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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 16:33:52 GMT -5
She hadn't brought a coat and as they started to walk down the near empty street in the direction of her presumed hotel she stumbled a little and giggled, grabbing his arm for support and looking up at him momentarily are she "regained her balance". "I swear I walk much more gracefully on the runway." She said with a wink and she straightened herself out and continued down the street.
She glanced behind them as if looking to see if they were being followed (which she was doing, but not because she was frightened, to make sure they wouldn't be seen) holding onto his arm tightly. She looked back up the street for the right alley. The cold street was empty, wet from rain earlier that night with only a few street lamps and shop windows casting light reflections in the puddles.
{OOC: Sorry so short}
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 16:50:10 GMT -5
Jamie was quick to take off his coat and throw it around her shoulders, the first real gentlemanly thing he had done all night. It was of course intended to be another step closer to his goal. He returned his arm around her waist and occasionaly his hand slipped down to rest on her hip or butt.
All he had to do now was talk her into letting him come up to the hotel room and the rest would be easy as she appeared to be. Time for a sincere, probing question. To get her into the idea of spending some more time together. "I hope I don't get you in trouble keeping you out so late. I would be nice to have a few more hours." He gave her his best warm, sincere look.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 16:56:54 GMT -5
She willed herself not to roll her eyes as his hand "slipped" down. She giggled as he tried to disguise what he truly meant in wanting a few more hours with her. He wouldn't get that long.
She opened her handbag as the walked and dug out her leather gloves. She pulled them on and then grabbed both of his hand. "A few more hours? Do you really think it would take that long?" She asked coyly now backing up and pulling him into a side alley between a small coffee shop and an abandoned storefront. No security cameras, no apartment windows. It couldn't be more perfect.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 17:21:34 GMT -5
He took a quick look down the sidewalk as she pulled him into the alley. It didn't even occur to him to wonder why she was so interested in this dark nook when she had a hotel so close by. Laughing out loud, he took the lead and pulled her into the light near the back door of the coffee shop. It was blocked on one side by a fence at the end of the alley and it was blocked form the street side by the dumpster.
He thought for a brief moment about the girl who had at one time worked in the coffee shop. He had come in for a quick cup as they were closing and she was crying about how she was going to loose her apartment because she didn't have the money she needed for rent. He offered her the money if she could "render services" for him. She had been a virgin.
He backed himself against the wall and felt the warmth of the light so close above his head. Pulling her to him he bent to kiss her mouth, gripping her under her thighs and lifted her up so she was straddling his waist.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 19:01:19 GMT -5
She turned her head averting his mouth to her neck to not only tease but avoid him feeling her cold hard lips, it might arouse suspicion. She smiled broadly to herself as he lifted her, she probably felt even lighter than she looked. The lack of blood in her veins would account for that.
She took one more look around the alley, making sure there were absolutely no possible witnesses. Discretion, as Ancel always taught her. She inhaled deeply, he would probably think in pleasure, but she was savoring his warm, fresh smell and preparing her throat for the meal ahead. She let out one deep moan before turning her teeth on his neck. They were sharp and quickly broke through his skin right over his jugular. The warm sticky blood started to flow, filling her mouth and oozing down her throat. She threw her arms around his, pinning them to his side and thrusting him against the opposite wall.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 19:26:10 GMT -5
Jamie felt the sudden loss of blood flow to his brain as a sort of euphoric high. He ment to tell her not to be so rough but it came out as a sharp gasp followed by a garbbled choking sound. When she threw him against the oppisite wall he felt cracks form across the back of his skull and he slid down the wall to sit on the cold, wet ground.
His eyes rolled back in his head and the last thought to go through his mind was that it had been a good day.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 29, 2009 19:44:40 GMT -5
As soon as she saw his eyes roll back she as in a frenzy. He tiny body lurched toward him silently, her mouth to his neck sucking the still warm blood out of his veins. It filled her throat and she felt her whole body grow stronger. He tasted fresh and yet some how aged, familiar. She always attributed this taste to someone with money. As she felt the veins starting to get tighter, empty she sucked a little harder, knowing she wouldn't have another meal like this for some time until no more would come out and his body started to get cold.
She backed up and almost seized a little, licking her teeth clean and exhaling deeply, her eyelids now heavy. She was a fairly neat monster, her dress was still clean and only her lips were red with a tiny film of blood, easily wiped away. Her gloves as well had a tiny spray from being so close to his neck when she had bit, but to the naked human eye it wouldn't show.
