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Ginger: the "It's okay to be gay" Campaign Leader (onefiercebitch) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-06-13 17:31:00

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ginger, peter vincent

Who: Ginger, Peter Vincent
What: Paying a little visit
Where: An alley somewhere in town
When: mid afternoon, Thursday June 13, 2013
Warnings: Peter’s foul mouth, violence, blood, crude sexual references
Status: Closed, Complete

Things had been so insane lately. Between being duped and lulled into a false sense of security by Jerry and all the things that happened since then.... Everything had just sort of snowballed and one thing led to another and now Peter and Regina were one of them and she may not have known the woman very well, but as far as Ginger was concerned, no one deserved that fate. People were so worried about everything, rightfully so, except it seemed like they were a bit too eager to end all of them in one go. And that wasn't so okay with her. If anyone touched Peter or killed Jerry by any means other than the St. Michael stake...

She shook her head as she made her way down the street, headed towards the club she'd inherited in Piffy's absence. She had to do a few interviews, needed a new manager because she needed more than one reliable person that she could pretty well count on. One of the girls she'd hired just...didn't seem to be taking the job seriously enough.

Ginger wasn't stupid. She kept herself in her apartment as often as possible, kept her "going out" times to daylight hours, and if she needed to be out during the night, she made sure she could have someone with her. That was why she'd scheduled her interviews for this afternoon, at least she was safe then. No chance of running into this band of vampires in daylight.

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killsomething
2013-06-14 12:37 am UTC (link)

They’d taken to traveling by the sewers, even at night. Peter knew the people here. They’d be looking to take Jerry out. Even before Mick’s confirmation, he’d known that there were some people who would as soon kill him and Regina and the others as well, never mind that they could be turned human again. Just as well really; Peter had no intention of allowing that to happen. Humanity was one thing that could never be an option. He plans of his own, ones that involved getting out from under Jerry’s thumb entirely.

Even now he could still feel his sire’s influence coiling around his will like a noose, limiting him. He hated feeling caged. He fought it with everything he had...which is what had led to him wandering around the city during daylight hours rather than sleeping. As long as he stuck to the sewers and shadows, he was mostly fine, though it was still a fight to ignore the heat beating in around him and the brightness making him squint. He longed to go back underground where it was cool and sheltered, to burrow into the earth and sleep... but that struggle to ignore such urges was a warm up compared to fighting Jerry’s control. And once he’d caught her scent...

He watched her for a while, moving from shadow to shadow as she made her way down the sidewalk. She looked tired and concerned, though that was unsurprising. He was almost surprised to see her outside the complex at all, but he supposed with the full sun overhead, she probably felt safe. Bit of a foolish concept really. But she’d learn.

He got ahead of her some, finding an alley that was sheltered from any direct sun and lurking in the shadows. It didn’t take long before she was passing by just outside his hiding space, still so oblivious. Too fast for a human to really react in time, he reached out to grab her by the arm. Gritting his teeth against the sunlight just brushing his fingers when he caught hold of her, he pulled her around into the alley. Peter shoved her up against the wall he’d just been hiding behind, strong hands gripping her upper arms tight so she couldn’t move. Grinning brightly, he leaned in close, towering over her small frame. He could still remember a time when holding her close like this had been a common thing... though he wasn’t nearly so gentle now. “Miss me?” he asked, eyebrow cocking and eyes dancing with cruel humour. Too easy.

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onefiercebitch
2013-06-14 12:38 am UTC (link)

She was in the sun, she was safe. It was a mantra she kept repeating to herself over and over in her head whenever the paranoia residing in the back of her mind tried to rear it's ugly head and making her look over her shoulder, turn to some kind of movement in the peripheral of her vision. None of it had meant anything. There was no one behind her. And in the edge of her vision, she'd caught a kid riding his bike on the opposite side of the street. That was all. She was just being ridiculous and paranoid and everything was fine.

