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Ian Harland (ianharland) wrote in inshadowfalls,
@ 2010-05-06 12:20:00

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delia marquardt

Thread: Ian and Delia
Who: Ian Harland and Delia Marquardt
What: As promised, Ian picks up Delia at the blood bank
When: Thursday afternoon, May 6th
Where: Outside The Blood Bank
Rating: R (I suspect)

3 o'clock in the afternoon wasn't exactly Ian's happy hour. The sun was high enough in the West to cause an annoying glare against his sunglasses. But his long sleeves and the high collar of his smart black double-breasted trench covered his skin. He could feel the light drawing strength out of his limbs, but this was definitely going to be worth the moderate amount of discomfort.

He parked on the human side of the Blood Bank and waited out front. Lots of humans went in and out of the place on a regular basis, and Ian didn't know exactly what Delia looked like, but he was pretty good at reading people. He was looking for a slight woman, and one who would be scanning the area for him since she knew he was going to meet her there. Anything beyond that would be a surprise, and Ian loved surprises--especially of the human and weak variety.

More than likely, she would know that he was a vampire right off the bat. The way daylight made it difficult to dress normally, and the light really wasn't bright enough for a human to be donning sunglasses. He was counting on his charm to get her in the car, but if worse came to worse, he could just use force, or thrall.

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ianharland
2010-05-07 09:48 pm UTC (link)

No, she really shouldn't turn him down, though her reasoning was a bit different than his own for that fact. Ian hated being denied what he wanted and right now, he wanted Delia to get into his car and drive away with him. If she didn't do that, he would be forced to make her do as he wanted, and while that was going to be the end of this particular road anyway, he didn't want to do it so publicly, running the risk of some valiant vampire coming to save the day. Gag.

"Well, then I'm glad I caught you before you wasted the money." Delia's original instincts that Ian had been joking were correct. Ultimately, he'd just wanted to get a few double entendres in there about giving her a 'ride.' But then he saw the opportunity for even more fun and he couldn't pass it up. So there he was, gesturing toward his car. "Shall I help you up then? My car is just over there." His movements were impossibly smooth and he was touching her before it was even clear that that was his intent. He just laid a hand on her shoulder, very gently urging her to her feet.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-08 01:37 am UTC (link)

She glanced at him, clearly not feeling terribly comfortable. But be it her spinning head or the fact she really did need a ride, she frowned, rubbing her forehead. There was a tiny, minuscule voice in the back of her head reminded her this was such a bad idea.

He moved really, really fast. Bewildered, she idly allowed him to help her to her feet, even if she swayed a little.

"What's the rush?" She asked blearily, wobbling in her stance for a moment. She had wanted to sit a little longer, relax, gather her bearings. Even though on a couple occasions, that had resulted in her falling asleep on the park bench and waking up without her purse. Worse things could have happened, but it was still embarrassing. She glanced at the car he gestured to. It was right there...

Steeling in her heels, she glanced at him, mind capturing a moment of clarity. "I'm not going to owe you some ridiculous favor, am I?" Because, she had to face it, he was going out of his way to be nice and they'd never met. And a seeing as he'd introduced himself with a cliche she'd heard far too many times about riding, she really couldn't help asking.

She was silent, before she sighed. "Okay, fine. ...thank you." It was possibly the most begrudging thanks that had ever been uttered. He was ridiculously tall, she noted with distaste.

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ianharland
2010-05-08 02:15 am UTC (link)

"The rush? You look like you're going to pass out. Wouldn't it be better to be in your own bed sooner rather than later if that happens?" He answered reasonably. "And no, no, no, you won't owe me anything." Nothing he wouldn't take anyway, and nothing that she--as a human--didn't owe him already. Her suspicion made him think that she was an otherwise very cautious girl. Pair that with the fact that she'd specifically said no one with fangs need apply to give her a ride, and Ian was thinking that he'd snagged himself a genuine non-fangbanger. While the worshipful had their place in his heart, there was nothing Ian quite liked more than messing with someone who truly didn't want his attentions. It made a challenge for him and it always peppered the air with adrenalin and fear.

