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What the hell are you doing here!? (me and Angel)

Raziel99

Raziel99

Pulsar
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Jan 15, 2009
It was a long summer since graduation, and Alex was happy that college was finally starting. Able to get out of the house, away from family until Christmas. Carrying two luggage bags and a backpack into one of the dorm buildings wasn't too hard either. He wasn't overly strong, but he could carry things forever if he had to. Semi long brown hair was disheveled, falling into his blue eyes.

He went to the front desk and said his name, and got the key to a room on the third floor, 325. Great, a flight of cramped stairs. Somehow, he made it up in less than ten minutes. The stairs were followed by a long hallway. They sure wanted to kill him, eh? But he eventually made it, and putting down one of the luggage to fish the key from his mouth, he opened the door.

He had seen men and women on the floor, so he guessed it was a co-ed dorm. Fair enough. He wouldn't mind. As long as he didn't get a gay guy as a dorm mate, he was fine.

He slowly unpacked, picking a closet and starting to fill it with his shirts and pants. His dorm mate wasn't here yet, so he left the door cracked, so they could get in easier. He pulled slightly on blue jeans that were starting to rub too much on his legs. He hated jeans sometimes.
 
For Kari, coming back to school was dreadful. Only because she had spent her entire vacation in her homeland and she loved it there. Here it was too... overpopulate and everyone seemed as if they couldn't survive without technology. She didn't have a choice however. She was being forced to come here by her clan. Supposedly all of them went here and so she had to as well. However, taking a break from them was on the brighter side of things. She had bright amber eyes and long dark brown hair with bangs the layered around her face beautifully. She was about 5'5" and had a lean petite body.

She made her way into main hall and up to the front desk. Giving her name the elder lady behind the desk smiled as she handed her the key. "You're roommate just came in. He's quite dashing." Kari only offered a small smile and took the key from her. She had two suitcases and a small duffel bag and her purse. She looped the purse around her duffel and then strapped the duffel over the opposite shoulder so that it wouldn't slide of, that strap of it coming across her torso. She had each suitcase in either hand. It didn't seem to bother her too much as a few men in the hallway offered her a hand. She refused every time.

She finally made it up what seemed to be continuous flight of stairs in about 6 minutes. She was barely out of breath. She had the room key resting on her duffel. She looked down getting the number to her room. "325." She looked at the door to her right. "301... damn it." She began the journey down the long hallway. Getting to her room she found the door slightly cracked. She sighed gratefully and kicked the door open with the toe of her boot. Stepping inside she dropped her bags, slightly tired along with her duffel.
 
He heard her walk in, and he slowly turned. "I'm guessing you are my roommate. He wasn't surprised, he saw this down the hallway. "Let me help you with those." He walked over to her and bent down to pick up one of the bags. When he did that, he got a whiff of a small that made him growl. Lycan...

He kept his cool after getting the scent. he didn't want to get expelled for fighting/killing her, so he took her bag over to her dresser and put it on the bottom to make it easier for her to unpack. Then he went back to his stuff, finishing up with that before taking out his laptop case, taking that to his desk and setting it up.
 
She smiled softly as he addressed her. He was cute and he seemed to be nice. That is until he came closer to help her with her bags. She heard the low growl. She couldn't help it. Her hearing was phenomenal. Her eyes narrowed towards him, and suddenly the realization was clear to her. His scent tickled her senses as well. Vampire... She matched his growl with one of her own. Her bright amber eyes flashing momentarily.

Flash stepping, she finished unpacking within in minutes. She looked back over to him, her eyes narrowed aggravatingly. "Great..." She made her way over to her bed, lying down. Her blood was boiling with hatred and she needed to calm herself. If not she'll more than certainly jump on him and attack him, that... "Disgusting little blood sucker."
 
He heard her muttering as she laid down. He had finished connecting his laptop and was starting to type when he shot over his shoulder "Dirty wolf." His own blood was boiling with the hatred of generations. It was only force of will that stopped him from killing her on the spot. He kept himself firmly planted in the desk chair, typing up a new program and editing a old one.

For the most part, he ignored her. He did have to admit, she was quite the looker, even if he hated her race. But he wasn't going to let that deter or redirect his hatred. "Hey, little wolf, why don't you go take a shower? It might get rid of some of your stench."
 
