[NSFW] Vampire the Masquerade: Bloodlines (Personal Adaptation) [Ravnos & RoseThorn]

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina bit her lip as she heard the men bickering, praying that they took the bait. Then she heard feet shuffling towards her. She giggled a bit to herself as she waited for them. Once they arrived, she looked up at them as if she'd done nothing wrong. Almost like she was disappointed that her toy had been broken. She looked up as the older man grabbed her, biting her lip to keep from fighting back as he was so forceful with her. She winced as he yanked at her nipple. "Ow..." she said quietly by instinct. As he went on to explain that they needed to hurry up because a certain 'Dion' would be back soon, presumably their boss or leader, Sabrina made sure to keep the name noted in her memory.

As Mickey dropped his pants, she bit her lip as she looked. These guys may be sleazy, but they definitely had the cocks to back it up. She gasped as the older man lifted her up, looking down at him as he moved her to the bed. She really was light. She looked up from the bed as they went about planning how they would fuck her, both of them obviously not caring about what she wanted to do. Dave really was the best of them all even if he was on the lowest part of the food chain.

As the older man said he wanted to see if she could handle his dick in her ass, her eyes widened a bit. She was going to protest when suddenly she was being turned towards Mickey. She looked up to see Mickey there, rubbing his cock against her face. She should be disgusted, but the libido from before definitely kept her from wanting to pull away. Plus, the smell of three horny humans in the room only turned her on more. She grinned a bit as she opened her mouth and took Mickey's cock in her mouth with ease, quickly starting to bob her head on it with her tongue brushing the underside.

 

[Ravnos]

When she seemed eager to take Mickey's dick, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and started to slowly fuck her face in the same rhythm that she was sucking him. "Fuck yeah, bitch. Take that dick." He said with a dominant tone. Just then she felt a pressure in her backside as the old man's cock spread her open, however, it wasn't nearly as painful as she expected. Though the similar sensations were there, it seemed her undead body was much more resilient to this kind of abuse. Speaking of, she felt the man's hand hard against her bare backside which stung quite a lot, but the pain was mostly superficial despite how hard he smacked her. The hot fleshy spit-roast she found herself in was a mess of smells and hot rough penetrative pleasure.

The man in her ass fucked her slowly, but he thrust his full length in and out making her feel every inch of his cock. Every time his full length was inside, he pushed just a little bit more, pressing Mickey's cock in her throat a little bit deeper. He spanked her again, and again. He showed her no mercy, slapping her flesh hard as if he really wanted to hurt her. Still, the pain was superficial and besides the stinging, she felt like she could handle more than he was dishing out. She could feel the lust building up in both men as they built up their momentum, becoming more and more desperate to get off inside her.

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina found it a bit amusing being in this position with these two. They were so obviously sure of themselves of being in control of the situation with how dominating they were being towards her. She wanted to laugh at them, but instead, she played her part. She did as she was asked. At first, she gagged on Mickey's cock as he pushed it so deep into her throat. Then, she tried to do her usual tactic of controlling her breathing. That's when she remembered... she didn't have to breath. It made it easy to deepthroat then. The older man's hand on her backside stung, but it was obvious her pain tolerance had increased since her change.

She felt the older man entering her backside without even preparing her, making her wince a bit from the feeling but she soon got used to the feeling. She looked up at Mickey as he fucked her face, moaning around his cock as she was fucked in the ass. She could feel how much the older man wanted to hurt her even if he wasn't doing much, but she decided to make him happy. She whimpered as she moaned, almost like she was in pain. Jumping and wincing at every slap.

 

[Ravnos]

She felt the pressure of the men building up toward release inside of her, the blood rushing through their dicks was intense. However, before they could so she heard a loud bang and felt dust and debris fall from the ceiling on to her back. Both men stopped suddenly and whipped their heads toward the direction of the bathroom which was to Sabrina's left. "What the fuck?!" both men cried in unison and dove to the ground a few seconds too late, each in a separate direction. Their cocks quickly vacating her, also taking away any sense of stability that may have been keeping her up as well.

"Who the fuck are you?" the old man cried out with a mix of panic and frustration.

"Stay on the ground, or I'll kill the both of you!" Spike yelled aggressively.

Both men complied, Mickey's bare ass stuck in the air as he buried his under his hands, she could hear heavy panicking coming from him almost as if he was going to start hyperventilating. "Shit, shit, shit, shit...." He said under his breath and she could hear quivering in his voice.