Of all of them from her world, Ginger probably knew the least about these vampires. She hadn't paid much attention to Peter's rambling tangents when he'd get too drunk and go off about them. And she hadn't exactly been alive long enough for that hunt-and-kill mission to get Jerry last time. She had no clue they could walk in the daylight hours, hidden in the shadows. In her head, it was all strictly a nighttime process for them. And that kept her moving, kept her from rescheduling her appointments for today. She never had a chance to suspect anything until it was too late.

She was grabbed and jerked roughly into the alley, shoved hard against the brick of the building there. A scream should have come, but all that escaped her was a gasp before her eyes went wide with realization of who--no, what--had grabbed her. "Only the old you." She said, but her voice faltered in the midst of the false bravado she was trying to put up. Of course, he'd notice. Despite knowing her as intimately as he did, he'd be able to hear her heart pounding in her chest, could probably smell the fear on her. And in a short-lived, momentary distraction, she remembered when Maleficent was here, the curse she'd put on her. That incident with Peter. She could remember what the emotions tasted like. It made her stomach turn just thinking about it.

"All I have to do is scream just about anybody's name...and they'll be here, and they'll tear you apart, Peter. All the werewolves, Superman, everyone else with heightened senses... They'd hear me and you know it." A slight shake of her head came with a scoff. "And your twisted ass knows I don't want you dead, so I won't." She looked the demonized version of the man she had been through so much with right in the eyes as she spoke. "So, what do you want? Get it over with."

Everything about that moment made her tense. She hated seeing him like this. She hated being pinned against the building in the alley he'd dragged her into. She was scared, for herself, for him. Staring at the vampire in front of her was only made harder by the fact that he wore her best friend's face. She knew, whether he'd admit it or accept it, the real Peter was in there somewhere, beneath the surface and aware of every last thing happening. Ginger wondered, when all if this was over, if he would ever be able to come back from it. She kept the thought to herself, but it made tears spring to her eyes as she stared into the empty black of his eyes, waiting for whatever came next.

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killsomething
2013-06-14 12:40 am UTC (link)

The little cracks in her armour only made his smirk broaden - the hitch in her voice, hammering heart rate, and best of all, the wariness and pain in her eyes. He just watched as she rambled nervously, trying to sound braver than she was. It was adorable really, how hard she tried. “You’re right, I do know,” he said smirking. “You wouldn’t dare risk someone killing me. Not with that little tiny chance of saving me.” The last words came out in a sneer, his lip curling back and showing off just the edge of fangs.

He could see the tears just starting, making her eyes shine a little brighter. Peter let go of one arm, pressing a clawed fingertip against her lips and letting the more inhuman features slide back until he appeared all human, as though he’d never changed at all. “Maybe I just wanted to pay you a little visit, Ginger,” he purred, sliding the hand back around to cradle her neck. “Been a little while since I’ve seen you, and I do so miss you.” He leaned in close, eyes half closed and his face right at her neck, his lips just teasing at the skin of her throat. He could smell her blood, just under the surface there.

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onefiercebitch
2013-06-14 12:42 am UTC (link)

"We will, you know. We'll save you." She said, there was a confidence in her voice with that gave that statement much more conviction than anything else she'd said so far. That was one thing she was sure of. Or that was what she kept telling herself. She wrinkled her nose at the sneer, the sight of those fangs enough to strike fear in her. She'd died this way. She wondered if that was his plan. Would he tease her? Screw with her head? Keep her locked up in whatever lair they had set up and torture her for days before he got bored and killed her? There were so many ways this could go and every single scenario was running through her mind.

She pressed her lips together when his clawed finger came up to press against them, a futile attempt to get away. When his features shifted, it made her stomach turn. It was fake, just a mask to help them blend. Looking human, luring people into this sense of safety that they didn't have. A soft whimper escaped her as his hand curved around her neck. The panic she'd felt earlier was nothing to what she was feeling now. She didn't remember this from before. She didn't have this before. Back home in Vegas, it was quick. It was over before she even had a chance to see it coming. But not now, not here, not with Peter. No, this was premeditated, it was planned, and he had all the intent to make it long and draw it out. "You don't miss anything. You don't have the capacity to."