She got up from her bed and shot a look over to him. "Oh... I think I will. It'll be nice to get rid of the stench that I got from walking in here after you did." A devilish smirk played across her delicate face. Her eyes shooting a sarcastic glare towards him. She licked her lips and pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a very skimpy tank top that showed off some of her fit torso. She tossed her sweater into the hamper and made her way over to the linen closet. She pulled out two fresh, clean towels and draped them over her arm.

Turning back to him she offered another sarcastic smirk. "Hey mosquito, maybe you should come with. Get the dead carcass smell of you." She giggled lightly, then turned back to the door getting ready to head out into the hallway.
 
Her words made him growl, and stand up fast, the chair getting knocked around behind him. His eyes went from their blue to a deep crimson. "At least I don't smell like a dog that rolled around it its own crap." He shot out. He was one twig away from pouncing and ripping her throat out. He saw her beauty, it registered in his mind, and he pushed it aside. It didn't fuel his rage, so he put it in the back of his mind.

If she kept it up, her body wouldn't be beautiful for long.
 
She growled softly, dropping the towels and turning back towards. She advanced on him, stopping only mere inches away. "No! Just everyone else's that loses all bodily functions as you take their life away right?! Fucking parasite!" Her teeth bared, her fags growing sharper and longer. Her nails on her finger tips hardened and grew to her anger. Fuzzy ears appeared on top of her head as her humanoid like ones faded from site. That's all the transformed for now. Although she could feel her tail bone tingling in preparation to offer her tail for balance.

She loved being tested for she usually passed in the end. She wanted to see just how far this blood sucking... disgusting... handsome, sexy.... Gah! She shook her head lightly, the thoughts ridding her mind quickly.
 
His growl was low as his fangs grew out. "You will pay for that, dog." He growled out, before launching himself at her. His hands turned into claws, his left one almost talon-like now. He clawed at her chest, aiming for her heart, even though he knew he would miss from the angle. His other hand shot for the door, closing and locking it. He wasn't going to be pulled off from her until she was dead, the anger in his head turning into a red haze, her beauty and his need on the very horizon of it.
 
She growled back, her tail spouting out from her spine instantly. She pulled back, reaching her hand out to catch his striking hand. If she had succeeded, she would yank him in close to her and grab him by the throat. She wasn't a killer, but she definitely would fuck him up once over. She didn't catching his hand she would striking with her other hand in a downward slash from the top of his shoulder to his opposite hip. Her growling become more fierce, most likely hear-able out in the hallways. Most likely they would ignore it. People around here were used to this sort of thing happening.
 
She wasn't able to get a hold of his hand, his claws tearing at her shirt and making a few lines across her chest. He avoided the slash, thought she did catch his hips, ripping the side of his jeans. They barely hung on for a moment, before falling. But he easily jumped out of them before launching at her again, his taloned hand going to claw at her arms.
 
The slashes in her tank showed off the curve of her breasts from the lack of wearing a bra. She looked down, a bit taken back that he had even touched her, let alone broke skin. However, because she had gotten distracted his lunge hit her with full impact. She fell back and now he was on top of her with all of his weight. She gasped softly. Instinct was telling her to back down, for in a pack the female always subdued to the dominant male. Another part of her instinct was to rip him apart. "Filthy leach!" She leaned her head up, bearing her fangs roughly aiming to bit at his jugular.
 
He growled as he fell to the floor, on top of her. His hands clawed into her arms, pushing somewhat into the muscle there. "Spawn of wolves." He spat. He ignored the curve of her bust the best he could, eyes locked on hers, his own red now. He saw her teeth lunge forward, and his head moved to block, his forehead against hers as he flashed his own fangs, growling deeply.
 
She pressed her forehead hard against his, her growling becoming more vicious. She forced her hands into his hips and pushed as hard as she could. For her race she was weak, but strong enough to probably lift him off of her. As soon as she could, she'd kick with her hind legs straight for his gut. Whether or not she would hit him or not, this gave her enough time to stand up and ready herself for his or her next move. Once she stood up, the weak threads of her cotton tank top gave up, slipping from her torso and revealing her full bust now. However, she didn't seem to be too phased by it.
 
His growl was barely suppressed from a roar as she kicked him, missing his gut and hitting him in the chest and knocking him back. He staggered when he was up, but he caught his balance, shaking the blood from his clawed hands. His eyes barely went over her body, arousal showing slightly through the rage from the small tent appearing in his boxers.

She does have a wonderful bust...

But it will be mere shreds of flesh in a moment!

He rushed forward again, his talon coming down from above, aimed at her face.
 