He looked down at her, nearly looming as he ushered her toward the passenger side door of his black Saab. It was a sporty car, but understated, nothing flashy. He opened the door for her--how nice--and helped her inside. Once her door was shut tight, he felt an inkling of triumph wash over him as he went to get into the driver's seat. Once inside, their size-difference became even more pronounced since he filled up the driver's space while she hardly seemed to exist at all on the passenger side. "I would have brought a booster seat had I known you were so tiny," he chided innocently, keeping up the appearance of safety and kindness for the moment.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-08 02:35 am UTC (link)

Well, that was sound logic if she ever heard it. Sort of. If she were alone, she might have stayed and allowed herself to regain a little more of her senses before she gallivanted on home. It was the middle of the day, and from what she'd heard, most of the leeches preferred to stay inside this time of day. Not all of them, apparently -- because though sunlight didn't kill them, now? These vampires weren't following any of the rules, especially not the ones set in Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

And she had to be messed up, she noted idly, if she thought Buffy the Vampire Slayer should ever be compared to her real and actual day-to-day life.

Delia knew little to nothing about cars, but she noted this one was newer and black before he opened the door for her. It probably didn't matter what this car looked like anyway, because she had a feeling she would not be in it again. Not that she was the sort to completely swear off people who helped her, but she'd probably be too embarrassed by how out of it she'd been. She did understand shame, even if she pretended not to.

When he commented on her height, she had enough mental clarity to shoot him a dark look. She was not insecure about her height, but demeaning her about it was never terribly appreciated. If only she were normal height and could turn it back on him for being the abnormal one, but she'd always been the shortest person in class and standing next to a guy who was probably near six foot -- well, yes, she looked pretty miniscule.

"I'm not that small," She pointed out, despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary. "And besides, I seem to fit in your own car better than you do." Why would he buy a car when it seemed as if space was so cramped? She easily took up half the space he did, if not less. Usually she would have come up with some sort of biting response but really, that she was able to carry a conversation at all was a small miracle.

A part of her found that she didn't want to tell him exactly where she lived. Even if it would mean walking two blocks, she informed him, "I live at Lincoln Apartments. You know where that is, correct?"

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ianharland
2010-05-08 09:01 pm UTC (link)

The dark look was welcomed with a delighted grin as he started the engine. Her indignation at his mention of her small stature was incredibly rewarding to him. "I fit all right," he defended mildly, chuckling and keeping up the jovial mood.

He nodded the affirmative at her directions. It was hard not to know every nook and cranny of a relatively small town where he'd spent so many years. Sure, he left frequently enough so it didn't get boring, but he always found his way back to Shadow Falls. It was the most convenient safe haven. No one ever asked questions about why he didn't age or his other strange little vampire quirks. He pulled out of the parking lot and headed in the correct direction for the quickest way to Lincoln Apartments.

"So, I'm Ian and you're Delia. What is it that you do for a living?" No, she didn't seem in a right mind to be having a conversation, but he so loved listening to her struggle with finding coherency. He really couldn't care less what this human did for a living. In fact, he was pretty sure it was beyond boring, but he wasn't going to give away his intentions before they were pulled over. God forbid she freak out and make him wreck his car.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-09 03:50 pm UTC (link)

Delia had never liked to be mocked due to her height. It was one of many things she could not control about herself. It would be like mocking her for being blonde, or having blue eyes. There was realistically nothing she could do about them -- unless she wanted to dye her hair or wear colored contacts. If she could have wished herself taller, she might have. Just by a couple inches, because being too tall made gymnastics difficult.

But at the moment, holding on to any offense required clarity of thought, and her body was far more focused on exhaustion at the moment. She had hoped he would just leave her be so she might focus on keeping her eyes open. Staying lucid was proving difficult.