Ginger could feel his lips at her throat. Her breath caught in her throat and she squirmed in his grip, trying to get out of it, but it was useless. Peter was stronger than her and could hold her in place as a human so now that he was a vampire, he didn't even have to try to keep her where he wanted her. She had no idea what he was going to do, but she was terrified and they both knew it. "Just get it over with." she begged.

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killsomething
2013-06-14 12:43 am UTC (link)

“I do so have that,” he murmured against her skin. “I still feel things, Ginger. They just don’t hurt now. Those feelings don’t have any power anymore. And you want me to go back to that. Go back to drowning.” He scoffed. “Pass.”

Peter could feel her trembling and trying to get free and had to hold in a chuckle. He wanted to hear her, all the sounds she was holding back, the tears... he wanted to bring this normally proud and free-spirited creature low. She was a fool, clinging so hard to her little hopeful dream when he could take it from her so easily. She’d said she would rather be weak and still feel. Well, if that’s what she wanted...

He pressed in closer, dragging his tongue up her neck to her ear and just grazing it with dull, human teeth. “Get what over with?” he asked, barely breathing the question into her ear. He drew back again, cupping her cheek with a hand. "I’ve not decided what to do with you yet.” He tilted his head, mock-pouting as he studied her face. “What’s the rush anyways? As I recall you were always the one insisting I finish things too early.” He smirked, pressing her closer against the wall.

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onefiercebitch
2013-06-14 12:53 am UTC (link)

"You don't feel it right, though, it's twisted. Wrong." She shook her head, "Drowning, no... I don't want you drowning in it, but if you don't feel it, you can't deal with it and if you don't deal with it, you can't get over it. That's your problem, really, you don't deal, you run. Just like now. You're running, Peter."

The silence, the hesitation, the waiting. It was agony for her. The fear of the unknown, the undetermined. It was terrifying. All those possibilities of what he may do with her ran through her mind as leaned in closer and ran his tongue across her neck. She let out a soft, clearly frightened sort of whimper. A few months ago, she'd have given anything to be in a position similar to this with him, but not now, not like this. Her eyes, wide with fear, locked on his as he pulled back and told her he hadn't figured out what he was going to do yet. That didn't make her feel any better, made her even more uneasy than she already was, honestly. "Opinions change when you become a bloodsucking leech."

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killsomething
2013-06-14 12:54 am UTC (link)

He scoffed again. “Running? No. I’ve escaped all that. It’s not a concern for me anymore, so I don’t have to deal with it or get over it.”

He loved listening to those little sounds. “You’re right you know. They do change. But they change all the time, vampire or no. Tell me, how are you feeling right now, love? Afraid? Sad? Hurting? Feelings are supposed to be better than nothing, right? Does this make you feel good?” He was so close he could feel her frightened breaths on his face. “Does it make you feel human?” His hand stroked down her face again in a cruel parody of affection. “Go on, then. Tell me how much better this is. Tell me how you’re going to save me.”

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onefiercebitch
2013-06-14 12:55 am UTC (link)

"But you are," she said, eyes flashing with some sort of conviction. "That's exactly what you're doing, Peter, you are running. So hell-bent on not being human again, so you don't have to feel, don't have to deal with it, so you don't feel the pain and the guilt of everything. Why else would you so desperately be seeking not to be saved?"

"Yes, well, they change at a quicker pace when you become an empty shell." She sneered. Bad move on her part, maybe, but this demonized thing in front of her was not her friend and it's mere existence angered her because she knew. She knew he'd never have wanted this. And she knew, if they couldn't find Jerry... and if it came down to it and it all started to take too long, maybe Wes would have to go through with that promise he'd made to Peter. Through gritted teeth, she answered his condescending question, "Scared. Terrified, really. Curious what you'll do to me. Anxious to get it over with. But human. Yeah, I feel human and that's better than what you can feel right now."