She watched him stumble about his feet til he caught his balance. However, the sight almost made her shake. Her eyes were practically locked on the hard bulge in his boxers. "So big." She pulled her eyes away, jerking her head back, but he still knicked her cheek. "Ah! Damn it!" Another soft, low toned growl emenated from her throat as she swiped at his chest eagerly. She could feel her body tingling from the sight, but she ignored it as best she could. She advanced on him, swipe after swipe aiming for his chest, face and pelvis. She was going to get him if it was the last thing she did.
 
He growled at her advancement, not hearing her words, and he did his best to block her attacks. but a few of the chest-height swipes hit their mark, leaving scratches on his chest and rending his shirt to scraps. He jumped back and ripped the material away before jumping forward, blocking a swipe and aiming a swipe downwards.
 
She roared out in pain, the swipe hitting home. He scratched her pelvis and ripped open the button to her pants. Her right hand came across below her belly button, the blood dripping from the scratches onto her hand. She jumped up high, almost hitting her head on the ceiling as her pants slipped form her waist and onto the floor. She was down to nothing but her panties now as she lunged on top of him. She was straddled in his waist and she was about to swipe his throat. However, the bulge in his boxers pressed right against her hot sex. She gasped softly and blushed, backing off of his quickly. She turned away, her cheeks fully blushed in embarrassment.
 
He growled and rose his hands to defend himself as she jumped up, but they proved to be of no use, her body knocking him down and straddling him. He felt her hot core press against his stiffness, even through the two rather thin pieces of clothing, and a blush went over his face as well, his body freezing as she got up and turned away. Most of the anger haze had disappeared, the sexual lust and need coming to the forefront. He debated with himself, but eventually, the need won.

He slowly stood and walked over to her, his arms going around her hips as his body pressed against hers, his chest against her soft back. His head went next to hers, his face moving almost to her own, his lips finding the cut he had made on her cheek. He gently flicked his tongue against it, sealing it like there was no wound. His hips were pressed lightly against hers.
 
She took in a deep breath as she felt his strong hands carressing her waist. As he licked her cheek, she found herself unable to move. The sting disappeared as if there was no scratch ever there. Her breathing became more labored. Everything inside her was telling her to push him away, tear him apart but she couldn't. His hold on her, his breath against her skin. She didn't want to fight it anymore. She tilted her head back, her lips touching to his passionately.
 
He was a little shocked at her kiss, but he fell into it easy, his lips lightly brushing hers before deepening. His hands slowly stroked up over her soft skin, now back to normal hands, until they cupped her generous breasts, gently playing as his thumbs brushed over her nipples. Her skin felt good to the touch, his blood was molten in his veins.
 
She blushed lightly. His touch on her body caused a reaction beneath her panties that hugged her hips. As his thumbs brushed over her sensitive pink nubs, she let out a very soft moan. Her eyes shut as he continued to carress and play with her body. Her body moved instinctively to his touch, her hips rolling and her muscles twitching from her sensitivity. She was already losing control of her blood stream. Her blood rushing through her veins from how excited and hot she was getting. The smell potent to the vampiric man's sense.
 
He kept his touch gentle and slow, almost like a apology to his attacks on her just a minute before. His lips left hers when he smelt her arousal, going to her neck and gently teasing her pulse, teeth tugging lightly on her skin. His hands made sure to hit the spots that got the best reaction from her. But soon, a hand slid from her breast, slowly going down her arms. It found the gouges from before, and his mind set to healing them completely, before going back to her breast, his other hand doing the same to her other arm.
 
It was almost as if her body went numb when he healed her. All the pain, just gone in an instant. However, it wasn't possible. She could still feel his tender touch all over her. The tug on her neck forced her eyes shut and her mouth to open, releasing a light gasp of excitement. She turned and faced him, eye to eye now with him as she climb into his lap. "I'm sorry." She nuzzled his cheek softly. She pulled back and looked down at his scratched up chest. She couldn't heal him like he could her. She gave a puppish whimper and licked lightly at the open scratches, trying to clean it as best she could before it all dried over.
 
He let out a slight gasp as he felt her tongue over his chest. "Ugn... don't worry about it." He said softly, lifting her up into his arms. He slowly carried her to her bed, laying her down and moving to lay at her side. He moved so he was on his side, looking over her, and his lips gently found hers, tasting his blood on them as he kissed her. Gentle brushes of his lips against hers. His hand Gently went over her sides, fingers trailing over the cuts on her chest and healing them with his energy. Afterward, his hand gently cupped her breast, rubbing and stroking.
 
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