"Chill man, chill. You want money, we got money man. Take it and get the fuck out of here." He waved his hands around, and then suddenly cried out in pain with a sickening crunching sound. Spike brought his foot down hard on the man's hand, likely breaking many bones in the process. The old man retracted his hands and whimpered, "Oh fuck! Fuck you man!"

"Get dressed, go get the cash and anything else you find lying around. Keep an eye out." he said calmly to Sabrina, "This is what happens to people who double cross us." Another loud bang, making Sabrina's ears ring as Mickey cries out in pain.

She smelled blood as the man's leg basically exploded from the calf down, a sight that may have made her vomit when she was alive. She felt no such urge, but she felt a tugging at her heart as she still had some empathy and could imagine the pain this man was now in. He cried out at first but then just sobbed and whimpered, almost as if he expected the next bullet to be the end of his pain.

"Fuck man, okay! Okay! I'm fucking sorry. You made your point." The old man said still struggling with the pain. "Just fucking stop!"

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina was preparing herself to be came inside from both ends when she suddenly felt them both leave after a loud bang. She knew Spike had come to save her but she almost wished he didn't... oh god, she really was horny now. Twice she was left unsated. She fell over when they both left her, falling to her side on the bed with surprise before she looked up to see Spike there holding the gun towards them both. Both of the men looked so scared, it was about time the tables were turned. She'd been in too many situations giving the control to people that didn't deserve them just to get out of trouble. Now she was the one in control.

She stood up slowly, wiping her mouth and face of any saliva as Spike told her to get dressed. She looked over as Spike shot Mickey, wincing a bit at the sight. Even though it didn't disgust her, it kind of hurt her to see. She... was reconsidering. She nodded and moved to pick up her clothes, putting on her panties and bra before the rest of her clothes. She moved back to Spike once she was done, putting her arm on his shoulder as she looked over the men.

"Do you think it's the right choice?" she asked quietly, looking over at the men as she reconsidered her previous choice. She knew rationally that these men seeing their faces and without knowing their power, it could end badly for them if they found them again. But... she just... felt bad. "Are they too dangerous to leave alive?"

Without spending too much time waiting for some sort of answer, she walked off to look around the house for the hidden money. She checked in the kitchen first, looking through drawers and in the fridge, anything she could think of that could hold the money.

 

[Ravnos]

Spike just looked at her with a deadpan expression as she presented her moral quandary and shook his head. He closed the door behind her and when she was no more than a few feet out of the door, she heard three successive gun shots. They were muffled by the closed door, but still loud enough to make her ears ring. There were no screams, death rattles or any other signs of pain. It just went silent.

The house was quite bare. The refigerator held a few old take out containers which looked like they were from today. On the dining table was a couple piles of bills that were being used for playing cards, a fairly substantial amount of money at that. Besides the small dining table, the only other piece of furniture was a small wooden fold out table right next to the back door. On it was a laptop, currently closed and powered down, and a stainless steel money clip that also contained a stack of what looked like all hundreds. Other than this, the only other thing in the house was a bloodied up baseball bat.

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina lowered her eyes as Spike shook her head, frowning a bit as she walked past him and out of the room. She heard the shots go off, jumping at each one and staring at the floor. It was her fault, wasn't it? That she got so involved? She could have just crept in with Spike and made it so that they never saw either of them. She let out a sigh as a few tears threatened to well up in her eyes. She couldn't cry about this. They weren't good guys. She had to remember that they weren't good guys. They wanted to hurt her and they had hurt other people. That's all she had to remember to remind herself that they were doing the right thing.

As she looked over the house, she let out a sigh. Well, there was no one left here to use all the money. Plus, she had no idea how much they stole from Mercurio. No way he had this much though... right? She started collecting the bills as she thought about it. He was connected to the prince so he could have that much... and the apartment he lived in was extremely nice. She hoped she would have a lot of money one day. What was the point of living forever if you couldn't live lavishly? She took her time in cleaning up the bills, not wanting to back into that room with Spike and seeing those dead bodies. She needed to apologize to him for making him do that when she was too weak to.

 

[Ravnos]

Spike exited the room as she was done collecting the money looking a bit grim. He gave her a smile that looked as if he was trying to assure her that everything was fine, but it wasn't very convincing. "We should get out of here soon, what did you find?" He asked simply seeming pretty distracted. She also noticed he wasn't carrying the gun, though that didn't mean he didn't have it an inside jacket pocket, but there weren't many places to hide it on his person considering the tight leather pants.

