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          THOUGH SPEAK'ST ARIGHT  ━           I        AM         THAT         MERRY           WANDERER   OF    THE   NIGHT

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            INDEPENDENT & SELECTIVE             ‘ PUCK ’     FROM      WILLIAM             SHAKESPEARE’S                 A             MIDSUMMER             NIGHT’S             DREAM

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          The sound of her arming her gun should have been a           comforting  one.  Instead,  the older vampire bristles           at the noise ; the tension in his shoulders pulling his           body taut though he eyes remain fixed on  the  other.           A gunshot wound wouldn't  kill  him,  either  of  them,           but in his half-starved state there was no way it'd be           a  speedy recovery ; no way he could win a fight with           that kind of blood-loss ... Two - three  more  seconds           tick  by  before  he makes his move ; arms unfolding,           hand  already  closing  tight around  the  base  of his           makeshift   stake   as   the   other  launches  himself           forward & they both  topple  back with a grunt ... The           weapon  falls  from  his  hands  as  his wrist impacts           HARD against the harsh  concrete ; ears RINGING &           white-spots dancing across his vision from where his           head  had  smacked  down  alongside it ... His pupils           dilate, irises  already  giving  way  to  BLACK  as  he           hisses  &  thrashes  at  his  attacker, elbow colliding           with  the  younger's  solar  plexus  &  causing  him to           double-over  atop the elder with a gasp ; long enough           for  him  to  reverse  their  positions  & pin him down           with  knees  bracketing  his torso & a forearm across           his throat.

                    ❝   Do it !   ❞

          He shouts.  Bullet,  stake, whatever ... He just wants           the  other  incapacitated  as  soon as possible before           he winds up with more marks to match the bloodied           grooves her wires had carved into his flesh ...

The tension in the room builds as Sawyer’s companion takes another step forwards that borders on a primal instinct and yet she stays where she’s grounded. The fight isn’t hers, the history with the other vampire is not something she knows but it would be impossible not to see that from the intensity in the stance of both vampires. 

There was going to be a showdown and Sawyer was uncertain exactly how much help she could be. An experienced fighter for sure but she was still only human and against a vampire she knew her limits or rather her limits in comparison to their strengths. Another good reason to follow Mitchell’s lead, whatever that was going to be, the only indication she got from his quick glance in her direction was that it was going to be soon.

Sawyer cocks back her gun, the snapping noise echoing through the room as she takes just a single step closer, renewing her previous stance with her weapon now ready to fire the second the opposing vampire made a move. She had a clear shot, well, kind of, she wasn’t exactly opposed to shooting through her new partner in crime.

❝  You might wanna do what he says.  ❞  Sawyer offered, calmly, waiting either way for somebody to make a move.

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               ❝   Pretending is all well an' good,  but  you  have                      to  face REALITY sooner or later. You've got'ta                      feed, kid.   ❞

          He knows that all too well ... Eyes narrow at her over the           tops of his knees, boot-clad foot tapping out an impatient           rhythm  against  the  worn  carpet  as  his scowl deepens.           Abstinence never ends clean.  Not  for their kind at least.

               ❝   Sooner or later you're gonna snap an' it's going                      t'be a  bloody  massacre.  In  every  sense  of                      t'word.   ❞

          He clarifies, the muscles in his jaw leaping as he grinds           his  teeth.  Her apathy, misery, whatever, is driving him           stir-crazy. It's  like living with a ghost - no, scratch that -           a shadow.                                                                      

        A hand shoots up to her head as his voice raises. It’s a reflex, one she picked up         as a kid with a screaming father and a mother that wouldn’t stand up for herself.         Ceri’s fingers move into her own hair, trying to mask the knee-jerk reaction as a         casual fix of her hair. 

       “Just want a bit of peace,” She replies, brow furrowed as she tries to vanquish the         misery he hates so much from her expression. “Never had any, really. But these         books are nice. Don’t understand half the words, mind, but they’re better than this.

       I never asked for this, Mitchell. I just wanna pretend it’s not like this. Just for a bit.” 

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          Her consent only hangs in the air for the briefest of moments           before his head ducks ; lips closing around the tender gash &           tongue  darting  out  to  lap up the crimson beaded around the           torn  flesh.  The  first  splash  of  copper  on his taste-buds is           INDESCRIBABLE, the monster in him PURRING as he feels           the  inside  of his mouth turn slick with her life-blood & he has           to   close   his  eyes  against  the  onslaught  of  SENSATION           rushing  through  him.  It's been too long ... He can feel LIFE           ( energy )  seeping back through his own veins ; heavy limbs           turning  almost  weightless  as  he floats on a cloud of BLISS.           It  doesn't  take long for the sharp points of his fangs to pierce           her  flesh,  sinking  in  DEEP  as  he  GLUTS  himself on her           offering.

          Only INSTINCT governs him now as he clutches her wrist like           a lifeline ; suckling & trembling  like  a  newborn  babe  as  his           starvation abates & the black-eyed beast takes hold.

