Title: POSIONivy.
Description: Open;;
Jac Roberst - July 25, 2007 10:08 PM (GMT)
With a small sigh, Jac wrapped the coat around her body once more as she left the room. She silently closed the door behind her shaking her head, that was a dissapointment. Inside the 'hoony moon' suite of the best hotel in Paris lay a fresh corpe on the bed. Not human, lycan.
Three things about him had dissapointed her. One, he wasn't as rich as he'd intially said. Two, he wasn't as nearly as good in bed as he'd inplyed and three, he had herion in his blood. Herorin?! What type of self respecting person would do that?! Like the stuck-up person she was she didn't go anywhere near the blood. Instead, she slit his throat with a silver knife- it generally seemed to do the trick.
She left the room unlocked, sooner they found the body, sooner they cleaned it up, the sooner another lovey dovey couple could have endless hours of sex in there, the whole place stunk of it anyway.
She needed peace, the noises of Paris had suddenly got to much and so she went exploring, walking for many hours until she came across something interesting..
The whole place seemed alive. Literally, the actual building was alive. Held together by an endless maze of ivy and a shocking amount of moss. Not only that but Jac could taste the amount of inscects in her mouth before she was even at the door. She could hear their buzzing and steps. The whole place was swarming with life. She smirked to herself, the whole place made her almost sad that she was dead. Was she dead? She was walking, talking but not breathing..
Jac looked up at the sky like she so frequently did, the nightsky made her eyes shine a ghostly blue. Her pale skin and hair matched the moons colour tonight, it was full and just the light of it made her body tingle. She stepped up onto to tip toes with perfect balance and ease. She slowly closed her eyes, her face pointed at the moon, just trying to get closer to it.
She dropped without warning, her eyes flashing open. someone was here, and that didn't make Jac happy. This was Jac's time and Jac's place.
Tamesis Richard - July 26, 2007 02:52 PM (GMT)
Isis made her way out of the cove, she was bored with the dullness of the conversation there. Anyone who she found at all interesting had already left for their meal, or to have fun somewhere in the city. The only ones left were the narcissistic bores, spending hours talking about how brilliant they were, and really, conversation of that manner did not interest Tamesis in the slightest. They needed to get over themeselves, even if some of them were more talented than her. She still could get her way around, and managed to stay alive, which, at this particular moment in time, was all that really mattered. Survival. That's why the rivalry started, because people didn't agree about the way in which they should survive.
She walked across into the forest, a place where it would be idiotic to go if you did not really know how to take care of yourself, what with all the creatures in there. Carniverous, bloodthirsty and pretty darn mean creatures at that. Isis was lucky that she was in the circle, and knew what to expect, but it really didn't help that three out of the four clans disliked, or usually hated her, and the other didn't trust her as far as they could throw her.
Isis didn't walk quickly, she loved the forest, and liked to soak up all of her surroundings as she moved. She walked lightly, so the leaves barely made a sound beneath her feet, and she knew that anything particularly dangerous would be doing the same, but Isis could hear some of the other inhabitants of the wood walking around, the twigs crunching loudly beneath their feet. She suspected deer, or maybe a boar. But nothing too exciting.
Now she arrived at the windmill, which was Isis' favourite part of the forest. It was a brilliant place, and not many people knew about it. SHe would have guessed twenty people at most, possibly less. But she had never came across anyone while she was there before.
Isis leaned on the windmill, breathing in the earthy sent of the forest. She had to be careful where she put her weight, or the windmill would topple, she was surprised it was standing now. Isis glanced up at the sky, the moon was full but the trees around her sheltered most of the light. She was hungry, she would transform soon, and go looking for something to eat, but right now she was quite happy where she was.
She had only been stood there for a few minutes, when Isis heared someone approach. She could smell her quite easily from here, and recognised the scent with an identical amount of ease. Vampire. Great, just great, so much for her time relaxing. Isis wondered if the creature had sensed that she was there yet, they had good senses too, just not in the same way.