It was now deathly quiet in the house, the only sound coming from the waves crashing against the cliffside below the house. It was about now when Sabrina started to feel a bit odd. It took a moment to realize what she felt when it occurred to her that she was high. It was subtle, but still very apparent that it was the case. She instantly knew from instinct that it was an effect of drinking Dave's blood.

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina turned when she heard Spike returning from the room, frowning a bit as she looked him over. She could see how he was trying to look like things weren't as bad as they were, but she definitely knew it wasn't. She didn't think Spike took enjoyment out of killing people. She looked down as he asked what she'd found, holding up some money. "There's tons of money here. No idea how much Mercurio is owed but... these guys won't need it anymore," she said with an almost careless shrug, blinking her eyes a few times as she felt it was hard to focus for a moment.

She realized then that she was feeling a little high thanks to Dave's blood. She'd been high plenty of times before, but it's been awhile. She'd tried to steer clear ever since the homeless killings started to happen. She had no idea what people were lacing in their drugs at this point. She shook her head, trying to keep her focus as she turned back towards him and pointed to the laptop. "There's this thing too. No idea what's on it... knowing these creeps it's probably just porn sites or something. I don't know if you think it would be useful or something," she said with another shrug. "If not we can just get out of here. They said something about their boss showing up soon."

 

[Ravnos]

Spike also shrugged back when she pointed out the laptop, but pulled the plug from the wall and put it under his arm, "Might as well take it. Now, let's get out of here. And, don't worry about cops or anything. As far as I know, we don't leave DNA or fingerprints or anything. It will probably be days before anyone finds them." He headed back toward the door she entered from and walked outside with the laptop. She saw him, through the front window, open up the door to the van and climbed inside. In the next moment it was running.

The rumbling of the engine broke the dead silence that felt to almost seemed to seep noisily from the walls. Now alone in the building with nothing but the dulled engine of the van, she started to feel all the little hairs on her skin raise up and goose bumps raised. The feeling wasn't new, but somehow it was like it was the first time. It somehow seemed much darker in the house than before, the shadows almost seemed to be sucking in the ambient light. The feeling was so subtle and unusual it was hard to tell if she was having a minor hallucination or if it was just her imagination playing games with her. She swore she could feel the death in this building somehow grabbing at her skin, trying to pull her into the floor. Yet, if she focused even for a moment the sensation would vanish only to slowly creep back up on her.

 

[RoseThorn]

As Spike grabbed the laptop, Sabrina looked around for anything else that might have mattered before they decided to leave. She watched him as he walked outside towards the van before she made one final pass through the drawers for any extra money before she decided to follow after him and giving up. It was almost like she was trying to busy herself for the sake of not having to sit and think about her actions.

The darkness that seemed to creep up on her as she was alone in the house only enforced her need to leave. She shook her head multiple times, gathering herself as she tried to ignore the bodies in that room that seemed to try and pull her down with them. She bit her lip as she nervously brushed some hair behind her shoulders before leaving the house and making her way to the van. She opened the passenger's seat and got inside without much of a word, shutting the door behind her and looking to the floor. The first moment of silence that she was given to think about everything that had just happened. She'd just... gotten men killed. She'd been the one to give the word. She'd killed them.

"I'm sorry," she said finally to break the silence. "I made you do that. I'm sorry. If I'd just snuck in instead... you wouldn't have had to do that. Fuck. Fuck I... killed them didn't I? I mean, you did it but I told you that we should do it and I lured them in and I showed them my face and... and..." she could feel herself hyperventilating. She didn't need to breath but for some reason it felt like she just couldn't breathe. She was panicking. She was scared. Was this what this new life was about? Was this what it meant to be a vampire?

 

[Ravnos]

As Sabrina got in the van, Spike drove to the front of the lot and out a small concealed alley onto the streets of Santa Monica. He seemed to focus on driving as she spoke to him. Spike didn't speak for a couple minutes after her, but finally replied in an apologetic tone, "They were as good as dead anyways, Sabrina. If we had killed them then and there or not, Mercurio and the Prince wouldn't have waited long before wiping them out. Don't blame yourself, they were dead the moment they decided to double cross on their deal."

It didn't take long for them to get back to Mercurio's luxury apartment. Spike parked the van right out front and looked to Sabrina, "The only thing we did back there was ensure the three couldn't come after us, which they definately would have done. Besides, those pieces of trash brought nothing valuable into this world, they've probably not only killed people before, but I'm sure they spent their entire lives making innocent people miserable. Don't give them a second thought, they wouldn't have given you one."

