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Irvine
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- Joined
- Jan 28, 2011
A small, yellow taxi wove its way through the streets of the quiet Virginian suburb as the driver focused on returning his human cargo to her home in the urban sprawl surrounding the Nation’s Capitol. The driver of this particular cab had seen a lot of things in his days of driving a taxi around Washington DC but what he had picked up from the George Washington University had shocked him. He had been called to pick up two young people, a young medical student and her male companion; a call which one would expect from such a place.
The young woman was, admittedly, very attractive despite being more than half his age. She was tall, standing almost six feet in height with a body that he could assume drove the college boys wild. The young girl’s complexion was dark but it wasn’t unlike anything that he had really seen before. She was not African-American nor did she have the skin to really be latina. In truth, her father had been a Pacific Islander but she wouldn’t have told anyone that even if they asked because even she had never met her real father. Her legs were long and strong, visibly toned by what little he could make out through her stockings and he had looked. Her legs rose into shapely, motherly hips; the kind that could easily be described as ‘child-bearing hips’ if one used such terms. From her hips to her bust, the young woman looked to be of a healthy size. She wasn’t so thin that one could count her ribs but she didn’t have any folds forming beneath her top either. Her bust, like her hips, was large and motherly; small D-cups he guessed. Her face was round and heart-shaped with a delicate and feminine bone structure. Soulful brown eyes watched the world around her through a set of small round glasses. All of this was topped with a head of long brown hair that fell down passed her waist in one long braid. The clothes that she wore were simple. From toe to head, she wore small black loafers, matching black socks, and dark stockings that disappeared beneath the knee-length black skirt. If one were to try to peek under her skirt, they would simply be greeted by a pair of black short-shorts. That was a view that she reserved for only one man, after all. Beyond the skirt was a sleeveless black tank top that sat against her form well but did not hug it too tightly and over that she wore a thin black jacket that she had cut the sleeves from at the elbows. One might have thought her clothing style was gothic but there wasn’t any unsightly black makeup anywhere to be seen. In fact, it didn’t look like she was wearing any makeup at all.
Aside from being beautiful enough to belong in a pageant, there wasn’t anything out of place about the young woman. No, it was her companion that shocked the cab driver and rattled his nerves. He was just a few inches taller than his female companion with what the driver could tell was a sleek, toned physique. He could have easily been an athlete with a body like that. Of course, there wasn’t anything strange about that. What was unnerving was the young man’s complexion. His skin was ark, ashy, and sickly looking but he showed no signs of being ill at all; quite the contrary, he moved and acted like he was completely healthy. It was impossible to get any hints from the young man’s eyes through the dark sunglasses that he wore but beneath those shades were inhuman eyes with a solid black retina and a blood red iris. His golden blonde hair was long, the back falling down just passed his shoulders with the bangs cut just above his eyes and the sides cut at a happy medium between the two. He wore black boots, black khaki pants, and a sleeveless black top. If not for his suspicious skin tone, he would have been quite a handsome match for his female counterpart.
The young woman and the young man who the driver could only assume was her boyfriend had closed the barrier of soundproof glass between the front and back of the cab long ago so that their conversation could not be heard by their unnamed chauffeur. Some might have considered that a tad rude but their driver didn’t mind. The male genuinely concerned him and he had heard his fair share of couples getting lovey in his back seat. This was all fine with him.
“This is never going to work, Paige,” the young man’s naturally sensual voice broke the silence between them as he began to recognize their surroundings, knowing that they were drawing close. His head turned to his right to look at the woman whom he had been with for early ten years now. “While it might be fact that not Alice nor Lilly have ever laid eyes on me before, neither of them are stupid. How will you explain my skin and my eyes?”
The young woman, Paige, turned her head to return her partner’s gaze with a small and genuine smile spreading across her lips. “Mallkior, my love, we will tell them that you have a rare skin condition. Let’s consider it a close cousin to albinism; just with ashy skin, beautiful red eyes in a sea of black, and extra cartilage growth in your ears.”