When he repeated their names, she might have rolled her eyes if she had the energy. Yes, that was her name, and as far as she knew, that was his. It was retreading old territory, wasn't it? As for telling him what she did, she was disinclined to tell him. As paranoid as it was, she didn't really like to tell anyone about what she did, or even give out her last name. Usually, in any other town, she wouldn't care so much. But here?

She didn't want anyone to be able to find her.

"Secretary," She said after a long pause, though he would probably chalk that up to exhaustion. "I'm a secretary. It's boring work, but it pays the bills. What do you do?"

If he was going to be nosy, she could be, too.

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ianharland
2010-05-09 05:30 pm UTC (link)

Reading people was a large part of how Ian made his living. But interpreting Delia's actions was proving difficult because they were so muddled by the fact that she was woozy. Taking more blood from her was going to be a dangerous line to tread and Ian resolved himself to only take a taste. He was old enough to control himself very well. Really, it was going to be the biting that was the fun part, the overpowering.

"I play poker professionally, and I teach seminars about it." The seminars were both a blessing and a curse. Every now and again, he ran across really talented people coming to learn more about their craft. Usually, he had to suffer through rich douchebags who thought they could teach him something. "It's anything but boring. However, sometimes it doesn't pay the bills--it just makes more of them." But he was obviously doing all right for himself and that was purely because of the length of time he'd been doing it.

When they arrived at Lincoln apartments, Ian parked a little ways off on the street and killed the engine. He sat there for the briefest of moments before angling his body more in her direction and leaning over the space between the bucket seats. It didn't take much speed to grab both of her wrists before she probably even could register what was happening with her slowed mind. "Don't consider this payment. I would have done this whether I'd given you a ride or not. It was just the place." He offered her a grin, his face far too close to hers.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-10 12:29 am UTC (link)

"Poker," She repeated numbly, pressing her forehead against the glass, steeling herself to be ready to get out of the car. Only a couple blocks and she'd be home -- though she should probably walk into this place so she didn't blatantly show she'd lied to him about where she lived. She wasn't particularly interested in poker, honestly. She was decent at it, because she was good at keeping stone-faced, but that didn't mean she enjoyed it. She'd earned herself 500$ playing it on her birthday in Vegas but in the same trip, one of her less intelligent friends had lost twice that. It was a dangerous game and easy to become addicted to.

Her fingers had already closed on the door handle when the car slid to a stop, but it didn't do her much good. Before she could open it, he grabbed her hands away from her.

For a moment, she was absolutely baffled (her brain took a minute to catch up) but after it, she kneed him soundly, trying her best to wrench her hands away.

"Get off of me," She seethed, knowing full well when her adrenaline ran out, she wouldn't have the energy to fight. God, he weighed a ton.

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ianharland
2010-05-10 02:38 am UTC (link)

He let out an 'ouf' when her knee sunk into his body, but it didn't hinder him very much. The energy she was putting off, the sudden fight that was injected into her limbs, was exhilarating to Ian. He let out a grunt, a growl as he squeezed her wrists more tightly in his hands. The grip was so hard now that her bones threatened to grind against each other. Leaning in even closer, he took a deep breath, able to smell the fear and anger that had started to seep from her skin.

"The more you struggle, the more you're going to get hurt. But please go right ahead. It gets me off." His voice was low and gruff as he finally pressed his mouth to her jawline. He fully planned on getting head-butted, or something else unpleasant, but he managed to brush his lips against her skin first.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-10 05:49 am UTC (link)

It was like flipping over an egg timer. What energy adrenaline had sent through her veins was not going to last forever. Like the sands slowly dripping down, eventually she would run out of time, and the energy to fight. It was a vain hope that she could shove him off and escape out the door behind her. If only she had one arm free--

Struggling felt as useless as it probably was, but if she were to just give in, she probably wouldn't be able to live with herself come morning.

When he noted that her struggling only made him enjoy herself more, she growled in displeasure. That just figured, of course this sort of thing got them off. The growl melted into a slight whimper despite herself, as his grip was incredibly tight. When his lips touched her skin, she practically bounced her head off the window trying to back up. She had very little with which to harm him, and the only thing she did have was her head and her feet.