As they stepped out, he grabbed the Astrolite and requested she bring the money and laptop inside with her. He buzzed Mercurio, letting him know they were there, who immediately let the front door open without a word. Entering the apartment, Sabrina immediately noticed there was no blood from before. Although she was still a bit high, her senses were not dulled enough to have hid that tempting smell of blood from when she was here before. Walking into Mercurio's apartment, the place was immaculate. She could still smell a bit of old blood in the aparment, but there were no blood stains anywhere to be seen. Mercurio sat on the couch as before still looking a bit pale. He grasped at his belly, but his external health looked much better, there was some visible brusing, but nothing like what he looked like before. "How'd it go?" he said in a much better mood than before and eyeing the Astrolite seemed to give them a smile of understanding. "How was your first mission, Sabrina? Not too bad? Did Spike here show you the ropes?"

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina really did listen when Spike spoke to her, trying to make her feel better about her decisions in everything. She could still feel how tight her chest felt every time she imagined the faces of those thugs, but Spike had to be right... right? They were evil. They deserved to die and they would have died without their work anyway. It was fine, right? They were the good guys? Fuck. She couldn't remember the last time she felt like she was going to hell and was scared about it. She just had to get herself under control. It was the mix of the high and the paranoia, that was all. She was fine. She was fine.

She didn't respond to Spike, focusing more on her breathing. She'd squeeze her hands into fists once, then release, then do it again as she focused on breathing with the pattern as much as she could. Sabrina did grab the laptop and the money like Spike asked her to, stepping out of the van silently. She followed Spike inside of the building, the vision of a clean floor being the most surprising to her before she realized the smell of blood was gone as well. Had Mercurio cleaned up or was it a janitor? Wouldn't someone have called the cops by now? She shook her head as she moved into Mercurio's apartment.

When Mercurio went on to ask how it went, talking to her like things were just... normal she frowned and looked away a bit. "Yeah, he did," she said as she slowly moved forward and put down all of the money she'd collected and the laptop. "This is all they had that seemed useful. No idea how much money you gave them but I can only assume this is a lot more than that."

Sabrina had no idea how she could get used to a life like this. She had no idea what she was being pulled into. She was scared of what was going to happen from here on out and how it would change her as a person. Who she was in that house was not her. It was whatever this... thing made her. The smell of blood and these fangs. She drank from someone. She was... scared of what she was.

 

[Ravnos]

"Good, that's real good. I hope you made those assholes suffer for what they did to me. Stupid fucks." He said as he nodded looking at the money she plopped down. "Hey, keep the money. It was meant to be the payment for the Astrolite, and you guys got it for me, so go ahead and take it as your payment. Get yourself something real nice with it. You can tell I don't need it. Am I right?" He said gesturing around him, laughing a bit before grabbing his chest in pain. "Goddamn goons."

He groaned, gripping his side as he leaned over to inspect the laptop. He clicked a few keys before closing it again. "Well, it's locked. I'll have to see if I have a guy for this. But who knows if it will come in handy or not, if I can get it unlocked, it will at least sell for a decent sum at the pawner."

"Right, so, what about this stuff?" Spike asked the Astrolite. "What's the deal with it anyways, anything we need to know?"

"Nah, dont' worry about it right now. We need to let things cool off a bit. You guys chill out for a day or two and I'll have something for you to do. Right, now, settle in a bit." He looked to Sabrina, "You probably need some time to get used to things. Learn as much as you can about yourself and just anything you can about what you can do. I can't really help in that department, but maybe Spike or some other Vamp who knows you well might help out." Spike looked at her and nodded with an agreeable smile, showing he was willing to help her out. Mercurio continued, "Now, get lost you two." He groaned again as he tried to lean around. "Actually, maybe you guys could use some of that extra cash to get me something strong for this pain. That blood of yours is great, but it only keeps me goin'. See if you can get me something good, hospital grade stuff would do me real good right now." He finally laid back on the couch, now looking pretty worn down again.

 

[RoseThorn]

There was a shift in Sabrina's attitude when Mercurio told them to keep the money. Her eyes widened as she looked at the money on the table and then back up at him as if she were asking if he were serious with her eyes. She'd never had that much money to her own name before. Even splitting it with Spike she would be more rich than she'd ever been on her own. Sure it wasn't some sort of fortune or anything but it would help her more than she could imagine. She could get new clothes and maybe even a haircut that she desperately needed. She could get a better bed for her apartment, god she needed one.