She stood, and leaned around the windmill, spotting the girl, and her suspitions were confirmed. She definately knew that Isis was there, she looked rather agitated, just as Isis had been. Isis stepped further around the windmill, raising her eyebrow at her.
"I didn't know your kind enjoyed the forest, thought you be off playing with the bats in a church tower.." she said, although knowing this wasn't particularly true.
((OOC: Is that okay? I've never seen the film, so wasn't sure if she would be transformed yet.. One not being able to talk makes for a boring rp though ;) Tell me if I've mucked something up, and I'll change it.)) Jac Roberst - July 26, 2007 03:08 PM (GMT)
"I didn't know your kind enjoyed the forest, thought you be off playing with the bats in a church tower.." Her eyes zoned into a girl. Just by the smell and the sound of her voice she could tell she was a lycan. The full moon rippled off the lycan's skin in a trance like way, but Jac was pretty sure she was the only person that could pick that up. She raised an eyebrow at the girl, crossing her arms over her chest. "Funny, I thought you'd be off howling at the moon and chasing your own tail." She grinned, flicking ash blond hair out of her face. Her deep, dark brown eyes flashed an icy blue as the reflected off the moon. Again, something only she did. All her strange little quirks.
Jac looked at the girl. She was the second one to talk down to her this week. She hated france, being new to the country she was still not as infamous as she would have liked. In america just her name sent chills through every vampire and lycan, the same in england and in most countries. Jac really needed to build up her rep in Paris. She steppped forwards, her feet barely touching the floor and not making a sound. Within a few seconds Jac was so close to the lycan that their feet where touching, she leaned in, breathing on her neck. Soaking up that glorious full-moon lycan. Hopefully this one would be better than the last.
"Are you on herorin?" She asked bluntly, without hesistation. She had no need for tact what so ever. She just wanted to know whether or not the lycan was edible or not becuase that would decided how she would kill her. After all, the best way to make people fear you is by killing all the people they respect and someone must respect her for her to have the cheek to act like that arround her.
Tamesis Richard - July 26, 2007 03:20 PM (GMT)
"Funny, I thought you'd be off howling at the moon and chasing your own tail."
Isis gave a small snort into the back of her hand. The vampire was a comedian. She removed her hand from her face and clapped, "Brava, brava.. You're so funny, but, fyi, I only do that on Sundays, usually I just prefer to scratch the fleas off.." she smirked, crossing her arms much like the vampire had. Isis did not expect that to be the last comment made, this girl seemed stubborn. And Isis would not give up until she did, that wasn't her style. Even if you person she was talking to was above her, which this creature was almost definately not. Shame really, it wasn't her fault that she was one of them. Oh well.
Isis ignored her eyes as they flashed, being used to just as bad. Just because something was a little different didn't mean she'd care. The vampire was stepping towards her now, and was soon leaning in on her neck. Isis, however didn't react, another one of the things you had to learn about while living in the circle.
"Are you on herorin?"
"Why, do you want some?" Isis asked her with her eyebrow raised. In truth, she wouldn't touch the stuff. She didn't see what the fuss was about, and preferred other things to help her relax, have fun, and the like. However, she wasn't going to answer any questions that it were possible to avoid.
Jac Roberst - July 26, 2007 03:36 PM (GMT)
"Nope." Jac said, her voice veiled in sweetness. In reality her hole brain was going haywire. Jackpot. The blood of a lycan, clean and on a full moon, the only thing that could sweeten the deal now is if Jac could get the lycan transformed. She circled her, her eyes studing every inch of the lycans delicous body. After just a few moments thought, Jac decided her plan.
Jac stopped in front of her. Jac was a little shorter than her- as usual. She leaned into the Lycan. Her eyes trying to catch the girls, her eyebrow was raised in a questioning, sudective matter. She lifted her hand up as if to hit her, but instead she stroked her soft cheek with the back of her hand.
"I'm Jac." She smirked, her white hair falling into her eyes, she pulled it back as she did so she smiled revealing half-extended fangs. "Some call me the black widow.." She added, trying to add as much mystique to her voice as possible, it was really quite effective. "And you are?"
