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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 28, 2008 3:42:23 GMT -1
Life has always had so many twists and turns. And it was no wonder that the latest turn had landed Esme in an ornately decorated place drinking to a very sucessful mock trial. Months of preparation, even more procrastination and just a bit of luck had won her the mock trial and got her an 'A' in the course. Esme, abandoning her chattering friends for once, decided to treat herself to a night on the town. It was only after wandering the town for a while that she ended up where she found herself now.
She was sitting at a table, watching images flash across a plasma screen television as she drank ale. She wore an outfit that clashed with the Rococo decor of the establishment, she was as utterly modern-looking as she could get, almost like she had just walked off of the runway at Milan. She felt almost normal, so of course life had to shatter that feeling.
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Post by Lucas on Dec 28, 2008 3:55:25 GMT -1
Lucas was in yet another club. They were where he practically lived. Tonight he occupied one of the velvet couches in a curtained off section of the club. He sported a pair of fitted leather pants with a lightblue button up shirt that was opened to reveal his chisled body and chest. Girls came in and out all night, feeding him a drink and he returned the favor. Each would get their 15 minutes or so with him before they were released to find another girl in the club. Sure he shouldn't use his powers, recently he'd acquired theability of mind control. It didn't work on everyone...just weak minds. Most of the girls in hear posessed such minds. Lucas wasn't a bad person....just lonely. He needed to avoid Autumn...he realyl cared and loved her and he was afraid if the angels found out, they would kill her in roder to keep him miserable. He believed that's why his last to loves died off. He had fallen for love, and love had been taken from him.
A women in a skintight dress approached Esme "excuse me, but you've been invited to a V.I.P. room" she said. She took Esme's arm and began to lead her to the area.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 28, 2008 4:02:33 GMT -1
Esme was surprised to have been summoned anywhere by anyone and allowed herself to be pulled into a room. As little as she liked being pulled places, there was a tiny voice in the back of her head that was really interested in seeing who this "VIP" was that wanted her. Quickly she was deposited at a curtain and the woman who had brought her this far motioned for her to open it, doing as she was told Esme moved the curtain aside and was greeted by an attractive face and a very familiar feeling, a fallen angel.
Esme rolled her eyes and pulled out the seat across from the man, she sat down, crossing one leg over the other and nodded towards him. Why was it that she always came across so many people from the supernatural world at the most random times? Were there any normal humans in this world anymore?
"Why, hello there," she started, she didn't know what he wanted nor did she know who he was. Maybe he knew what she was, maybe he didn't. He could have summoned her knowing full and well, or it was coincidence. But whatever the case, Esme wasn't going to test the limits. "My name's Esme... and you are..." she prompted.
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Post by Lucas on Dec 28, 2008 4:15:33 GMT -1
Lucas was taken aback and surprised. Obviously the chick who lead this girl in didn't know, but this one was no ordinary girl. He looked at her with a smile "Lucas..." he said. "So I'm surprised I could find so many normal chicks before I finally landed on an odd ball like myself" he said "Plus witches are a hell of a lot prettier than most average girls" he said. He took her hand and pulled her gently to the couch he was on. He offered her a shot and let the liquid slide down her throat. She handed her another shot glass to pour in his mouth "sorry my proto call so the chicks don't get upset.
The girls still sitting nearby were too drunk to care what he was saying "Ladies...leave us for a sec." After a minute they complied, mostly because he was controlling their thoughts too. He looked back at Esme and smiled "So Esme...what's a lonely little witch like yourself doing alone in a bar?" he asked.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 28, 2008 4:24:53 GMT -1
Esme eyed him wearily as he called her out in a room full of people, of course everyone else that was with them was way too drunk to realize what he was saying, but she had spent the past five years hiding what she was from the world. It still stung to hear someone say it out loud in front of a crowd. She smiled kindly as he complimented witches in general, just because he liked a witch's face didn't mean he would like hers, that he did like hers.
He sent away the other women after a little while and Esme sighed a breath of relief. It wasn't that she wanted to be alone with him, it was that she had a feeling he was going to keep mentioning she was a witch and she didn't want one of them to be just sober enough to remember that fact and her face.
"Well, I'm not lonely. I'm actually around people too much sometimes. As for being alone tonight, I wanted to have a little fun. Something I can't do when I'm in a group of chattering people who don't give two shakes of a lamb's tail about what I care for. Tonight I'm on my own time, whatever I want, whenever I want. As for you, what's a fallen angel doing stringing a room full of girls along and getting them so drunk they won't even be able to find the handle on a cab's door when you're done with them?"
