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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-20 08:31:00

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arrival, complete, day 4, faith lehane, lestat de lioncourt

Who: Faith and Lestat
What: The arrival of Faith Lehane to Mirage
Where: Halfway between the stables and the mountains nearby.
When: Day 4, just after dusk
Rating: Oh, damn it. NC-17, let's just change it to that and leave it there.
Status: Complete

Darkness was falling on the deceptively quiet town of Sunnydale, but the brunette had no intention of slowing down anytime soon. She was here to teach her fellow Slayer, Buffy, an important lesson about what it really was to be what essentially was a professional killer. In Faith's opinion, if you were going to have a job like that? You needed a definate sense of humor, and the blonde was very much lacking that particular trait, at times. It really was time for Buffy to 'find the fun'.

Faith had been delighted when the pretty Slayer had accepted her challenge. They always did things Buffy's way, which while it worked, was boring as hell. It was time for them to do things Faith's way, the fun way. And, as could have been predicted, it was quite the day. She was growing to like her fellow Slayer much more than she would have thought possible. She was growing less uptight by the minute, and it was wonderful to see.

The first real test of this was when Faith broke into a weapons shop and started taking their stock. After all, it was nearing dark, and all sorts of things come out to play in the night in Sunnydale. They needed to be armed. The fact that it was fun to break into the store was completely extra, although a nice little perk. Buffy, surprisingly, went along with it, and soon both girls were armed to the teeth.

Then, it was back to the streets. Faith was looking for trouble, there could be no doubt about that. Of course, that was sort of her natural state, so it wasn't really unusual. Hell, trouble was going to find her, anyways! She might as well beat it to the punch. They wandered for a long time, Faith leading, Buffy slightly behind her. A nearly-dark ally ahead beckoned, and the brunette laughed and turned down it.

"There's gotta be something down here!"

A flash of movement, and someone lunging towards her, had her raise her stake high. She didn't have time to see much, and was quickly lost in the red waves of her battle lust. As Buffy screamed at her to stop, Faith didn't even think twice. Her arm descended, and the wooden stake plunged right into the heart of her opponant. He fell against the nearby dumpster, looking at her in the fading light of the day. The last rays of sunshine touched his face.

She only had a moment in which to think, and her mind was whirling. Two facts stood out in her mind. One, was that it was much too early for vampires to be out and about. The second, of course, was that the person she had stabbed stubbornly showed no signs of turning into a puff of dust. He wasn't a....

Before her over-excited mind could finish that thought, as she was still staring blankly at the corpse, everything changed. Suddenly, right under her feet, a strange black hole literally opened up beneath her feet. Even in her shocked state, she could appreciate the humor in that. How many times had people wished for just that to happen? Then, right before the horrified eyes of her fellow Slayer, she was sucked in.

A brief moment in which she felt like she had been turned inside out, and then the whole process reversed, and then she fell to the ground from about ten feet in the air. Her enhanced reflexes kicked in, and she landed on her feet. Her hand still clutched the stake, which was covered in blood. Vampires didn't bleed, not when you stabbed them like that. They turned to dust.

She shook her head, knowing that she couldn't deal with this right now. Something had happened, something much more important to her immediately than the fact that she was, now, officially, a murderer. There was literally blood on her hands. But, more importantly than that, her senses were telling her that someone was nearby, someone she should be cautious of. So, she waited. Whoever it was, they would have to reveal themselves sooner or later. And Faith, well, she suddenly had some aggression to take out. If the person wanted to fight, she was ready. Sure, she was slightly in shock, but she wouldn't let that get in the way. Dark, slightly crazed eyes scanned the place, noticing buildings nearby, and not so far off, there were some low, rolling mountains.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

She was now, in more ways than one, truly the Slayer.

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lestat_00
2008-07-01 11:35 pm UTC (link)

She would have been good with here?, Lestat mused, She doesn't want to awaken the beast. She'll be fucked in more ways than one. He gave her a knowing smile and replied to her question, "Have you ever seen those little monkeys in the zoo...the gibbons? The ones that throw their feces at people? I am as far above the vampires that you have killed as you are above those monkeys"

Stopping at room D110, Lestat caressed Faith's cheek, "Welcome to your new home, Faith", he pushed her hair behind her ear, "be prepared...it forms itself to your will. It can look like your room at home or the bedroom of an Arabian Princess...whatever you desire".

He smiled. "Desire", he repeated the word in a whisper as he grabbed her hips and turned her around, pressing her back against the door; his preternatural eyes had gone amber as they looked her over hungrily."Desire", it was more of a growl now. He grasped the waist of Faith's pants and lifted her against the door...his other hand reached for her top and easily tore it from her body. He stared at her bare torso brazenly,"You have the tits of a goddess, Mon chere", he purred, before taking one in hand and working the nipple into and excited state. The other breast was not neglected as the vampire's lips worked their way up to the nipple and his tongue circled and flicked, allowing for an occassional nip from his front teeth. The hand that held the lovely slayer aloft by her pants, twisted and pulled at her pants, causing a rhythmic pressure against her most intimate of places.

Lestat's eye's looked up at her and he purred, "I hear the blood pumping through your veins, Slayer. I smell your heat", he gently let her slide down the door until she was standing again, "Best get this door open, before I go through it".

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dark_slayer
2008-07-01 11:55 pm UTC (link)

She nodded absently. It didn't surprise her that there were different sorts of vampires, just as there were different sorts of people. Superior vamps, superior people. Made sense to her. Maybe she didn't have to kill him. Of course, this decision was helped by the fact that she couldn't if she wanted to. Not only that, but he was, quite frankly, driving her absolutely insane with desire.

"Sweet, really? So big pillows and stuff like that everywhere? Or, like, a really fancy hotel?"

She was fumbling her key into the lock when she was suddenly pushed hard against the door. Forcefulness during sex never bothered her, and she didn't even mind being picked up. The warm air felt good on her flushed, heated skin, and she let out a soft moan as her own pants pressed into her, making her already over-excited body be dragged closer to the brink of madness. Not that that was ever far off with her.

Then, suddenly, she was free, and just as eager to be in the room as he was to get her there. She fumbled with the key and got it into the lock. As soon as the door swung open, she was slipping inside, and then turning to face him with a slight smirk on her face.

"So, tell me, Lestat... do you really need me to invite you in? Or can you just come in any time?"

He seemed to break all the rules for vampires that she'd ever learned, so she wasn't sure about that particular one. She was, however, sure of one thing. She was going to invite him in if it was needed.

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