James "Logan" Howlett (snikt) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-04-04 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: logan howlett, character: therese/jeanette voerman |
WHO: Jeanette Voerman and Logan Howlett
WHERE: Jeanette/Therese's club
WHEN: Sunday night
WHAT: Bi-weekly blood donation
WARNING: Mention of blood
STATUS: Started GDoc, finishing in thread; In-progress
Slowly, Jeanette was coming around from losing her sweet little sunshine squishy. It took a little time to perk up, but this meant that all her squishies were gone; Andy, Leslie, all gone. She needed to find new squishies. And it seemed to be getting harder, because there weren’t as many squishies around. All just grumps and lumps. To that point, she hadn’t really left the club, although she knew Therese had, but the sisters were less concerned with isolation at that point now. With Therese out, busy with whatever, Jeanette was enjoying her time at the club. She’d turned the music all the way up, bopping her way around the place, despite the quietness of it all, and had the lights on. She was a firm advocate of dancing like everyone was watching. Her skirt short enough to brush her butt with every shimmy of her hips, top so tight it was just as well she didn’t need to breath. Jeanette just had her way of the dance floor, without Therese moaning about the noise. *** Logan had arrived at the club earlier than what he had told Therese he would. He didn't think the vampire would mind since she was getting a free meal. The music was blaring, and all the lights were on. It would have overloaded his senses if he let it, but he had learned to tune such things out while living in a house full of teenagers. He walked into the club and watched the girl that was dancing around. He figured it was Jeanette, but as he moved closer he caught the distinct scent of Therese. Except she was dressed a lot more relaxed than before. “Decided to finally cut loose, eh Therese?” He leaned against one of the large pillars and watched as the short skirt swept against her backside. It was a nice view and he wasn't complaining one bit. *** Naturally, Jeanette could sense when someone entered, it didn’t stop her from enjoying herself though, even less so when she heard him call her Therese. Like that stuck up snob would ever cut loose, not even a little bit. The woman got in a snit if just one hair was out of place. Although, it did beg the question just how did Therese know buff, gruff and yummy over there. Jeanette didn’t halt in her swaying with the beat, smirking devilishly at her observer while she did so. “It’s a club,” her voice was practically a purr, eyebrow quirking in question, “What else would happen?” Although there were lots of things that could happen. That was what the ‘Private’ area upstairs was for after all. Her skirt barely covered to her thighs, hem brushing along her pale skin, Jeanette’s top cutting off to bare her midriff in it’s smooth, unmarred and porcelain expanse. “What’re you in for, sweetling? Trick or a treat?” *** Logan arched a brow at Therese, and chuckled under his breath. “You’re right, what else would happen in a club,” he said to her. “You were just very different the other day. Didn’t think you were the type for short skirts and tight shirts.” He was at a loss as to why she was dressed in such a way, unless he just happened to catch her when she was in a good mood. He stayed propped against the pillar, and crossed his arms over his chest. Therese was no doubt playing a game with him, and while a part of him didn’t enjoy being toyed with he couldn’t rightly complain because she looked pretty damn amazing. He was but a man, after all. “You know what I’m in for, Therese,” he answered. “Blood donation?” He added just in case it had slipped her mind despite the fact that they had been doing this for many weeks already. “For you and your sister?” *** So, this was where the donations were coming from? All big and warm and present. Jeanette didn’t particularly like drinking from a glass. It felt unnatural to her, she liked to sink her fangs into a warm body, feel the pulsing thrum of warm blood on her tongue. Not the metallic tang of re-heated blood from a glass. Therese and her neurosis. “Hmm, but that’s a treat for me.” Her tongue ran over her fangs, dropped for effect but little else. “Where’s the treat for you?” And Jeanette knew at this point that he was under the impression that she was Therese, that she was the pious and pure Baron of Santa Monica. It was laughable really. “Wouldn’t you like one?” And she stopped her swaying, hip cocked out to the side, that same smirk on her painted red lips, fangs just a little visible over her lips as she arched a brow and trailed a delicately manicured nail over the swelling cup of her top, pad of her finger on the fabric while her nail drew a soft red line over the creamy white of her breast. *** Logan would have never guessed that Therese could be such a tease. He laughed a bit at her display and shook his head. He almost wished there was someone around that could record this so he had proof that the cold vampire that he had made the deal