She tuned back in when she realized Mercurio was talking to her specifically again. She looked back up to him and nodded slowly. It wasn't something she was excited about, but at the same time it might just be the comfort she needs. Knowing what she is. She needs to just... accept her new identity and her new life and just... embrace it or... something. Anything to make her feel better. She looked to Spike as Mercurio offered him up to help her, giving him a small smile of her own in return as he nodded. She looked back to Mercurio as he asked them to get him some pain medication. Hospital grade was a stretch but... maybe some place had them.

She reached down to grab the money again looking it over with the same awe she had when he first told them to keep it. "Thanks. I'll... try to figure things out. And get you that medicine," she told Mercurio, looking to Spike once more before she decided that now was the best time to take their leave. As she walked out of the apartment, she made the effort to split the money in two so that her and Spike could share it.

 

[Ravnos]

Back outside Spike walked with her toward the Van and asked, "Alright, well, it's getting pretty late. We should probably find some place to crash soon. I could give you a ride to your place, or, if you want..." Spike looked like had a cheeky smile growing that he was trying to suppress. "We could go back to my place?" He shrugged his shoulders framing the suggestion as more of a question. He followed up quickly with, "We could try and with some testing I could try and figure out what sort of powers you have, or, you know, just chill, or whatever you want to do."

Before she could answer he finished of kind of rushed and apologetic, "Of course, it's been a rough night. If you just want to be alone, I totally get it. Just thought I'd offer." He unlocked the Van and climbed inside, starting it up. The Van itself wasn't in the best shape. The engine let out a bit of a pop from the exhaust when it started. The olive green color was a bit faded, but the classic aesthetic of the vehicle kinda made up for it's minor flaws.

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina looked to Spike as he spoke while she was counting the money. As he gave her a cheeky smile and brought up going back to his place, she found herself scoffing before moving her eyes back to the money, finally managing to get it split down the middle and pulling one stack in each hand. She turned her head to him as he continued to speak without letting her get an answer to him in, shaking her head as she laughed quietly. She moved to open the passenger's door and moving inside, waiting for Spike to finish getting his thoughts out before she finally got a chance to speak.

She handed over Spike's stack of money as she looked at him. "Are you hitting on me?" she teased, unable to stop herself from doing so. But just like Spike had done to her, she didn't let him get an answer in before she continued. "If you're offering, you can take me to your place. My bed sucks and the shower is gross and I feel like I really need one after letting those guys... ugh," she shook her head.

"I'm guessing this is your van now?" she asked, laughing as she felt over the interior.

 

[Ravnos]

The interior of the van was fairly comfortable, it still smelled quite a lot like pot. Fortunately, there was also a scent of old incense and a pine air freshener hung from the rear view mirror which was likely there to hide the legally compromising aroma. Spike started to drive away, only answering her first question with an increasingly growing smirk. He drove passed her apartment and turned toward the direction of the Asylum.

"Well, I wouldn't be honest in saying I live in any kind of luxury. Quite the opposite. But what I can say, is that we've made the place fairly comfortable. It won't look it from the outside," He paused as he turned his head watching them pass the Asylum and headed toward the more industrial are of the city. Santa Monica didn't really have a bustling industrial area, but there were still utilities, warehouses, garages and other similar places that serviced the area. "But, that's kind of on purpose. As you can imagine, I'm not the most popular guy in the city. At least, as far as the Vamps are concerned."

They place they finally turned into was literally a dump, "You're in luck though. We have a hot, clean shower, though certainly nothing extravagant." It was hard to believe that lucky was the operative word here. Quite the opposite as the auto garage surrounded by old broken down vehicles, appliances and other random machinery looked completely abandoned. All the windows were boarded up and not a spec of light shone from the property, making it seem doubtful the place had power or running water. He drove behind the building, dodging around a few stray pieces of metal and parked just outside the back door. Turning off the engine, leaving them both in near complete darkness, he finished with, "So, you ready for the tour?"

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina didn't know what to expect when it came to Spike's living space. He worked for Mercurio, who lived in some rich ass apartment and Mercurio worked for the Prince who she could only assume was... extremely well off. But when Spike continued to assure her that it wasn't a luxurious place on the outside, she found herself wondering where exactly the vamp found himself in. She nodded quietly as he went on to explain that he wasn't exactly popular in the city. Standing out probably wouldn't be in his best interest. She had no idea where she stood with people after the showcase that was her turning. She knew some people wanted her to live at least. That was something. Jeanette... well, she didn't want to think about Jeanette and Therese hadn't seem to care about her at all but she'd left that note... god. This shit was just so confusing!