“You know that I do not like this human-esque form, Paige,” the male, Mallkior, retorted with an irritated tone. “I can do without my wings; I understand their encumbrance while inside of one of these human houses but asking me to surrender my horns and my tail crosses a dangerous line.”
Paige’s smile only widened at the subtle threat which she received from her demon lover. He claimed frequently that he did not care about her when she expressed feelings of love for him but if this human disguise was truly so bad then the fact that he had assumed it was proof of his affection. “I know you, Mallkior. If I was really dancing on a dangerous line then you would punish me. I know that you do not like that form but you only have to get rid of your extra parts around my sister and mother so suck it up.”
Paige turned her attention back to the road when she finished, knowing that she had won that little exchange. She didn’t win against him often but she knew that this was over if only because she could see her childhood home up ahead. They were drawing close now and there was no more time for her lover’s lip. Fortunately for her, Mallkior was a graceful loser and he knew when he was beaten. Unfortunately for her, Mallkior was just a tad vindictive and while this battle might be over, the war was not. Paige would pay for this later and chances were, she’d enjoy it.
“It’s going to be so nice to be home,” Paige spoke again but she did not dare tear her eyes away from the house where she grew up. “Mother will be working but I think there is a chance that Lillian might be home. Do you think that she will be there to greet us?”
The male did not answer her. Despite his contempt for his situation, he knew that this was going to be an amusing reunion. Alice and Lilly had never been told about him and did not know that Paige was coming home with a man. In fact, Paige had never even had a boyfriend before. Her incubus lover had snagged her up at the ripe young age of fourteen and had not left her side since. Alice and Lillian were expecting Paige to return home alone and single like she always had.
Of course, he knew that it would be even more amusing when the two discovered that he was not human, that he was a demon. Even more still if they discovered what kind of demon. This, he knew, was an inevitability. If they did not catch a glimpse of him in his true form then they would be sure to notice that he never ate and that he never drank. That might not tell them what he is but it would make them suspicious of him and would cause them to watch him closely.
As the black-clad duo were wrapped silently in their own thoughts, the cab pulled into the drive in the front of the two-story home. Both were now wondering if little Lillian was home though for very different reasons. Paige wanted to run inside and grab her little sister for a big loving bear hug and Mallkior just wanted to see the look on her face when he walked through the door.
The young woman was, admittedly, very attractive despite being more than half his age. She was tall, standing almost six feet in height with a body that he could assume drove the college boys wild. The young girl’s complexion was dark but it wasn’t unlike anything that he had really seen before. She was not African-American nor did she have the skin to really be latina. In truth, her father had been a Pacific Islander but she wouldn’t have told anyone that even if they asked because even she had never met her real father. Her legs were long and strong, visibly toned by what little he could make out through her stockings and he had looked. Her legs rose into shapely, motherly hips; the kind that could easily be described as ‘child-bearing hips’ if one used such terms. From her hips to her bust, the young woman looked to be of a healthy size. She wasn’t so thin that one could count her ribs but she didn’t have any folds forming beneath her top either. Her bust, like her hips, was large and motherly; small D-cups he guessed. Her face was round and heart-shaped with a delicate and feminine bone structure. Soulful brown eyes watched the world around her through a set of small round glasses. All of this was topped with a head of long brown hair that fell down passed her waist in one long braid. The clothes that she wore were simple. From toe to head, she wore small black loafers, matching black socks, and dark stockings that disappeared beneath the knee-length black skirt. If one were to try to peek under her skirt, they would simply be greeted by a pair of black short-shorts. That was a view that she reserved for only one man, after all. Beyond the skirt was a sleeveless black tank top that sat against her form well but did not hug it too tightly and over that she wore a thin black jacket that she had cut the sleeves from at the elbows. One might have thought her clothing style was gothic but there wasn’t any unsightly black makeup anywhere to be seen. In fact, it didn’t look like she was wearing any makeup at all.
