ripple ran though his body as she pressed against him to pull her dagger from the wall. He nodded softly for a moment.

"Yes, I am sure we will. I would say good hunting to you."

He watched her go and stood there for a few moments, watching her move out of view. However something stuck in his mind about the question she had asked, so he took off after her along the roof top. He watched her and the other vampire interact below, though made no more to reveal himself. He hmmed softly for a few moments and checked his watrch. It would be sunrise soon in a few hours though he knew he had time.

He stood at the lip of the building, watching her.

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- Daylight would be approaching soon, and she knew the vampires were getting into their own hiding. But too much had already happenend that night and she remembered the old saying..

'Rome wasn't built in a day "

- She walked quietly along the alleyways as she had much on her mind... and she walked to the lake just outside the side, and to the edge of the pier that cascaded out from shore and into the water..

She sat there, her dagger at her side as she tilted her head back to look at the moon.. she needed to find her watcher. .-
 
Spike

He watched her head towards the pier and nodded. He was getting sleepy and decided it was time to find a place to sleep for the day. He actually had a nice place already made, the basement of one of the rich. The people living there rarely used their basement, using it only for storage. Within a few minutes Spike was inside and in the bed he had made, falling asleep.

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James

James seemed a little young for a watcher, but he was. His brown hair was cut short, almost like a military crew cut but not quite as short. He wasn't muscular but was slim and fit.

He was sitting beneath one of the trees near the lake flipping a knife in his right hand when he saw the girl approaching the pier. He studied her for a few moments wondering who she was. He sheathed the hunting knife and stood up, heading towards the pier for a closer look.

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- Celestrial stood up and stretched, slowly turning to see someone heading up the pier... but she didn't sense he was a vampire, so what was he doing here? -
 
James

"You look a little lost, or perhaps searching for someone? I mean, not many people have came out this way for the past two weeks. Not since the slayer was killed."

He reached up and flicked a speck of dirt from his cheek before letting his arms hang to his side. He only stood just a few inches under six feet, and didn't look a day over 18. On the left and right shoulder of his jean jacket were shown a white cross. The was a white cross on the right pocket of his jeans as well.

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James

He chuckled softly as she called him young and then moved around hin ytowards shore. He didn't move to follow her, but instead turned around and unsheath his hunting knife. The hunting knife was his protection against human, his silver dagger hidden in a pocket inside his jacket. He flipped the knife into the air a couple of times and then with a flick of his wrist, sent the knife sailing past her and into the ground.

"I would watch what you say about people around here. Calling me a boy is one of them. I happen to be 22 for your information."

He didn't move from where he was standing to retrieve his knife yet.

"And asking questions would help better than a closed mouth."

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- Celest's eyes narrowed as she bent down to retrieve the knife in annoyance. She turned and walked back to him, throwing the knife at his feet -

"Any fool can throw a knife, and just because your 22 does not mean your anything other than a boy"

- Her almost snarl turned into a half smirk as she placed her hand on her hip -

"Go back home and play Cowboys and Indians with your daddy, don't be wasting my time boy"
 
James

"True, any fool can throw a knife, but can any fool do this?"

He reached down and plucked the knife you, a thin trail of blood running down the edge of the blade onto the handle from were it passed her right arm.

"Now would you please tell me who you are and what you are doing out here. Becoming vampire bait isn't high on my list right now missy."

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"I'm a vampire slayer for the 5th Generation.. I slay vampires.. is that clear enough for you boy?"

- She snided as she rubbed her lips with the back of her hand and began walking away from him -

"I'm not impressed with your blade grabbing techinques neither, so why don't you stop wasting my time before I have to save you from a bloodsucker.."
 
"That's all I wanted to know."

He took a moment to clean his knife and then re-sheath it. He let her walk away a few feet before he called after her.

"You know, it's too bad the last slayer was prettier than you. I mean, after all ignoring her watcher's advice was one of the most fatal mistakes she had done."

With that, he smiled and turned to start walking along the lake. He wondered how she would take his words.

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"Prettier than me? Why you arrogant little fucking asshole!"

- It was true, his words did hit her.. and the fact that for one, he mentioned watcher.. was he possibly... ? -

"Yeah well, you AREN'T the one! There is no way a BOY like you could be my watcher! YOU HEAR ME!!"

- SHe wasn't letting it end there, she walked right up to him and grabbed onto his shoulder, turning him around sharply to look at her -

"What did she look like that she was prettier than me? My long wavy white blond hair, my figure eight body, my plump rosy red lips, the way my body fills to my uniform and my deep eyes.. why the hell would any slayer be prettier than me??!!"