She didn't wait for an answer, she pulled out a gun from the back of her jeans and aimed it at the lycans throat, all under a second. Hopefully, this would urge her to transform. She pressed the barrel hard onto the girls neck. "Pure silver." She laughed.
Tamesis Richard - July 26, 2007 03:53 PM (GMT)
Isis stood still as the vampire studied her, obviously planning whether or not she should die, or, more to the point, how she would die. Isis would not let her that easily, of course. She didn't want to die, just yet, although, she supposed it wouldn't be a big loss to her pack, if she did. Servant. Not exactly important, she could be easily replaced. She knew it.
The vampire stepped in front of her again, she was a good five inches shorter than her, and Isis had to look down to see her properly. This was odd, as Isis had never thought herself particularly tall. Now her hand was stroking her, and Isis felt a soft wave of disgust sweep over her. What the hell was she doing? Isis kept still again, once again keeping her face blank.
"I'm Jac. Some call me the black widow.. And you are?"
"None of your business.." she replied, a small smirk playing around her lips again, don't answer questions. It was an idiotic thing to do. When people knew your identity they could trace you, and she only let her allies know her properly, unless she had to tell someone, or was in a particularly cocky mood.
After the first word of her last sentence, Isis felt the cold metal of the gun hit her throat. She flicked her eyes to the side, but did not show fear. Don't show fear. Her eyes flicked bad to Jac as she laughed, "Pure silver.". Isis raised her eyebrows. "You think I fear death? A shot in the neck would be painless, quick... Give me a challenge vampire.." she said.
Isis' trusted knife was tucked into her trousers, but she was in no position to grab right now, should she transform? Or did the vampire want that? One false moove right now and she would be fertilising daffodils.
Jac Roberst - July 26, 2007 04:04 PM (GMT)
Jac laughed, pouting a little. "Oh, don't worry.. your death will be far from quick, far from.." With her spare hand she drew out the other gun and aimed it at the lycans leg and without hesistation she shot at it, two bullets. She pulled the lycan closer. "Painless.." The exhiliarating scent of the werewolves blood flooded her nostrils so strong a pure it almost burned through every nerve ending, it made her light head, almost like she was high on drugs. Despite all that it was glorious, it filled her with wicked glee she let out a small laugh- ok, it was more of a witched crackle.
The lycan wouldn't die though, she wouldn't let her until she was at her most delicous, at her prime. Which wasn't quite yet. In her foot where two 15mm stainless steel bullets, which where really quite big bullets- creating two large craters in her shoes. Jac opened her mouth, tasting the pain and blood in the air, very much like a snake does, except she didn't wiggle her tounge around.
((Gah.. sorry it's SO short >;| Writers block..))
Tamesis Richard - July 26, 2007 04:16 PM (GMT)
"Oh, don't worry.. your death will be far from quick, far from.."
Isis frowned at the vampire, she really was up herself. Did she even have reason to be? Isis had not seen her before, but she was a vampire, after all, and therefore Isis might not have seen her even if she has lived here her whole life. She didn't go off purposefully looking for vampires, unless it was important.
And then Jac shot, Isis drew in a sharp breath at the pain, but then, instead of breathing out, a groan of pain left her lips. She would have fallen if the vampire had not grabbed her. Isis looked at her as she laughed, her foot and lef still throbbing, she tried to imagine that her leg was not there, and therefore there was nothing to hurt.
She took a deep breath, but when she talked it was broken slightly, every now and again she let out a small yelp of pain, although she kept as quiet as she possibly could. "If you think.. that will make me give up.. then.. I'm a-afraid.. that you.. are sadly m-mistaken.." she muttered, struggling to keep her balance with one leg.
Jac Roberst - July 26, 2007 04:40 PM (GMT)
"If you think.. that will make me give up.. then.. I'm a-afraid.. that you.. are sadly m-mistaken.." Jac smirked. This girl had a habit of saying the wrong things. It was all rather funy really, how she was so close to her death and she didn't even seem to notice.
Her little squeals of pain egged her on, like they were whispering temptations in her ear. "On the contrary, I don't want you to give up, I want you to fight back." She grinned, pushing the barrel of the silver gun further into th caverns of the lycans neck.