Aside from being beautiful enough to belong in a pageant, there wasn’t anything out of place about the young woman. No, it was her companion that shocked the cab driver and rattled his nerves. He was just a few inches taller than his female companion with what the driver could tell was a sleek, toned physique. He could have easily been an athlete with a body like that. Of course, there wasn’t anything strange about that. What was unnerving was the young man’s complexion. His skin was ark, ashy, and sickly looking but he showed no signs of being ill at all; quite the contrary, he moved and acted like he was completely healthy. It was impossible to get any hints from the young man’s eyes through the dark sunglasses that he wore but beneath those shades were inhuman eyes with a solid black retina and a blood red iris. His golden blonde hair was long, the back falling down just passed his shoulders with the bangs cut just above his eyes and the sides cut at a happy medium between the two. He wore black boots, black khaki pants, and a sleeveless black top. If not for his suspicious skin tone, he would have been quite a handsome match for his female counterpart.
The young woman and the young man who the driver could only assume was her boyfriend had closed the barrier of soundproof glass between the front and back of the cab long ago so that their conversation could not be heard by their unnamed chauffeur. Some might have considered that a tad rude but their driver didn’t mind. The male genuinely concerned him and he had heard his fair share of couples getting lovey in his back seat. This was all fine with him.
“This is never going to work, Paige,” the young man’s naturally sensual voice broke the silence between them as he began to recognize their surroundings, knowing that they were drawing close. His head turned to his right to look at the woman whom he had been with for early ten years now. “While it might be fact that not Alice nor Lilly have ever laid eyes on me before, neither of them are stupid. How will you explain my skin and my eyes?”
The young woman, Paige, turned her head to return her partner’s gaze with a small and genuine smile spreading across her lips. “Mallkior, my love, we will tell them that you have a rare skin condition. Let’s consider it a close cousin to albinism; just with ashy skin, beautiful red eyes in a sea of black, and extra cartilage growth in your ears.”
“You know that I do not like this human-esque form, Paige,” the male, Mallkior, retorted with an irritated tone. “I can do without my wings; I understand their encumbrance while inside of one of these human houses but asking me to surrender my horns and my tail crosses a dangerous line.”
Paige’s smile only widened at the subtle threat which she received from her demon lover. He claimed frequently that he did not care about her when she expressed feelings of love for him but if this human disguise was truly so bad then the fact that he had assumed it was proof of his affection. “I know you, Mallkior. If I was really dancing on a dangerous line then you would punish me. I know that you do not like that form but you only have to get rid of your extra parts around my sister and mother so suck it up.”
Paige turned her attention back to the road when she finished, knowing that she had won that little exchange. She didn’t win against him often but she knew that this was over if only because she could see her childhood home up ahead. They were drawing close now and there was no more time for her lover’s lip. Fortunately for her, Mallkior was a graceful loser and he knew when he was beaten. Unfortunately for her, Mallkior was just a tad vindictive and while this battle might be over, the war was not. Paige would pay for this later and chances were, she’d enjoy it.
“It’s going to be so nice to be home,” Paige spoke again but she did not dare tear her eyes away from the house where she grew up. “Mother will be working but I think there is a chance that Lillian might be home. Do you think that she will be there to greet us?”
The male did not answer her. Despite his contempt for his situation, he knew that this was going to be an amusing reunion. Alice and Lilly had never been told about him and did not know that Paige was coming home with a man. In fact, Paige had never even had a boyfriend before. Her incubus lover had snagged her up at the ripe young age of fourteen and had not left her side since. Alice and Lillian were expecting Paige to return home alone and single like she always had.
Of course, he knew that it would be even more amusing when the two discovered that he was not human, that he was a demon. Even more still if they discovered what kind of demon. This, he knew, was an inevitability. If they did not catch a glimpse of him in his true form then they would be sure to notice that he never ate and that he never drank. That might not tell them what he is but it would make them suspicious of him and would cause them to watch him closely.
As the black-clad duo were wrapped silently in their own thoughts, the cab pulled into the drive in the front of the two-story home. Both were now wondering if little Lillian was home though for very different reasons. Paige wanted to run inside and grab her little sister for a big loving bear hug and Mallkior just wanted to see the look on her face when he walked through the door.