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Post by Lucas on Dec 28, 2008 4:35:21 GMT -1
He looked at her with a smirk "It's what I do to keep myself pleased." He didn't care what she thought of him. It was better for him to be hated more than liked...keep his distance with people. That was important for others safety. He looked at her and threw a shot down his throat. He offered her another and tilted her neck back and threw the drink down her throat. "now most of the girls don't care if I ask for a kiss or if I get right into it...but you and I both know I can't really make you do much of anything...witches don't usually have weak minds do they?" he asked. His smiel was cute and off to the side of his mouth a little. He was sexy and adoreable all at the same time.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 28, 2008 4:51:00 GMT -1
Esme winced a bit at the shot, it wasn't often that she chain drank any hard liquors. Something about this guy hit at her hard, she felt like he was trying to hide something from her, but she couldn't quite figure what it was. Was he trying to push her away or was he trying to entrance her? No matter what his plan was, he was definately doing something to her.
Esme at first couldn't quite figure out what he was getting at, saying that the women didn't mind if they just got into it. Yes, he was very attractive, but there weren't many women who would abandon all self-respect for a cute face and a few free drinks. And then she seemed to get it when he mentioned witches being strong-minded. Could he control minds? That would make the night much more interesting if that were the case.
"I like to think witches are much more strong willed than other women," Esme began. That smile, it did something to her, it made her want to see what it was about this guy that made him so confident. And what was it about him that caused her to want to abandon all of her safeguards and jump head first into something that she may end up regretting later on. "But I wonder what you could do to sway the will of a witch."
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Post by Lucas on Dec 28, 2008 5:46:14 GMT -1
Lucas couldn't help but smile at her. "I'm a fallen angel...my face alone draws you in...but it's not just that...it's everything. My voice, my eyes, my ora, EVERYTHING draws even someone like you in. His power grabbed hold of her and he moved her body closer to his. His hand caressed her neck and chin. She could sense the power at his finger tips. Lucas had really been tapping into his inner self lately. To prepare with any face offs between satan and lucifer. He was caught in the middle. Once was his brother, the other promised him greatness in the new hell. He didn't know who to trust so he tried to remain neutral. But that was slowly becomign harder and harder.
He had been experiencing severe headaches. He decided to explore them...push past them into something deeper. This was where he discovered some of his minor new found powers. He returned back to Esme. "Now that your with me you might as well be my prisoner." He gave her that devilishly cute smirk he had and released his touch and his power over her. He leaned back and took another shot. "Does this freak you out at all?" he asked.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Dec 28, 2008 15:44:26 GMT -1
He definately didn't have to tell her twice that everything about him was meant to entrance. No matter how much her better judgement told her that playing around with a fallen angel was a bad idea, she couldn't help but get drawn in by him. She hated him for it, but liked him so much just because of that same reason.
He pulled her closer to his body and she couldn't help but allow him to do as he wanted, just being closer to him made how attractive he was that more overwhelming. Esme wanted to fight against this attraction, but it seemed that he, just like Edward Cullen, was the ultimate predator. And predator he could be, the power that he had within him was overwhelming. He was so much more powerful than the last fallen angel she had met, but why? Was he getting ready for whatever was coming as well, this thing that the Council seemed to neglect mentioning to her, this thing that no one wanted to bring up around her. What was this thing that was coming and why would a fallen need to prepare for battle?
He called her his prisoner and then smirked. Was he joking about his prisoner thing or was he serious about it? Then there was a wave of power that spilt over her and she began to fear that perhaps he wasn't joking. "You don't scare me when you talk, you're too entrancing for that. But the amount of power you exhibit does concern," Esme said. She wasn't going to admit that she was freaked out by being around him. His power reminded her that something greater was going on and she didn't know what it was. And she couldn't seem to tell when this man was joking and when he wasn't.
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Post by Lucas on Dec 28, 2008 17:34:10 GMT -1
She was free of his hold but perhaps not his trance. That was for her to break. He smiled at her and stood up offering a hand. A slow sultry song played over the speakers. He offered his hand and winked "Wanna dance?" His features were perfect and he knew that. He had been using them to his advantage ever since he'd been fallen. He was willing to try his hand at a witch and it seemed to be working. He thought she was gorgeous herself. Her attire, her porcelein face, beautiful. "Might I say you look beautiful tonight?" he said with a smile. "One of the most beautiful creatures I've ever seen"
(haha oh Edward)
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