"Or do you need more persuasion?" She grinned as she moved the stainless steel gun futher up so that it pushed on her knee cap. Jac's eyes grinned evily, she could picture the cracking sound the gun wuld make, followed by the agonising splintering of the knee cap and then a whole load more blood.
Her eyes flashed icy blue again with excitement. Today could bode well after all.
Tamesis Richard - July 26, 2007 07:31 PM (GMT)
"On the contrary, I don't want you to give up, I want you to fight back."[/i]
Isis frowned further at the girl. How the hell did she get herself into these things? She could have spent a quiet evening in the cove relaxing, but no, she had to go outside, and now here she was, two bullets lodged in her foot, and a gun pointing towards a very vital organ. Such as the windpipe, plus it was filled with silver, meaning she wouldn't even get a chance. It made things more interesting though, she supposed, and maybe it could turn into fun.
Her head was pushed further to the side as the gun was pushed into Isis' neck, and she let out a low growl, embracing her inner wolf, as it were. She would find a way out of this, she had to, it was her life at stake.
"Or do you need more persuasion?"
The other gun, which Isis was glad to have found out it didn't contain silver, as she would be dead by now, was pressed into her kneecap. This was the last straw, it pushed her off balanced and she slipped to the side, landing with a thump next to one of the trees, and angry stare looking up at Jac. She only had one choice now. "Fine." she mumbled simply, before transforming.l
The transformation only took a few seconds, and now her wolf form was stood where Isis had been lying moments before. The blood was still dripping from her back leg, but now she had three others to choose from.
Isis lunged at Jac, grabbing her throat, considering there had been a gun aimed at hers moments before, she bit down hard, her teeth sinking into the vampires flesh. Another joly of pain shot up her leg as she landed on the vampire, but she tried to ignore it..
((Sorry for the crap reply, still getting used to this.)) Jac Roberst - July 26, 2007 08:43 PM (GMT)
Jac smirked, watching her fall and finally transform. She was quite a pretty little beasty after all but Jac's admiration was short lived because moments after transformin the girl punced on Jac- something she didn't expect from this little wrench and then attacked her throat. This is not on She thought. She was incrediabley weak, no way could she physically pull her off, her thoughts where cut off by a sudden burst of agonising pain. Flaring up and fading out all her senses, She let out an angered and pained scream but it was gargeled in her own blood, blood from the heavy wound.
Jac reached for the gun and blindly shot it, one.. two..three times. She knew it hit somethig, whether it was the wolf or something else she couldn't tell through the agnozing pain. Jac gritted her teeth, trying to push past it.. it wasn't that bad..ok maybe it was. JAs let out another gargeled scream, she needed to get the wolf of her. Jac revealed her full fangs- which where above average and bitinto the wolves shoudler, hard. She didn't just bite she teared and sucked and scratched.. anything to get rid off her.
The wolves blood that leaked into her mouth sent shivers down her spine, momentarily distracting her from the pain.
Tamesis Richard - July 26, 2007 08:55 PM (GMT)
Isis clung on, sinking her teeth in deeper if she could. This wouldn't kill the vampire, but hopefully it would render her unconsious so she could get away, or, hey, maybe if she bit hard enough the vampire would lose her head. Ha. Now wouldn't that be fun.
She heared the gun shoot again, but flung her weight to the side so that the bullet flew past her, missing her by a few inches and smacking into the tree behind them. She didn't want any more wounds if she could help it.
Speaking of which, the stupid little vampire girl was now trying to bite into her shoulder, Isis winced at the pain, but it was nothing compared to her leg. The jump hadn't done it any good. Thankfully, Jac's neck acted as a nice gag, meaning that she couldn't scream, and the pain just made her bite down harder.
As the vampire carried on chewing at her shoulder, Isis started clawing at her chest with her feet, using her good leg to balance while the one that had been shot hung limply.
