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Tweak says, "your hamster offends me"

the_erika (the_erika) wrote in pandemansion,
@ 2008-03-19 12:47:00

Entry tags:

arriving, erika, hannibal king, hatake kakashi

Arrival of Erika, and Hannibal King
Who?: Erika, Hannibal King, and Hatake Kakashi
What?: Erika and Hannibal's arrival
When?: April 1, Year Unknown, evening
Where?: The Foyer
Rating?: R! For Hannibal's mouth!
Status? Complete

Having long drawn out discussions over things that shouldn't concern her wasn't Erika's cup of tea. Why should she care that Selene and her new pet were raging a new war against vampire kind? Selene liked her, she didn't have a thing to worry about. Besides, Selene wouldn't come back to the mansion, unless it was to kill Kraven.

Which Erika might have a problem with that. If Selene wanted Kraven, Erika would gladly trade. All the talk of Michael made her want him. He was powerful, having killed Viktor single handedly, well with the help of Selene. No that Erika had Kraven all to herself, and he actually looked at her for longer than thirty minutes, she could see his flaws. He had many of them.

Granted he had saved her life, granted he was gorgeous, but he was a bit of a coward. Erika couldn't stand cowards. She had spent her whole life bad mouthing cowards, putting them in their rightful places, now she was with one. A rather large coward if the new stories of the great war were true. Kraven had definitely lost his status, even in her eyes.

She sighed as she let her dress slip to the floor. She had teased the once great Kraven into taking her. The only time he didn't show his cowardice was in bed, that was for sure. She turned her shower on as hot as it would go. Looking to the small window she sighed as dusk was a few hours away. She wanted to go out and play tonight. Perhaps she would find a human pet like Selene had. Of course, she wouldn't have any luck of finding a blood that could handle being a hybrid, maybe. Erika was lucky. Perhaps she could find what she wanted tonight.

Stepping into the shower she let her thoughts go to what she would hunt tonight. Would she want a blonde like herself, red head -they were always fun, perhaps she'd go for another brunette. They always tried so hard in bed. A smile fluttered over her face. Kraven would be angry if she could find someone like him, but bigger, in every sense of the word. Surely that would be easy to find.

Washing off after taking the time to finalize her plans and relax, she made sure she used her scented shampoo. It was her scent, a mixture of jasmine and honeydew. Turning the water off she felt around for her towel just outside the door. Grabbing hold of her thick midnight blue towel she stepped out of the shower and into...a pool of water?

Her eyes flew open as she looked down into water resting over black marble. Her body reacted, wrapping the towel haphazardly around her. Had the remaining lycans found a way to toy with minds? Perhaps Kraven isn't as weak as he seems? "Kraven?" She murmured in a small voice, looking up and behind her at the great doors that were holding open.

Jumping back from them she landed on the foyer floor, her feet slapping wetly. Staring at the large doors she whimpered, moving back toward them. "Where am I?" She looked around, turning slowly in circles, her back toward the door.

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hellokittytat
2008-03-20 04:20 pm UTC (link)

Night had come and gone quickly for Hannibal King. He and Abigail had gone out hunting, found a den of hybrids, killing them and gone on their merry way back to the hive they'd been staying at while in Tokyo.

Hannibal had showered, washing the nasty blood off his body, and after he stepped out and toweled off he tossed his dirty laundry into his hamper. He took the time while in the bathroom to trim his beard, making it neat and presentable. He hated it when stray hairs stuck out at odd angles.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment. The two scars from Danica's bite stood out on his neck, pale in contrast to his dark skin. Reaching up, he trailed his fingertips over the newest scar he'd acquired. The place where Drake had stabbed him was still healing, but it was coming along nicely.

Shaking his head he grabbed up his pajama pants, slipping them on. The soft cotton blue pants rode low on his lean hips. Barefoot and bare-chested he padded his way to his room, telling Whistler goodnight along the way.

Almost as soon as his head hit his pillow, he was fast asleep.

Several hours later, Hannibal rolled over onto his side. Pressure in his lower belly caused his eyes to open and he groaned as he rolled out of bed. Still half asleep he stumbled to the bathroom. Raising the seat, he positioned himself in front of the toilet, moaning softly as he relieved himself.

After he'd finished he put the toilet seat back down, lest he be killed in his sleep by a grumpy, wet bottomed Abigail. Flushing the toilet he went over to the sink to wash his hands, and his stomach let out a soft rumble. It was getting close to his 'midnight' snack time. Drying his hands, he started out of the bathroom.

Hannibal yawned as he pushed open the door, eyes wide as he stumbled and then fell with a resounding splash. Spluttering he pushed himself up, staring hard at the black marble. His brows furrowed into confusion, and all thoughts of sleep were gone from his mind.

He jumped to his feet, droplets of water slinging off his tanned skin. He glanced over as he heard the creaking of metal, starting towards the closing gate? "No, no, fuck!" He groaned, racking his hands through his hair. "Oh fuck me. What the fuck is going on here?" He cried, tilting his head back and looking up.

Water dripped down his muscled form, and his pajama bottoms were plastered to his body leaving very little to the imagination. He ran his fingers through his hair once again, dropping his head back and moving to see past the gates. It was then he caught sight of a woman. In nothing but a towel. His lips quirked up into a smile, the thought of being in a new place put on the backburner for a moment. "Well, hello." He purred out, smiling at her.

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