Head butting him would probably only end up with her passing out, but her foot, despite lacking a proper heel, could still do some damage to a certain part of any man.

Moving surprisingly quickly, considering the energy that seemed to be leaking out of her like a faucet stuck on full blast, her foot managed to thrust between them and land squarely on her target.

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ianharland
2010-05-10 06:22 am UTC (link)

These types of encounters always ran the risk of considerable discomfort for him. One time, a human had managed to pull a knife on him. While vampires certainly healed quickly, it still wasn't very pleasant to have a knife slashed through your skin. Or more to the current point, a foot shoved into your crotch.

The pain made him angry, the flare of temper causing him to release one of her wrists and slap her hard across the cheek. That would definitely leave a mark. But the reaction to the pain was ultimately foolish, because it gave her a free hand with which to fight back and only opened up some options to her. Not to mention, Ian was slightly distracted by the fact that his hips were trying to crawl backwards all by themselves and dragging the rest of his body with them. But he wasn't about to let go of her other wrist.

"You little bitch," he snarled, but it was easy to tell that he was still pretty into this. The spunk was what he'd wanted, though he could have done without the kick to the junk.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-10 07:59 am UTC (link)

He certainly hadn't appreciated that, she noted with distinct pleasure, before he stuck out, catching her cheek. She gave a gasp of pain, and though her immediate reaction would have been to gingerly touch the spot, instead, her hand grappled for the door, trying to find the handle that would spell her release.

Or at least a place to escape to.

Unfortunately, even as she kicked at him with both legs, not keeping mind what part of him the blows were landing, it was obvious to both of them she was running out of energy. She hadn't had very much to begin with, and it was fading and fading fast.

And likely, the random, feverish kicks at him were only making it deplete faster but in her panic, she couldn't think sensibly. Her thoughts were whirling too quickly for her to actually note if she'd actually grabbed the door handle, and though she should have known not to turn away, she glanced slightly to the side in attempts to see the handle. There it was, so close...

But at the same time, so far.

The disturbing smirk on his face, told her that even with that kick, he wasn't going to be letting her go. As her fingers moved toward the handle and her kicks grew intensely less helpful and deterring, she wondered what exactly opening the door would do, except her falling out on her ass if he let her go. What made her think she could outrun him?

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ianharland
2010-05-10 09:10 pm UTC (link)

Ian didn't want the door to be open, but only because these things were so much easier in private. Not to mention it was much darker in the car than it was outside. His strength was greatly diminished as it was. Still, he was a large man and she was small, so he was winning the battle.

As she stretched her head to look longingly at the false hope for escape, Ian seized the opportunity and sunk the sharpness of his fangs into the pretty expanse of flesh. He made no attempts to cover the pain of penetration and even let his teeth drag down to cause more anguish. He was careful to heal the tears quickly though, because he wasn't about to kill the woman. That would be far more trouble than it was worth.

The moment her blood started to dribble hot into his mouth, he had a more difficult time concentrating on making sure he didn't take too much.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-11 03:40 pm UTC (link)

Of course, with her head muddled, she'd made a mistake.

She gave a cry of pain, body tensing and making it worse. For a long, terrifying moment, she couldn't do anything. Did he not realize she'd already lost a pint of blood, when she was underweight as it is? Was he trying to kill her?

Her thoughts raced, realizing even if he did, nobody would care. Perhaps there'd be a slap on the wrist, or a stern clucking of the tongue, and he'd sheepishly shrug and say it was an accident. And then they would report her death to her entire family and bring them all here for the funeral and they'd all be trapped, too. For a long, miserable moment, the pain was overshadowed by the desperate, pointless, and overwhelming hopelessness of her situation. There was no way she could win.

But that didn't mean she had to allow him to enjoy himself.

She was losing out energy like the gaping hole in the Titanic took on water, but with the few seconds that remained, she clawed at him, kicked, scrambled, anything she could do to try and get away. The blows slowly began to fade, much like her consciousness, as too much blood escaped her system for her even to move.