As they turned into... a literal dump, her eyes widened in surprise as she looked it over. He lived here? He had spoken about not standing out but she had no idea that it went that far. She was happy at least to hear that he had a clean shower to use. One of these days she needed to take the time to go through her apartment and make it... livable. She might be dead now but she at least needed to be dead in comfort. The place was definitely a mess to look at, but he promised he'd made it look better inside at least.

"I can imagine worse places to be," she said as she looked over the place. Her light blue eyes scanning the area and each building that they passed. As he asked if she was ready for the tour while darkness overtook them, she smiled a bit and nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."

 

[Ravnos]

Spike switched a light on as soon as they made it in the back door. The interior was almost as bad as the exterior. One thing that could be said about this dump of a place, at least it didn't smell like garbage. There was a hint of gasoline, oil and rubber, but it wasn't an overpowering odor. The strong chemical odor reminded Sabrina that she was still a bit high from earlier. In fact, it was just as bad as it was before. She had just gotten a bit used to it by now.

The building was almost completely full of cars and car parts. Not a single vehicle looked viable to drive, but maybe with all these parts you could get one or two of the cars running. That is if the parts themselves weren't overly rusted or corroded from sitting in the abandoned shop for who knows how long. Spike locked the door behind them and pointed toward a set of doors on the far wall. Sabrina could see that there was a large boarded up window that seemed to be an office that was used to watch over the mechanics.

"First, let me show you the bathroom." He said as he walked to the left hand door underneath the office. Opening it up, she could see a small bathroom that had a very simple shower set up inside it. It looked to be an old emergency shower to wash off dangerous chemicals. Spike turned one of the shower knobs to show her they had running water. "Before you shower though, let me just show you around upstairs so you know your way around."

Leaving the shower they went through the door that opened into a stair case that led up to the upstairs office. At the top of the stairs was a second door that opened up into a comfortably furnished looking living room. The place was a hodgepodge of rugs, carpeting and tapestries that completely covered the floors and walls making the place look fairly homely. The literal wall to wall carpeting made it also extremely sound proof. The office was just one fairly large room. It was probably about the size of her apartment combined with the hallway and the apartment across from hers, but without walls. The first thing that stood out the most in the room was a large black drum set with a skull and lollipop crossbones on the bass with the name Ghouls across it in a classic horror font. There was a candy blue classic looking electric guitar and the most unusual of instruments here, a stand up bass in the shape of a coffin. There 3 sofas, one standard sized, and two love seats huddled together on one side. There was a table that looked straight out

of a diner and a matching vinyl bench on either side. There was also an ancient looking fridge that was

plugged in and humming away quietly. Lastly, at the two far corners of the room hung a series of drapes that looked like they were hiding off a couple places for privacy.

The first thing he did after they entered was put a finger over his mouth and shushed her. Gesturing at her to wait, he crept over to the curtains laying on the far right side corner and peeked behind them. He shrugged and started walking back, "No one's home." He had a half smile, but he took a short look toward the boarded up window, almost as if he could see through it and looked a little bit concerned. However, he walked over to the other side of the room where the other curtains were hanging and pulled them open revealing what must have been his own private area.

Behind the curtain was probably the least expected thing, a perfectly intact and wide open coffin laying on the ground. It was a black and had a red interior. From here she could tell it was a little scuffed up and even had a bit of grime in the cracks. Other than that there was an old trunk which he opened and pulled out a garish green embroidered hotel towel. He brought it over to her and held it out. "Here, this is clean. Did you want to shower right away? Otherwise, there isn't really much to do here other than chill and, maybe jam a bit if you want." He gestured over to the instruments.

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina felt bad that Spike had to live in a place like this. Well, she'd spent the last few months sleeping outside most of the time but for some reason sleeping in a dump every night just felt kind of... worse in a way? Especially when the only reason he was doing so was because it wasn't very safe for him to do otherwise. She couldn't imagine living this way, especially when you're supposedly immortal now. As he showed her the bathroom she saw that it wasn't exactly luxurious, but it was already better than what she had in her apartment. She nodded a bit as he showcased that he had running water, already excited to finally take a good shower again. It had admittedly been a bit since she was last able to to one that was under a steady stream of water.