week several weeks ago could cut loose. “Look, Blondie,” Logan said after a moment or two. “Ain’t really sure what you’re getting at, or what you’re tryin’ to do, but I’m just here to give blood so that you and your sister don’t go crazy on the others.” He looked around the club again. “Where is your sister, anyway? Haven’t met her yet.” Not that it mattered to Logan, but he thought it was odd that after so many weeks of giving blood he didn’t get to meet the other one that was receiving it. *** Jeanette shook her hand in the direction of upstairs at the question as to ‘her’ whereabouts. Therese was clearly keeping this delightful plaything to herself this whole time. Crossing the club, abandoning her dancing for now, Jeanette giggled a little at Logan’s nickname for Therese. “I’m just trying to give you something back. Good deeds deserve rewards, don’t they?” By the time she made it to the bar, Jeanette was playing with her hair, smirking with those fangs still on show. Clearly Logan didn’t care about her nature, if he was keeping her and Therese fed then he knew what they were, and he still offered the blood. “But, if you want to just get down to business, I won’t complain.” *** Therese had always been very straightforward when Logan had stopped by to donate blood. There were no frills with her. The bottles were always out and ready for him to fill, and a glass, of course, for her to drink fresh. He didn’t mind it. They shared small talk, but that was it. He was in and out in less than fifteen minutes, something he imagined that Therese preferred. But here she was, acting coy and flirting like it was going out of style. It was a drastic change, and Logan just couldn’t get over it. He laughed at her comment, and nodded a little. “I s’pose they do. But the reward here is you and your sister not killing folks.” Which was enough for Logan, though he couldn’t deny that she was awfully tempting in that short skirt of hers “So… where’s the glass and the bottles?” He assumed that the way Therese liked blood wouldn’t change just because she decided to dress differently today. *** Bottles and glasses, of course, typical Therese, too worried about touching someone else to actually exist with their un-life. Boring. Jeanette just grinned wide, eyes twinkling with mischief. Like she needed to be starving to go out and kill, she could do it for fun, mess with some people. The Masquerade didn’t exist here, and the creatures just existed with the humans, wolves walking around unchecked. Why should it be different for them? “I was thinking, that this time, we could do it a little different.” She was almost standing directly in front of him now, the soft purr in her voice as she walked her fingers up his arm, watching him carefully. Hey, he was here to donate, she wasn’t going to waste the opportunity of Therese working through an appointment, giving her the chance to meet their darling bloodbag. *** Logan didn’t move or flinch at Jeanette’s proximity. He just watched her with doubtful eyes, and looked down as her fingers walked around his arm. He arched a brow and couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips. She was laying it on thick, but how she chose to act was no business of his. “Different? How?” His voice was gruff, but curious. Honestly he knew deep down what she had in mind. She was a vampire, after all, and he was sure that most of them enjoyed sinking their teeth into their meal. “Oh, I get it. You want to forego the glass and bottles entirely,” he smirked a bit, and shook his head. “You are a piece of work, aren’t you? One week it’s strictly business and the next it’s… “ He gestured to her outfit. “This. Not that it’s bad. It just ain’t what I’m used to. What’s your game, Therese?” *** It was such a fun game, but Jeanette wasn’t really getting the same kick out of it. She couldn’t really explain why Therese was being fun, because Therese was never fun. And Jeanette couldn’t ever pretend to not be fun. “I’m not Therese.” It came out like a song, Jeanette giggling lightly. “She’s off being a bore with her numbers.” Because if Jeanette was going to get her fang on she’d rather do it as herself. “I’m Jeanette, the fun twin.” “So, how about that nibble?” She’d love to get her teeth into him, he was all buff and gruff, and she did love the rush from a fresh feed, the exhilaration that came from the connection too. God, he’d be an amazing feed. *** Her words made no sense to Logan because if there was anything he knew it was scent, and Jeanette smelled exactly the same as Therese. Despite the fact that they were twins they would each have their own smell, and there was no distinction here unless he counted the perfume that Jeanette wore (he didn’t). There was something hinky about the way Therese claimed she was Jeanette, something that he’d rather leave to a head shrinker. Logan smiled at her, and laughed. “Well I’ll be. You two look exactly the same,” he said. “You had me fooled. It’s good to finally meet you, Jeanette.” Though he was sure that Jeanette and Therese were the same exact person. He let out a sigh and started to move toward the back where the bottles were kept. “A