She keeps her mouth firmly shut, jaw clenching at the stinging sensation of the stitches being pulled free. She doesn’t make any sounds, but by her breathing he’d be able to tell that she’s in pain– she’d had worse though, it’ll be fine, they’ll be fine. He’d just have to put a little bit of pressure on either side of the wound to make it really start bleeding again, already there’s a small bead of is dripping down her arm. Alicia has to work to keep her breathing even, but her heart hammers in her chest with violent abandon, something that’s surely tempting to him.

      ❝ Deep breaths, it’ll be okay. Go ahead. ❞

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OK so am actually online & doing the usual theme-fix before immersing myself in my drafts.

if you want a thing, feel free to like this or jump into my inbox  ( i'm dying for more mitchell stuff so )  & i shall get to them after replies

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For Jazz

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                    ❝   No issue. Not one.   ❞

          He's ALMOST stumbling over his words ; unable to stop GAWKING           as  she draws closer & he feels the HEAT of her body pressing flush           against his. He damn near WHINES when she pulls  away,  the  loss           of contact serving to increase his need for MORE ...

                    ❝   I wonder ...   ❞

          The  words  are  drawled  as  he  closes  the  distance between them           again ; knowing he's just following her like a puppy on a leash ... His           eyes  follow  the  trail  of  her  tongue  across  RED  lips,  the   colour           alluring to both man & monster as he grazes blunt  teeth  across  the           painted flesh with a smile. 

     To see his REACTION created a furthering effect on her being.  Dressing up, being CUTE for a man much like Mitchell became something to which she would happily take part in, and for that, would she find herself lingering for a moment, rocking on the back of her heels.  “I told you … ” Though sight narrowed, did bare feet come CLOSER towards the vampire, fingers brushing along the lapel of his coat, head lulling to the side.  “I enjoy showing off for YOU and if that’s an issue, then please … do tell me … I can easily get out of this as well as getting BACK into it.”   

Where intentions reigned to be OUT of said attire did the she wolf bring herself backwards, leaning on the edge of the bed, as if to play coy with the other, to bring him onto that END that left the other wishing to get his hands on her flesh.  Bent over enough did brows furrow, raven golden hues burning BRIGHTLY, tongue brushing along plump lips coated in CRIMSON colour.  “ —— so … whatever shall we do about this, MITCHELL?”

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For thiscancerbetweenus

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                    ❝   If  you're  talking   about  the  bloke  holdin'  your                           leash, then yeah, I know.   ❞

                    ❝   What leash ?   ❞

          The words are SNARLED as he advances  ( three more steps )           & arms  fold  across  his torso as shoulders square & he draws           himself up to his full height.                                                 

                    ❝   There is no leash. An' you're runnin' out of time,                           pal.   ❞

          He  casts his eyes back over his shoulder  ( just for a moment )           at  Sawyer,  lips curling up into the beginnings of a GRIM smile.

                    ❝   'Cause  if  you don't call it quits, then me an' my                           friend here are goin'  to  make that decision for                           you ... Regardless of Herrick.   ❞

          He  unfolds  his arms, teeth grinding as his conscience wages           a war against his common sense ...

The hunter notes the slight of position from the vampire, its a motion that speaks of a want to protect, to stand between her and another, apparently he was a man of his word: ‘no more bloodshed’. 

She doesn’t make a move, knowing if the other vampire was to make a move then she was faster on the draw, though that could have been her arrogance speaking there. Still, she remembered her training well, even if she hadn’t executed that in a long time , regardless she knew her skillset.

Her gaze formerly set on the vampire not on her side, suddenly flickers to the vampire who was. There was definitely something off, or atleast something she didn’t know and it was enough to make her suspicious; not that it usually took very much. 

There was apparently, a shared history between the two, no, maybe not something that personal but an understanding of events that lay somewhere in the past. Nothing about Mitchell’s form gave him away however, nothing she could see and his tone, his words, lamented very little also.

The small glance shot in her direction is met by very little to show any signs of agreement, not so much as a nod is given in return, she just flexes the double handed grip on her weapon, readying herself.

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“Are ya really gonna use that?”

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                    ❝   Oh,   I'm   not   plannin'   on   lettin'    you   go                           anywhere, love.   ❞

          The words are all but purred as he fixes her under hooded           eyes & lips curve up higher as they touch hers again. Broad           hands  smooth  down  over her stomach, falling down to her           hips as she splays out beneath him & her  words  coax  him           CLOSER ; mouth  already  latching  onto  the soft flesh just           beneath her jaw as he SMIRKS.                                    

                    ❝   Say 'please' again  ...   ❞

          He  murmurs,  teasing  as  BLUNT  teeth  graze  over  the           hollow between  her clavicles & he can't fight the grin that           splits  his  features ; ELATED in the knowledge that she is           SAFE  from  the  MONSTER  lying  dormant  beneath his           skin ...