As she was shown the upstairs, she found herself a bit surprised but also not at all. It looked like it was made for a rowdy place and with all of the instruments. While she couldn't exactly assume that they had anyone around to respect when it came to noise levels, it still seemed to make some sense to have such a soundproof room. When he shushed her, she tilted her head but nodded, making sure she didn't speak at all as he peeked behind some curtains. "You live with people?" she asked quietly, wondering who exactly it was that Spike felt he could trust enough to live with.

She took the towel that was handed to her, nodding her head. "Showering would be nice," she said. "And I have no idea how to play instruments. But if you're any good I've always wanted to go to a concert," she joked with a small smile.

Before she left for the bathroom she frowned a bit and scratched her head. "Weird question but... do you have anything I could wear? Putting on my old clothes after showering feels like it kind of defeats the purpose of it but... if you don't that's fine."

 

[Ravnos]

"We haven't really played anywhere yet. When I got turned, thing were real complicated and we had to skip town. So technically, we're still just a bunch of kids just fucking around." He looked thoughtful for a moment when she asked him about clothes, "Uh, well. You could look through my trunk. I have all sort of random clothes in there. But it's all guy stuff." He looked reluctantly over to the other corner of the room that was behind the curtain he hadn't revealed to her yet. "I suppose you could go through their stuff... I'm sure you could find something in your size. But... I don't know how you feel about taking clothes from girls you haven't yet met. I'm kinda sure they wouldn't be upset by it, as long as you took care of whatever it was you borrow."

"I guess there's no way of avoiding talking about it, but I live with my band. My sister and her two..." He hesitated, "Well, girlfriends is the most appropriate way of putting it. It's really their band, I just got dragged into it cause I play double bass and Jonna insisted."

He went over to sit on one of the loveseats. "Feel free to grab whatever you want from my trunk; or, if you dare, venture into the girls' corner." After a moment he spoke again, "Oh and before you judge me. The coffin was a prank and don't judge it till you sleep in one. It's no wonder the dead rarely rise from the grave. It's so comfy and peaceful."

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina noticed that Spike didn't say when we got turned. So whoever he was staying with... wasn't a vampire? And they knew that he was? Wasn't that breaking the masquerade or whatever? What really was considered breaking the masquerade? She shook her head, trying not to think too hard about all the complicated shit that came with being a vampire. She needed to relax after the stressful night she'd already had. When he went on to explain that she could go through his roommate's stuff... those roommates being girls, her eyebrow raised a bit. Did he have a girlfriend? But then he was explaining that it was his sister and her 'girlfriends'. This was definitely already an interesting bunch to say the least.

"While I appreciate the offer... I don't think taking anyone's clothes without their permission is a good idea," she said with a small laugh. When Spike explained the coffin she let out a sigh of relief. "I didn't want to bring it up if that was your thing. I know vampires sleep in them or whatever but I never imagined I could do it. Please don't tell me it's a rule or something," she pleaded as she moved over to Spike's trunk of clothes.

She dug through Spike's things quietly and slowly, not wanting to mess up his stuff or treat it like it was her clothes to mess with. She settled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt of some kind. It was probably too big for her, but she didn't mind. Anything was better than what she was wearing right now. With the clothes in hand, she made her way back to the shower on her own. She remembered how Spike had turned on the water before, using that example in her mind to do so herself before she stripped out of her clothes. Hopefully she could get the temperature to a comfortable one before she got into the shower.

She made sure to clean every inch of herself, using the shower as way to cleanse herself of the day and what had happened. It had been so long since she could relax in a shower. She just needed some time to relax and clear her mind and that was what showers could do for her. When she was finally done, she got out and turned off the water. She discarded all of her previous clothes, including her underwear, refusing to put any of it back on again as she replaced it with the clothes she'd taken from Spike. Her black hair was still damp by the time she finished drying herself, but it wasn't too bad as it stuck to the back of the t-shirt.

With her shower finally finished, she made her way back upstairs with her discarded clothes in hand. "Thanks for letting me use that," she said as she walked back into the room. "I feel so much better now," she sighed out as she placed her clothes in a location that seemed to be out of the way.

 

[Ravnos]

Just after Sabrina turned off the water for the shower, the end of her serenity was somewhat disturbed by a trio of voices. At first the voices were quiet and muffled as they led past the bathroom and up the stairs. But once their light footfalls made it to the room above, their voices became louder. She could make out the entire conversation through her dying off and making her way up the stairs.

