"The Benevolent Vampire" (closed)

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: I don't want to imply that we are in any particular state, so I'm going to make up a city name below. Also, I found a wonderful tattoo, so the previous description is off a bit.)

"What the fuck, Millie?" Max chastised as he closed the door behind them and closed on her as well. He challenged her about her going missing for three days and coming back an entirely different person, "...with a tattoo and a thong. So again I ask...What the fuck, Millie?"

Initially, Millie's expression was of fear and panic; Max had gotten angry with her many times during their life, and more often than not, he'd been justified. Millie's hard life had led to some bad decisions, which had often led to an even harder life. Max had often come to the rescue when her mother hadn't been able to do so, and Millie appreciated him for that.

But then she giggled and playfully said, "Slap me on the ass again, Cuz. I liked that." She saw his reaction and laughed aloud, saying, "C'mon! I'm joking!" She began backing away from him as she donned her apron, saying, "There's nothing to tell. Emelia and I ... we had some fun. We used my truck to go to the city--"

The city, of course, meant Capital City, population 50,000, which was over 80 miles from Brownsville via the backroads on which they'd driven. She continued, "--and we partied a bit. Don't worry, Cuz: no drugs, and only a bit of drinking. Did some dancing, took in a Burlesque show. I was a good girl, promise!"

Smirking devilishly, she lifted her skirt again, this time intentionally exposing the firm, delicious ass cheek with its new tattoo. She said proudly, "Good work, isn't it?" This time Max had a chance to view the tattoo fully. Millie giggled again, asking, "Like it?"

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Max saw the fear and panic in Millie's eyes as he got angry at her, and part of him wanted to smile, because he hoped that that was the real Millie coming back to him, but then she was gone as quickly as she'd appeared, giggling as she all but dared him to do it again. The smile on her face, the laughter that came with it, everything about it was foreign, foreign and wrong. He pursued her as she backed away and donned the apron. Yes, he heard the story, the story about taking her truck eighty miles to capital city, using the back roads so that he hadn't seen her leave, partying a bit, but drugs and drinking responsibly, and just some dancing and a burlesque show. He almost scoffed at the end, because somebody who'd truly been good didn't need to say they'd been good. Sure, parts of the story were likely true, enough to fool a random stranger, and even likely a cop, but not him. He knew her better than that.

In the end though, it was the devilish smirk that pissed Max off the most. He wasn't normally prone to anger, but when she lifted her skirt and turned around, baring her ass again, with the thong that he knew that she'd have died before wearing before, he just lost it for a second.

"Do I like it?! Max asked, almost screaming as he slammed his hand into the cabinet beside her head, but even that was just a distraction as he pulled his other hand back, winding up fully before bringing it back forward with the full strength he had. "Yeah, about as much as you'll like THIS!"

The thunderous clapping sound of his right hand against her bare ass cheek probably could have been heard from out front, but Max didn't care. He was seething with anger at the person in front of him, demanding an explanation for the sudden change from the sweet but admittedly damaged girl that she had once been. He didn't know who the person in front of him was, or why she made him act this way, but he was going to get his answers, one way or the other.