nibble,” he arched a brow. “Definitely different than what your sister likes.” He was a little wary about letting anyone get their fangs into him but Jeanette seemed to have other ideas. *** There was a lot that Jeanette liked that Therese didn’t. Living was one of those things. Jeanette didn’t see why she should start behaving like a corpse just because she lost her heartbeat. They had eternal life, it was a shame to waste it the way her pious sister did. “That’s because she’s the boring one, the one who acts all stuffy and dull.” She dressed in shades of grey, could she be any more like a damn sculpture? “Me? I like a little fun, some excitement.” And really, how could Therese not like the rush that came with sinking your teeth into a feed, the warmth that couldn’t really be matched with a microwave? She’d been drinking from a glass for weeks now. Her fangs were hurting with the desire to just sink into something. And Logan was just so yummy, she really wanted to get her teeth in there. “It’s way more fun, and it helps better, sates the appetite so much more.” She wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but it might make sense, a hunter needed to catch their prey, not just be given in. Walking her fingers back up his chest before flattening her hands to feel the heartbeat and thrum of blood under the skin, Jeanette nibbled on her lower lip with her fangs, looking up at Logan all coy from under her lashes. “I promise it won’t hurt.” Well, maybe a little, but only at first. *** There was very little that actually hurt Logan anymore, and he let out a half-hearted snort when she said it wouldn’t hurt. He doubted it would. He had been bitten by animals, stabbed, shot, run down, just about everything in the book and he was still standing. Before he came to this world, and before his own death by the hands of the undead he had doubted that there was anything that could kill him. He watched at her hand flattened against his chest, and Logan couldn’t help the smile that formed upon his lips. “Fine,” he said. He somewhat believed that maybe it would help to sate the appetite, and thus keep the populace safe (at least from the “sisters”). Logan held out an arm to her (because no way in hell was he going to let her that close to his neck), and arched a brow at it. “Dig in, Blondie.” *** That part was true, Jeanette knew it was true. If she got to dig her fangs in, feed like she was meant to feed, it lasted her better, longer, kept her far better satisfied. Really, Jeanette just prefered that method for the rush she got, the closeness and warmth that came with a human body. Of course, Jeanette had more ways to enjoy that. Grinning broadly, Jeanette pushed at the sleeve of Logan’s shirt, finding a nice vein in his forearm before licking her lips. “Aren’t you just the scrummiest.” She could practically smell the blood from here. And just because it was her, and she liked to get a rise out of anyone she could, Jeanette ducked around, pressing her back to Logan’s chest and hooking his arm around, fangs digging in quick and sharp into the warm flesh. It was sheer divine on her tongue, the flood of warm crimson instantly hitting her. Even with him being all strong and musky, Jeanette kept herself from gripping too tight at his wrist, although her pale hand and softly manicured nails circled the strong limb to hold on. Just in case. She was as close to Heaven as her tainted little soul would get though, warmth flooding her and the sweet, tart ambrosia of blood flooding her mouth, she didn’t even hold back the soft moan from her throat, pressing back into the head of Logan’s chest as she did so. It’d been ages since she had a feed like this. *** He honestly didn’t expect her to press up against him the way she was. Her back against his chest with his arm around her as she held his forearm close enough to feed. Logan would have never thought he’d be a feeding bag for a vampire, and yet here he was in this situation. He rolled his eyes and shook his head at the decisions that he continued to make in his life. He was doing this for the good of the community, he told himself, despite the fact that there was a small part of him that was enjoying the way it felt to have his blood drawn from his body. Jeanette’s fangs piercing his skin didn’t hurt a bit, and when she moaned he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at her. “Slow down there,” he said after several minutes of her latched onto his arm. “Gotta save some for your sister.” Which he didn’t believe because he knew that Jeanette and Therese were the same person. He could smell it. But for some reason they thought they were separate so he kept going with the ruse. No sense in breaking the veil of reality she had built up for herself. Logan began to pull away from her mouth, and the two holes that were in his arm started to slowly close afterward. “You’re a minx, you know that,” he said to Jeanette with a grin. “Definitely the ‘fun’ sister.” Though really Logan didn’t have a problem with Therese either. They were just so different, the personalities. He kind of wished Hank were around so he could explain it to him. *** |