"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.

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Do I like it?!" Max asked about Millie's new tattoo. "Yeah, about as much as you'll like THIS!"

She saw the slap to her ass coming, and she could have prevented it with a quick movement of her body or blocking blow of her hand. But she did neither, nor did she lower her skirt again to prevent the blow from coming down directly upon her bared skin.

The sound was thunderous through the kitchen and out into the rest of the bar, so much so that all three road construction workers heard it, with one standing and calling toward the back, "Hey! Is everything alright back there?"

In the kitchen, Millie winced at the sharp pain, her happy expression fading quickly. With the skirt still raised to show nearly one entire side of her ass and hip, she rubbed the already-reddening skin with a hand as she stared her cousin in the face for a long moment. Then she simply dropped her skirt, finished tying the apron around her waist, and went to work preparing the oil cooker for chicken, Jojos, and onion rings.

Out in the bar, more whistles and wolf calls began as Emelia -- now dressed in a low cutting, button up blouse and super-tight-fitting skinny jeans accented by four-inch spike heels -- came strolling into the tavern and up to the bar to tap a finger down on the bell next to the register.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Max saw Millie wince in pain, her happy expression fading once more, but as much as he would have liked to be happy to see it go, he wasn't. He watched her rub her already-reddening ass with one hand as she stared him dead in the face for a long moment before finally dropping her skirt, tying her apron, and moving from in front of him to get to work.

A hard swallow around a lump forming in his throat was about all Max could muster before he turned and headed for the door. "And just for the record..." He started firmly, pausing to look back over his shoulder at Millie as his hand grabbed the handle on the door but hesitated. Yes, he'd heard the shout from up front, the whistles and wolf calls, and even the rarely used bell that he kept on the bar, but needed to do, or more specifically say one more thing first. "...yes, I do like it." He continued, hoping that she'd look at him, but knowing that he wouldn't fault her if she didn't. "I like both the tat and the thong. They both suit you. Just...just be careful, Millie."

Max finished speaking as he turned back around and opened the door, holding it in place long enough for the magnet to catch, and walking through. He saw Emelia at the bar, but just gave her a cursory smile and a nod as he grabbed three more beers on his way by. "One second, Miss Emelia." He walked around the bar, and headed towards the trio of construction workers, a smile on his face as he set the bottles on their table and proceeded to open them. "Sorry about that fellas, just a little disagreement among family. Have another round, on me." Thankfully what he'd said was more or less the truth, and the three men took it as such, along with the beers, and went back to their conversation, leaving him free to head back to the bar, and to Emelia.

"Good afternoon, Miss Emelia." Max said, giving her a bigger smile now as he reached for the bottle of vodka, a glass, and spun them both up into his hands. "Would you like your usual, or is there something else I can get you?"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"And just for the record..." Max said to Millie as she turned to begin her work in the kitchen, "...yes, I do like it."

She didn't immediately understand that he was speaking about the new tattoo on her ass, but when she did, Millie turned to look his way as he added, "I like both the tat and the thong. They both suit you."

Not intentionally trying to flash him, Millie again lifted the left side of her skirt and bent over at the waist to look at the tattoo. "It is great, isn't it. And it didn't hurt. They tell you that it's gonna hurt, particularly one this complex -- you know, it took 14 hours over two nights to finish! But it didn't hurt at all. I dunno why."

Then, looking to her uncle, she raised the skirt to flash a bit more skin and -- blushing, though she hadn't wanted to do so -- added, "And I love the thong. I never thought I would ... wearing a string between my ass cheeks. But ya get used to it ... sort of."

"Just...just be careful, Millie," Max warned again before turning and heading out to the bar area.

There, he smiled to the woman who'd gotten Millie the body art, saying rather curtly, "One second, Miss Emelia."

She watched him deliver the beers to the construction workers; they'd spent the last couple of minutes ogling her and making all sorts of crude remarks, which she'd ignored -- to a point. Emelia had finally turned to face them and gave them a hard glare that had silenced them to little more than cautious whispers.

"Good afternoon, Miss Emelia," Max said, this time smiling a bit broader. He began her drink asking, "Would you like your usual, or is there something else I can get you?"

It didn't take vampire senses to know that Max was currently not a happy camper. Emelia smiled wider, saying knowingly, "Millie showed you the tattoo." She didn't mention the thong. "She wanted it, Max. I did not force it upon her or even encourage it. She saw my own tattoos and thought they were interesting..."

Emelia knew that that last comment might make Max wonder just how Millie had seen Emelia's tattoos and just where they might be located on her body, but she'd made the comment anyway.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Max had had to resist the urge to smile when Millie looked back at him. He didn't like being mad at her, and he was glad that she didn't seem to be overly mad at him in return, or at least understood why he had been mad at her. He'd allowed himself a closer look of sort, given the distance, at the tattoo, but had been unable to hide the blush that came to his cheeks, given the location of it and the fact that she was his cousin after all. He'd lifted his gaze immediately when she lifted her skirt even more to expose her thong again though, not trying to see any more of her than was absolutely necessary.

"Yes, Millie showed me the tattoo." Max said as he dipped a glass in the ice to start making Emelia a screwdriver. When he heard her speak though, it led to him just setting the glass down and slamming the bottle of vodka down, thankfully on it's base. He took a long and deep breath before he spoke. "You see, Miss Emelia..." He started as he tried to ignore the thought of exactly where those tattoos were on Emelia's body and how Millie had seen them, the thoughts sending a shiver down his spine and causing a stirring in his jeans. "...that's kind of the problem. I'd say that I'd take your word for it, but given just how little of the past three days Millie seems to remember, I don't have a lot of choice now, do I?" He slid the bottle to one side, the glass to the other, crossed his arms on the bar, and leaned over it to meet her dark brown gaze. "I know that I said that she's a big girl who's old enough to make her own decisions, but that doesn't mean that I don't get worried when she disappears for three days with no warning, only to come back in what can only be described as a manic state and unable to really describe much about the trip except that, and I quote, "It's all 'cause of Emelia.". Hell, it took her two tries to even remember where you two went, let alone remember a single thing that you guys did."

As he finished speaking, Max finally bowed his head for a moment before standing back up, reaching for the bottle, the glass, and making her the drink that he knew she liked. When he was done with it, he set it before Emelia. "Screwdriver, soft on the ice, heavy on the vodka." He bent down to meet her gaze once more. "I know that you probably mean well. With what happened yesterday, I have no reason to think otherwise, but if you were in my position, and it was your young cousin, disappearing for three days, then coming back manic with almost no memory of what happened...how would you feel?" He let his fingers brush against hers, as he passed the drink to her, his light blue gaze softening for a moment before he let go, rose back to his full height, and starting cleaning and drying the bar counter.