She moved her face away from his hand, recoiling like it was fire. "Where is Jerry, Peter? Come on...you want him dead just as much as the rest of us. Who knows, maybe one of the supers would get there before anyone else, take him out before the stake got to him." Oh, it was a risk to even toy with him like that, but maybe, just maybe, he would say something he didn't realize was too much and maybe she would live to take it back to the others. And that? That was a chance had to take.

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killsomething
2013-06-14 01:00 am UTC (link)

A cruel little smile curled his lips up. “Now you’re getting it. Sort of, at any rate. You see, but you can’t comprehend. You wouldn’t be saving me. You’d be condemning me. The only reason you want me human again is to ease your own conscience. Because you think life in pain is better than death without it.” She was getting some of her courage back, he mused. More of that false bravado so many of the people around Lawrence wore as a shield against all the things they didn’t like to think about. The little sneer, the gritted teeth, the defiant reply... and then she was jerking away from him and trying to sweet talk him into giving her information. Cute. He laughed.

“Come on, Ginger, you can’t think I’d fall for that. I tell you that and it’s all over for all of us. And I hardly need assistance taking Jerry out.” He patted her on the cheek. “Nice try, though. Maybe I should reward your efforts?” He raised an eyebrow. The smile he wore was cheeky, playful, a lover’s smile that she would be intimately familiar with. But his eyes were just as cold as ever, the fondness there as much an act as the gentleness in his hands now. "Do you remember how terrible we were together?" he murmured, leaning in close, as though to kiss her.

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onefiercebitch
2013-06-14 01:01 am UTC (link)

"That isn't the answer, Peter." was all she could say at that point. She couldn't stand seeing him like this, he was right about that, it would make her feel better, but it was what he would want, the real him that was buried beneath the twisted picture that stood before her.

"Can't blame me for trying." She said, a hint of a bitter sort of smirk playing on her lips, but it disappeared seconds later with what he offered. "I don't need any rewards from you." She practically spit the words out at him, wanting more than anything to get away from him right then. But she had no chance against him, she couldn't even squirm her way out of his grasp. She was stuck. "Is that supposed to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside?"

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killsomething
2013-06-17 07:08 am UTC (link)

Oh, but that certainly got a reaction. He laughed again at her obvious fear and discomfort. "Oh, we were never good with warm and fuzzy, you and me. That's part of what I loved best about you. We didn't have to waste time on all that romance bullshit, no pretending we were in love. Or at least I didn't. But you..." he cocked a brow at her. "You fancied it was something special didn't you?"

Suddenly very angry without quite understanding why, Peter pushed her harder up against the wall then, barely holding in the inhuman growl. "You thought you could own me. Everyone else could look and touch and fuck around, but you were the special one, is that it? You thought I could be yours, and when you realized I never was, you were so fucking bitter." He couldn't stop the flood of words, didn't even want to. He knew they'd hurt her, and he wanted them to. He didn't even pause long enough for her to respond. "It was my fault you died, but you wouldn't hold that against me. Just that I found someone new to fuck around with after you'd gone, as though I hadn't had other lovers, as though I hadn't the right to fuck whoever the fuck I fucking wanted to. You were so fucking jealous of him. Because I fucking chose him."

Abruptly, he stopped his tirade. Blinking, he realized his fist was buried in the brick next to her head where he’d punched the wall in his fury. He sneered, reigning the rage back, feeling fangs withdraw once more. Tugging his fist back, he could feel the broken brick scraping his skin, and put his bloodied hand up to his face to lick the blood away, his eyes never leaving Ginger’s face.

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onefiercebitch
2013-06-18 01:37 am UTC (link)

Ginger felt her heart racing, her eyes welling with tears as he started talking about them, about what they had. She missed it. Not like this, though. Never this. The way he talked, it made her cringe. The way he talked about her thinking it special, it made her stomach lurch. And for the first time since he'd dragged her into this alley, Ginger didn't have any words. No, instead she was being forced to allow memories she'd opted to ignore to be brought to the surface and mocked because she'd actually felt something for him. The real Peter. The human Peter.