"Time to get up, Jack." Came a brash female voice clearly meant to rouse the vampire she left on the couch. "We've got dinner." She said, though sounding quite sarcastic. Her voice had a hint of a Mexican accent in it as well. Not uncommon in LA.

A level-headed sounding female voice responded, "You said you weren't going to wake him, Dulce. Sorry, Jack." She said almost whispering, her voice getting closer as she could hear furniture being dragged across the floor.

"It's fine. I wasn't asleep, just relaxing." She heard Spike replying, not really sounding like he had just woken up, "Just be chill. We have a guest."

"A girl?" A third female voice a little more mousie and curious sounding asked, "What's her name?"

There was a brief silence before Spike answered, "Shit... I don't know. I don't think she ever told me her name."

"Real fucking classy, pendejo." the female Mexican accent replied exasperated. "I'm sure she knows your name, I'm sure you just forgot or didn't even bother to ask. What a fucking catch you are, Spike." She said negatively emphasizing his nickname.

Another moment of silence before Spike responded, "Wait, aren't you going to defend me, Jonna?"

"No, she's right, Jack. I'm sorry, but if you don't know her name you're an asshole." the level-headed female replied.

"Whatever, it's not my fault. I'm pretty sure she never told me her name. Besides, we did a job together, it's not like I picked her up somewhere. Gimme a break," He said.

When Sabrina came into the room all the attention was on her. Spike was laid back on the couch where she had left him. The appearance of the three women was likely not much of a surprise considering their profession. They were all fairly short and young looking, likely still in their mid-teens. It was easy to pick out the brash Mexican girl, Dulce. She had an olive tanned tint to her skin, though she was still fairly light-skinned compared to many like her in the area. She was a bit thicker in body than the other two with larger breasts and backside. She was dressed in a long black shirt and dark blue jeans, red and black striped socks and wore a studded leather belt. Her sneakers were clearly platforms and her black hair was very rockabilly with a blonde streak that went down the right side. Next to her sat a blue-haired girl. She was dressed a bit more metal in a cropped white tank, black leather pants and very shiny metal studded belt. The last girl was a bit more punk. Her hair was long but shaved on one side. She wore a choker and a dark winged skull necklace that hovered over a bit of cleavage that was revealed by her heavily butchered band t-shirt that had the collar, sleeves, and midriff cut off. She was wearing a pair of possibly leather but most likely pleather pants that led down to a pair of Doc Martens. She also currently wearing a pair of black thick rimmed glasses. One thing she could just tell by looking at all three, they were all still very much alive. She could almost smell and hear the blood coursing through their veins. Her deep base instincts told her that they were prey.

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The girls all remained silent for the moment as they took in Sabrina's appearance and all of their eyes seemed to scan her thoroughly. Though the blue-haired and the punk girl looked at her more passively and brief, Dulce's eyes lingered more hungrily. When Sabrina was finished talking, the girl with the blue-hair approached her with a polite smile and said, "Hey! I'm Jonna, Jack... I mean Spike's sister." There was no obvious concern in her voice as if it was almost she had slipped up revealing his name on purpose. "It's nice to meet you. Sorry, what was your name again?" She put out a gentle hand for a light polite shake.

 

[RoseThorn]

Sabrina could hear the sounds of people entering the building as she showered, pausing in her efforts of cleaning herself to hear how many people and who it might be. She slowly turned off the water to hear the conversation that started upstairs and soon she could make out that it must just be Spike's roommates. They had either bad or convenient timing with her just showing up, but she hoped they liked her at least. She'd hate to be kicked out right as she showed up. She decided to focus on drying off rather than thinking about such terrible thoughts. As she walked up the steps quietly, she heard the conversation between the four people.

She had to admit that while she didn't know Spike that well, it was a blow to her ego that he didn't remember her name. She had never introduced herself to him but Mercurio had introduced them to each other when they first met. She guessed that Sabrina was a much easier name to forget over Spike, but still. She decided not to make a big deal out of it. He'd been helpful and done things he hadn't needed to because of her so not remembering her name wasn't the worst thing in the world. She walked inside to the sight of three girls she'd never seen before, giving them a polite smile each.

As one of them approached to introduce herself, she reached her own hand out to take hers. "I'm Sabrina. It's nice to meet you too, Jonna," she told her. "And it's nice to meet you two, too. Spike's told me about you. Er-" she looked to Spike then with a small smile as she tilted her head. "Do you still want me to call you that or... should I start calling you 'Jack' now too?" she asked with a bit of a teasing voice though she really did want to know the answer. She'd rather call him a name he preferred.