Jac Roberst - August 3, 2007 08:26 PM (GMT)
Pain was one of those things that no matter how often and how bad you recieved it you never quite get used to the burning that floods all your senses and completely screws your judgement. Which was why, what was really annoying was that instead of trying to work out how to escape what might just kill her, Jac's mind was on why the fuck she had got herself in this posistion in the first place. Greed. Pure adulterated greed. She didn't [/i]need[/i] a meal- she certainly didn't need a full moon werewolf and now purely becuase of her greed she might just die. The beautiful, graceful Jac Roberst- easily Europes best thief dying at the bite of a pathetic werewolf? Jac would not have it.
She felt around with her hands for the silver gun- but it had somehow escaped her grip. Great. But she still had the stainless steel. With a small grunt she brought it down with her full force on the wolves head. Jac then laughed quitely to herself- although it wasn't really a laugh- it was a pained gargle. How did she get herself into these messes. It better not scar, Jac would not be happy if this scarred. Anyway, what Jac was laughing about was the fact that she was weaker than a human without loosing over half of her precious blood. Thanks to Mr white haired guy. Jac grinned wildly looking up at the moon., People say the wolves have lost all connection to the beautiful silver orb- but Jac didn't believe that for one second.
She reloaded the gun and put it to the wolves head. She couldn't speak so instead she pushed it onto the wolves scalp as hard as she could, the cold steel pressing against her fur, it was a warning, Jac didn't like killing things she wasn't going to eat- she'd kill the wolf later, only it wouldn't just be a kill, it would be torture, pain and then dinner.
Tamesis Richard - August 8, 2007 06:21 PM (GMT)
Isis yelped as the gun was brought down, rather forcefully, upon her head. However, she didn't dare loosen her grip, because that could be the difference between killing, or getting killed, life and death. And, of course, life was much preferable in Isis' eyes, even if she kept daring people to kill her. That was just stupid. Tamesis was stupid, fair play to her, she always got herself into these stupid situations and made it incredibly hard for her to get herself out of them.
She heard the vampire gargle, apparently a triumphant reaction to jabbing her on the head with the gun, but it hadn't hurt half as much as the bullet that was now lodged into her foot, the bullet that had shattered half of her bones entering, and the fact that she too was bleeding. There was immense pain coming from her foot, but the vampire's neck was acting as a sort of gag, not letting her let out too loud of a noise.
Isis felt the metal of the gun being pressed into her scalp, although it wasn't helping Jac much either, as as she pushed the gun, she pushed Isis' head also, and this only made Isis pull harder on her flesh, as her grip was the same, but her head was moving, causing her teeth to pull on Jac's skin. That had to hurt. Good.
Isis had no way of telling which gun was currently presses against her head, it could have been the silver or the steel, and once again, Isis found herself facing a life or death situation. She pulled away, taking half of the flesh from Jac's neck as she did so, once again, that had to hurt, and once again, good. She wouldn't die though, she still had her head, unfortunately..
Isis swallowed the flesh, backing off and staring at the vampire in front of her. She'd run if she got the silver gun out, but until then, this was rather fun.
Jac Roberst - August 9, 2007 08:34 AM (GMT)
A rather large chunk of her throat was ripped from her, which really didn't help. She was unable to make a sound and she'd lost to much precious blood to fight at all, in fact this would take a hell of alot to heal and she doubted she'd be able to walk for a while- but at least the wolf was off her. Jac painfully moved so that she was sitting up, wincing as the torn muscles flexed. Jac could feel the tiny molucules attempt to rejoin, but they kept failing- not enough strength yet.
She looked up at the wolf, her blood-shot eyes narrowed and pained. Her hand went to the large hole in her chest- she couldn't speak, not a word- it hurt to even open her mouth, and if she was human or wolf she wouldn't be able to breath, lucky for her she didn't breath. She wondered wether the wolf would kill her, becuase it was possible she could- and after 122 years of living, she still wasn't ready to die and in all honesty this was the first time in quite a while when she was really scared.
She tried again to move her lips, but only a soft gargle came out, the pain flowing to harshly. Jacs eyes rolled into the back of her head and she dropped back to the floor. Jac had fainted, for the first time in her life.