A whimper escaped her when he punched the wall, just to the side of here her head was resting against the brick behind her. "I never tried to own, Peter. I can't help I felt something. It happens. I was barely legal to drink when you took to me." Not that her age was really an excuse. Surely it played a part, but it wasn't the only reason she fell for him. She couldn't entirely explain it exactly. "Of course I was jealous, I woke up in a new world to find my boyfriend had a boyfriend. It'd been months for you, but only minutes for me. It was too much at once."

She kept her eyes trained on him. She couldn't risk giving him any kind of advantage, no matter how small. Looking away? That was not an option.

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killsomething
2013-06-18 03:22 am UTC (link)

The scrapes on his hand had already healed, but the wet blood lingered on the surface of his skin. He reached back up to stroke her cheek again, streaking red across her face, but not coming close enough to reach her lips. “You were jealous because you overestimated your place,” he corrected, voice calm and cold once more. “Your pathetic little feelings never warranted any kind of possession over any part of me.” His hand trailed back down over her throat to grip her shoulder, and he stood back from her a bit, still holding her in place against the wall. Couldn’t have her running away just yet. He wanted to make sure she understood her place. He’d agonized plenty over her, over his guilt and shame. She could handle taking on her own share of what had gone wrong with them.

...Or, maybe she couldn’t handle it. But that was her problem, and Peter’s pleasure to provide, really.

“Oh, oh, wait, I’ve got it,” he said, striking on an idea. “I know what I can do with you. How about first, I’ll take my time reminding you of how much you were worth to me. We can spread it out as long as it takes to sink in.” A slow deranged grin spread across his face as he watched her, eyes slipping back into black, blunt teeth and nails sharpening into monster's teeth and claws. “Once you’ve finally got that, I’ll tear your throat out. And then, I’ll fuck your corpse back into the dirt where it belongs. How's that sound?”

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onefiercebitch
2013-06-18 06:17 pm UTC (link)

She wrinkled her face at the blood he streaked across her face. It was disgusting. But she was glad, so glad, he hadn't put it on her lips. She'd almost expected him to, the way he trailed across her cheek. The whole thing made her stomach turn again. She hated this. Every single thing about it. It was terrible. "I wasn't trying to own you, Peter, I never thought I did." She hated how whiny her voice sounded, so desaparate for him to believe her.

Ginger's eyes went wide, like a deer caught in headlights, when he declared he had 'it'. Whatever 'it' was? Ginger didn't want to know. She didn't want it. She didn't want to see it, hear it, deal with it. But he would force her. The tears she'd miraculously managed to keep from falling during all this spilled fast and hot across her cheeks now. There was some part of her, in the back of her mind, that wondered if this is what he really thought about her, twisted and darker because of the vampire, but still, were these not his own thoughts? "Just let me go," she begged, "Please...I don't want this. I don't want any of this."

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killsomething
2013-06-19 09:17 am UTC (link)

"You wanted me to be yours though," he sneered. She had really been such a fool, since he'd known her. At one time, he'd found her brashness, her take-charge attitude, and her refusal to take any of his crap refreshing. It had been different and attractive, setting her apart from all the syrupy, far-too-eager-to-please showgirls who'd have done anything to catch his attention. But now, twisted as his emotions had become, he found the behavior presumptuous and possessive.

And then she was crying. Crying and begging and fuck that was just music to his ears. With deceptively gentle hands he smoothed her hair, tugging her clothes straight and neat, shushing her soothingly as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. Then he leaned in close again, looping one arm around her waist and pulling her up against him full length, the other hand sliding up to cradle her head. He looked her right in the eyes, smiled, and whispered. "I know you don't." Then he sank his teeth into her throat and bit down hard.

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