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James

He was expecting some sort of reaction from her, so he chuckled as she grabbed his shoulder. He spun around on his right heel as she jerked him around. His hands were stuffed in his jacket pockets as he just grinned at her.

"Did I just say that?"

He smirked and pulled his right hand from his pocket and grabbed her wrist. His thumb pressed hard against the nerve onthe underside of her wrist, almost enough to make her hand go limp and he pulled it away.

"As far as being a watcher, yes I am. You are actually a little cuter than the slayer slayer who was more beauty than brains. Understand girl?"

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- Her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms and steadied him -

"Look it here James, I don't know who the hell chose a pipsqueak like you to be my watcher, but I think someone read their tea leaves wrong because I'm not your girl"

- She looked down at her clothes then at him -

"I need a place to stay, clothes, dammit.. where the heck is my REAL watcher??"
 
James

"Just keep telling yourself you have no watcher, that I am not your watcher, and you are only screwing yourself over. In this city, looks can be decieving."

He looked her over once more for a moment, enjoying the cut of her body. He licked his lips and then nodded.

"As far as clothes and a place to stay I would suggest following me."

With that, he turned from her and began heading back the way he was going in the firs place. He lead her along a few well-lit streets into the nicer part of town. Soon they arrived at a two story house, white and plain looking except for the large cross on the top corner of the house. The first floor consisted of the living room, a large kitchen, a large and very extensive library on vampires and demonlore, as well as a computer in one corner. There was also a bathroom and laundry room with a washer and dryer. The second floor had a single large bedroom with two clothes, one with clothes left from the last slayer and the other with his. The only other large room, besides the bathroom, was the weapons room which was filled with weapons ranging from spiked maces to crossbows and more modern weapons as well like pistols and rifles, along with a few machine guns and ammo for everyhing which needed it.

He closed the door behind her and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it up.

"Feel free to look around."

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- She quirked her eyebrow slightly as she stepped into the house and removed her boots. Her eyes drifted to every texture, each way every object was set to brighten the aura of the room.. but most of all, she had one important question... -

"What happenend to the last slayer?"

- She wasn't in the mood to argue with him anymore, it was inevitable that he was her watcher. It was that damn white cross.

But he still had to proof himself to her, as she had to prove herself to him. She did the slaying, he did the advising... that was all their relationship was suppose to be. -
 
James

"The last slayer? She had a date with the MAster, but she wasn't quite ready. I heard she lost her head if you get my meaning. What do you think of the place then?"

He turned to look at her for a moment, eyeing her once more. He didn't really have much of a relationship with the last slayer and he didn't see why he couldn't with this one. He stood for a moment and then moved towards her, stopping only a foot from her. Then she probably didn't sense it before there was a chance she could feel the power he did have. He could hold his own in a fight against a vampire, perhaps even win.

"You look even sexier up close slayer."

He grins softly and lifts his hand to run along the top of her breasts and up along her cheek.
 
- Her eyes widened and she immediately stepped back from him -

"I need to get out of my uniform... "

- She replied rashy and nervously before she turned her back to him to look through the closet -

"These slayers wear strange things these days... "

- She was remarking to the tight black pants and deep red laced top that she pulled out to examine -

"How long have you been a watcher for?"
 
James

He leaned against the wall as he chuckled watching her. He enjoyed the way she seemed a little nervous.

"Well, these outfits allow you to have more comfort and mobility in a fight. As dar as being a watcher, for the past seven years. I was appointed to be one when I was 15, after getting all the training I needed."
 
"They trained you early.. "

- She looked at him and looked around to find the bathroom -

"I will be right back... "

- She disappeared into the bathroom and came back moments later dressed in tight black jeans and the red laced top. It fit her body well, the stretchy material of the red laced top almost seemed to be bursting at the seams over her firm round orbs of flesh... -

"It doesn't fit too well.."

- She frowned as she pulled her hair back in a ponytail -

"Whats to eat around here?"
 
James

He licked his lips a little as she came back out, dressed in the outfit.

"The outfit is perfect for you slayer. As far as food, there's plenty down in the kitchen."

He turned and made his way downstairs to the kitchen, devicing the way to get close to her and make her his woman.
 
"And here you were saying the other slayer was prettier than I was... she must of been a tad bit smaller in the waist, or bigger in the breasts.. they always seem to get the guys.."

- She seemed a bit bitter as she followed him, lucky for her it was still daylight.. and would be for awhile...

She watched him and his backside, and the way his hair reflected the lights and atmosphere of the room...

Without thinking she ran her tongue over her lips...

.. She was glad to be a free woman.. -
 
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