She stood for a moment, enjoying the high of the hunt and kill and feeling the blood in her body. Then she started looking for the cleanest way to dispose of him. She looked at the body leaning against the wall, slumped down on himself, his jacket wrinkled from his move on her and his collar wet with dark red blood. Pathetic. He only got what he deserved. He doubt anyone would miss him, besides his slimy white collar clients for whom he stole money.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 29, 2009 20:01:10 GMT -5
There was the sound of a vehicle pulling up and parking on the curb just outside the alley. There is the sound of the doors opening and shutting and then the sound of footsteps, but nothing else.
The city is quiet mostly; sirens in the far distance and the sound of the occasional car going by a street over. But right outside the alley, four distinct human heartbeats. Four humans, breathing, and just waiting.
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 30, 2009 13:00:45 GMT -5
As soon as the sensed the change in the atmosphere around her she spun toward the figures, in a flash she peered through the darkness and assessed it was four humans, all had gotten out of a car and not only were they headed her way but they were aware of her. She could kill them, but then she wasn't sure if she could dispose of five bodies in a reasonable amount of time. Before they could get a good look at her she dashed to a fire escape and was up it in less than a second. There was no way a human eye could have seen her move at that speed in the dark.
She crouched and waited, she couldn't leave until she knew why they had followed her and who they were.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 30, 2009 13:47:13 GMT -5
Down in the alley were four men, dressed in identical black suits, each wearing sunglasses. One of them began directing the others, first collecting the dead body and zipping it into a body bag. One of the men collected the coat and car keys and left walking in the direction of the club.
Two of the men scooped up the body and carried it back to the black Escalade parked on the street and loaded it into the rear. While they did the fourth began passing a blacklight over the scene, scanning for traces of blood on the walls and ground. He produced a pungent smelling aresol and sprayed the spots he found.
The other two had gotten into the vehicle as the Aston Martin pulled up behind them and another black suit got out and left it running, and joined the other two.
"Miss Jocelyn," the only one still standing outside said, quietly. "your car is ready."
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 30, 2009 14:41:31 GMT -5
Jocelyn watched carefully as they cleaned up the not-so-messy mess she had made. At first she was confused, but then she realized Ancel must have sent them. There was a twinge of anger that he had had her followed, she didn't need a baby sitter, so a clean up crew either. She knew very well how to deal with a body, she had done it on her own for years. But then as she watched them work she realized they were doing a better job than she ever could. No one would ever find the body and there was a good chance they would cover his disappearance too. No one would probably even know he was dead.
As one addressed her she saw her car come into view. She lept down from the balcony, landing nimbly on her feet despite her heals only a few feet in front of him. She looked at him, eyes narrowed, trying to determine how much he knew and if he was a threat. He must not be if Ancel trusted him.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 30, 2009 16:06:47 GMT -5
The man's expression didn't seem to change. He reached into an inner pocket and presented her with a card that read: "Tactical and Support Services - Cleaners - Schray Inc."
"This division is under your direct supervision. Our primary function is to resolve any discrepancies." He seemed to be well aware that disposing of bodies does not fall into SOP for most security personnel. "Do you have any special instructions?
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Post by Jocelyn Whaley Hunt on May 30, 2009 16:53:14 GMT -5
She took the card and looked it over carefully. Reading it she realized right away that it was the division she was the supposed Vice President of. She frowned, disapointed in herself for not fully realizing her title was somewhat functional even if it meant something different than most humans would assume.
She shook her head trying to play off she knew what he was talking about, though she clearly didn't. "No, none at all. Just carry on with... the usual." She said, not know what 'the usual' entailed. She made to note to ask what they did with the bodies once she saw Ancel in the morning. "Thank you." She said taking her keys and and stuffing the card in her handbag with a gloved hand. She didn't look back as she went around the side of her car, one of the men now opening the door for her. She slid into the seat and he closed the door promptly staying next to her car, the engine was still running.
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Post by Red Shirt on May 30, 2009 17:33:56 GMT -5
The men got into the SUV and pulled away from the curb as a silver Lexus fell in behind them. It was most likely the one that Jamie had been driving. Both vehicles drove off down the street and disappeared.
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