       He CONTROLS her movements, brings her against the bed as if to be drawn towards him with no more than MAGNETIC need buried within old bones.  Slender stems wrap around his waist, fingers buried in his chaotic mess of raven locks, nails TUGGING at his scalp, as if to need his attention, not just on her mouth, but on her entire being.  Treading digits drag across the fabric covering flesh, lower back arching to press herself to him, as if he’s the ICE she needed to calm the fire within her veins.  For decades did she venture for her lonesome, NO ONE was to break the bounds of her stoic facade, yet, here she lingered, beneath one that had come to undo the ties of her NEED to loathe anyone other than her own being.  

With desperation on her fingertips did body arch once more, head lulling to the side, witnessing skin soon appear.  “ —— then keep ME.”  Arms extended to allow for fingers to rush over FLESH, her smirk growing until going to come closer towards the vampire, mouth hovering over his, fingers embracing each little BIT of skin she could touch without needing to DISAPPEAR from that sensation boiling within her veins.  “Mitchell,” back fell against the bedding, head canting once again, plump lips twisted into that of a TEASING grin, “come back here … please ….”

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How did you do that? Stay so calm?

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          He watches the other's eyes flick to his companion ; taking a           measured  step  sideways to shield her a little more from his           view. He'd heard the tell-tale click of her  weapon,  he  knows           she's  armed,  but  it  doesn't  quell the protective urge in him.           He'd meant it when he'd spoken of no more bloodshed ...

                    ❝   So,  way  I  see  it,  you've  got  a  choice. Get                           clean, or  get  staked.  Which  is  it  going  t'a                           be ?   ❞

          He  doesn't want to kill the bloke, but he's not seeing a whole           lot of other options & the list is narrowed  considerably  when           the newborn scoffs.                                                           

                    ❝   Get clean ? Like you ?   ❞

          Teeth  are  bared  at that, mottled RED with flecks of blood &           Mitchell   has   to  swallow  against  the  wave  of  nausea  &           HUNGER that the sight provokes.

                    ❝   Like me.   ❞

          He repeats, taking another calculated step forward. He casts           a  quick  glance back at the hunter, as if warning her to keep           her distance  ( for now )

                    ❝   It's  possible  to live without killing ... An' ours                           isn't   the   only   attention  your  little  feeding                           frenzy has attracted.   ❞

Her gaze is set on her new partner in…well, whatever this was. A partner in crime? Not really. A partner in hunting? It was about the best explanation for it that she had right now. 

Without a plan Sawyer was having to follow her new vampire buddy’s lead, though she was beginning to wonder if even he knew what he was doing. Placing trust in another, in any form, was not something Sawyer practised in, especially when she barely knew them. Still, she had little choice but to let him take the lead on this one. 

Her presence is then noticed by the other vampire, her eyes also locking onto his as she very slowly reached for her belt and draws her gun, held in the same grip she had been taught when she was fifteen. The sound of a click marks the safety as being off, though the glock is held downwards slightly, she isn’t going to shoot until she needs to not until the situation or John indicates that she should. 

She could take orders from another on the occasion that places that person in a higher state of experience than herself. Sawyer had tangled with vampires before, on many occasions, being in some ways the soul human protector of a town at the mercy of supernatural activity; but Sawyer had the distinct feeling that John knew these vampires more than he was letting on.

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                    ❝   Jesus...   ❞

          The heat in his gut reaches FEVERISH as dark, HUNGRY eyes           rake  over  her  form  as  he  takes a few  ( slow )  steps forward.           His  movements  are  almost  teasing ; they both know what the           other  wants,  could  so  easily  give  in  but  yet  ...  He  takes an           almost  SADISTIC  kind  of  pleasure   in   drawing   things   out           between  them ; until  they're  stretched-raw & DESPERATE for           one another ...

                    ❝   You weren't kiddin' about the get-up.   ❞

          He  swallows ; lips  coaxed  up into the beginnings of a smirk as           he halts, still a few feet from her, letting out  a  low,  appreciative           whistle  as  the corners of his eyes crinkle with what can only be           interpreted  as  outright  affection ; seeming almost out of place           compared to the HEAT in his gaze ...

      There’s something adorable in the way he comes in, and while, YES, his heartbeat is something to which she’s paid mind too, does a set of eyes narrow when he speaks, plump lips TWITCHING into a grin.  “ —- I’m upstairs, sweetie.”  Perhaps it’s the faint actuality that flirting over does the need to REMEMBER their differences in species, and where she would, normally, not rest her head, does she find herself going to stare at the door way, grinning when the bounding steps bring skin to prickle, body tucked away in the bedroom they’ve come to SHARE since her stay with him.  

Though her smile is permanent does she find herself going to come nearer to the door way, pushing it open with high heels on feet, smile turning into that of a DEVIOUS smirk, golden raven hues narrowing onto the vampire before her.  “ —— well hello there, Mr. Mitchell.”

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