Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Tony turned the key in the ignition, cutting the power as he withdrew it, rather depressed at having lost. Frustrated at being played, his baby, his car was going to end up spare parts no doubt, he had spent so much time, effort and money on fixing it up, it was such a waste. Then there was his girlfriend, scratch that, after this there was no way she would still be his girlfriend after she found out what happened. Smacking his hands against the steering wheel as he looked to the side and looked to his girlfriend. “I am going to grab something to drink and some air, wait with the car.”
Getting up, he bitterly engrained the moment into his memory, the last time he would leave that drivers seat, the last time he would be behind the wheel of his beloved WRX, sure he would miss the sex and blow-jobs but really he could get that from any of the girls that watched the races, the only difference was that they aren't a regular or guaranteed thing. Closing the door behind him, sighing once the cold steel had left his fingertips, his baby was gone, why had he taunted the new comer into a pink slip race and why had he agreed to double it. Oh yes, that's right, one of his mates had egged him into it.
Throwing the keys over towards the newcomer that had beaten him. They called him V, V for Victory in this case, most however were not familiar with him enough to know that his name was Vladimir and even fewer were aware that he was a Vampire. Tony, having throwing his keys walked off, getting himself a drink just as he had told his now ex-girlfriend.
Vladimir deftly caught the keys, nodding in thanks to the beaten driver, handing the keys to one of his underlings. They would be best suited for driving it back to the garage, he still had to get his own vehicle there too. Talking to the underling, giving him specific instructions in regards to the car and the newly acquired girl, he had plans for them both and it was best that nobody accidentally screwed them up by doing something stupid.
Vladimir was of Russian decent, his English was easily understandable, his accent however was quite noticeable. Standing at 6 foot 4, he was well built, a strong wide frame perfect for manual labor, his skin was rather anemic, but most would easily have confused it for the lack of sunlight one gets from working at nights or better yet, living in a country like Russia for a while, their winters were insanely cold. He had short black hair and hazel eyes. He was hardly a metrosexual male, he did not preen himself like a woman or choose his outfits by basing them on what was fashionable or whether it matched. Vladimir was far too old for that sort of thing. He grew up in a small Russian village before the industrial age, his former life he had been a lumberjack which accounts for his muscular build.
The underling, otherwise known as Tweak did as his boss commanded, heading over to the newly acquired car, he quietly climbed inside via the drivers seat and started the car up. Quickly dropping the hand-break and taking it out of park, putting his foot on the accelerator before he even had a chance to reach for the seat belt, let alone give his passenger the heads up. Turning a corner, he finally had the time to reach up and tug on the seat belt, clipping it in before he spoke up and talked to the girl beside him before she freaked out too much.
“Your boyfriend lost his race, a double or nothing pink slip race, since he didn't have a second car well you really don't have a nice boyfriend, he sold you out quite literally but I suppose you should not be too upset, at least you were worth at least a hundred grand and not given up for a six pack and half a packet of cigarettes. No talking, no noise. You think of running and my boss will skin you alive and I am not kidding about that. Be a good girl and when we reach the garage i'll grab you a drink or some food alright.”
Getting up, he bitterly engrained the moment into his memory, the last time he would leave that drivers seat, the last time he would be behind the wheel of his beloved WRX, sure he would miss the sex and blow-jobs but really he could get that from any of the girls that watched the races, the only difference was that they aren't a regular or guaranteed thing. Closing the door behind him, sighing once the cold steel had left his fingertips, his baby was gone, why had he taunted the new comer into a pink slip race and why had he agreed to double it. Oh yes, that's right, one of his mates had egged him into it.
Throwing the keys over towards the newcomer that had beaten him. They called him V, V for Victory in this case, most however were not familiar with him enough to know that his name was Vladimir and even fewer were aware that he was a Vampire. Tony, having throwing his keys walked off, getting himself a drink just as he had told his now ex-girlfriend.
Vladimir deftly caught the keys, nodding in thanks to the beaten driver, handing the keys to one of his underlings. They would be best suited for driving it back to the garage, he still had to get his own vehicle there too. Talking to the underling, giving him specific instructions in regards to the car and the newly acquired girl, he had plans for them both and it was best that nobody accidentally screwed them up by doing something stupid.
Vladimir was of Russian decent, his English was easily understandable, his accent however was quite noticeable. Standing at 6 foot 4, he was well built, a strong wide frame perfect for manual labor, his skin was rather anemic, but most would easily have confused it for the lack of sunlight one gets from working at nights or better yet, living in a country like Russia for a while, their winters were insanely cold. He had short black hair and hazel eyes. He was hardly a metrosexual male, he did not preen himself like a woman or choose his outfits by basing them on what was fashionable or whether it matched. Vladimir was far too old for that sort of thing. He grew up in a small Russian village before the industrial age, his former life he had been a lumberjack which accounts for his muscular build.
The underling, otherwise known as Tweak did as his boss commanded, heading over to the newly acquired car, he quietly climbed inside via the drivers seat and started the car up. Quickly dropping the hand-break and taking it out of park, putting his foot on the accelerator before he even had a chance to reach for the seat belt, let alone give his passenger the heads up. Turning a corner, he finally had the time to reach up and tug on the seat belt, clipping it in before he spoke up and talked to the girl beside him before she freaked out too much.
“Your boyfriend lost his race, a double or nothing pink slip race, since he didn't have a second car well you really don't have a nice boyfriend, he sold you out quite literally but I suppose you should not be too upset, at least you were worth at least a hundred grand and not given up for a six pack and half a packet of cigarettes. No talking, no noise. You think of running and my boss will skin you alive and I am not kidding about that. Be a good girl and when we reach the garage i'll grab you a drink or some food alright.”