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ianharland
2010-05-12 03:36 am UTC (link)

As her struggling eased, Ian remembered vividly exactly what it was like to kill someone. He didn't get off on that part as much as other vampires might. There was only a momentary rush of ultimate power over life and death--and then your plaything was dead and gone. The spark of fun wasn't worth the sense of ultimate end that came along with taking a life.

His hand, now free to roam her body, copped a feel, thumb brushing along the underside of the curve of her breast. Instead of pulling blood from her, he was letting the flow stop and clot. He laid the flat of his tongue against the remainder of the wound and sealed it up, making sure that no more blood escaped and that the marks would be minimal in a couple hours. But he kept his lips to her neck, lingering against the tender place. Now that she was too weak to move, he could fully appreciate her size and shape. She felt frail in his arms as her blood rushed through him. It wasn't much, but enough to give him a nutritious little thrill.

"Don't die, little secretary," he chuckled, nearly sure that she wouldn't. But there was always the possibility and maybe that's what made it so darn interesting. Pulling away from her, he examined her face, the heavily lidded eyes, the limpness of her limbs.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-12 04:54 am UTC (link)

At this point, she was more unconscious than not, and lucid thoughts were practically a mystery to her. At his unwanted touches, all she could manage was a whimper. Words that she wanted to form may have escaped, but they didn't make sense to her own ears, and likely came out more as a slight murmur of nonsense instead of anything comprehensible.

If she was capable of thinking, she might have wondered what was supposed to happen now. He'd said something, that dark gravelly voice not making any sense. She wasn't sure what he had said but it was probably nothing she wanted to hear. Maybe something about watching her die. Sick bastard.

But she was not able to add her colorful commentary. It was fairly amazing she'd been able to stay awake as long as she had. What energy she'd put into holding her head up faded and she went out like a light. But, still breathing. Not dead, for now.

Perhaps it was only a matter of time in this town.

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ianharland
2010-05-12 06:58 am UTC (link)

Taking a bit of a rest himself, he leaned back in the driver's seat and ran his tongue over his lips to get the last bit of flavor off of them. She was especially coppery, and he liked that so very much. "You were definitely worth the gas money," he chided, realizing that his quips were much more for his own benefit than for her's.

He reached out to tug on her hair a bit. "You'll be fun when I catch you on a day where you're more with it," he commented idly. He didn't mind talking to himself, and maybe some of this would get through. Maybe she'd wake up in the middle of the night and his words would sift through to the surface of her mind. He amused himself with that thought for a little while before he slipped out of the car to take a look around the neighborhood. He wasn't aware that she didn't actually live in these apartments.

The coast was mostly clear. He heard the distant drone of a lawn mower, but the individual wasn't anywhere to be seen. Moving to the passenger side door, he opened it and watched one of her hands tumble down to the side as it lost its support. Reaching into the car, he hoisted her up, managing her weight easily. When he set her on her feet, he was not under the false hope that she would magically stand on her own and trot off inside like a good little lamb. But he did manage to keep her upright as he walked them both toward the apartment building. He didn't know which was her place, so he left her by the first apartment he found with a nice little stoop.

"I'll be seeing you around, I'm sure. Nice meeting you." He whispered in her ear, mock pleasantries before he kissed her on the slack mouth and stood up to head back to his car.

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deemarquardt
2010-05-13 04:37 am UTC (link)

If she was upright for very long, it didn't last, and quite quickly she ended up a human puddle on the poor individual's stoop. It would almost have been better for her to have been dumped at her own home, but there, nobody would be able to help her. Delia didn't actually live in an apartment building, she had stupidly bought a house in this insane town.

However, she was not alone for very long, as someone found her, saw the marks on her neck, and connected the dots. It took some doing, but eventually, she was revived, and the person who had found her had been nice enough to drive her home.

But it went without saying that Delia had no intentions of seeing that bastard Ian again, not unless she had something sharp in her hand and he was too distracted to notice her until it was too late.

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