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Jul 27, 2008 20:37:18 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 27, 2008 20:37:18 GMT -8
Russia wasn't the coldest country in the world, but it had the coldest heart, the purest winter in its veins. Russia was a nation of frost without fire, and that appealed to Jakob, sometimes.
Jakob Mueller, Lamia Prince - nay, Lamia King, was at home. The home: in the heart of Old Moscow, a building that used to be owned and maintained by one of the Decemberists. Russian aristocracy seriously knew how to live back in the day, that Jakob will give them: vast, vast space and soaring walls and domed ceilings and dramatic doorways and windows and a core of darkness.
And what was Jakob Mueller, whose blood was the purest, whose joy in the kill and the hunt was the sweetest, whose laugh was famous for how quickly it could get a woman to whip off her panties (or a man to do the equivalent), doing in his home?
Well, they had names. Tanya and Tatyana. They were cute. Redheads. A matching set. He was thinking about keeping them, maybe. For now, they were getting themselves ready in the bedroom, and Jakob was pouring a stiff drink at the bar. He quirked his lips in easy (but - vaguely unsettling, maybe a little cruel-looking) humor and lifted his chin to acknowledge...
The vampire sitting on his couch; a friend, looked surly, looked gorgeous, looked like a native with hair as white as frost and eyes as blue as ice.
There was music, too. Of course. Only the best sound system for Jakob.
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Plowed
Jul 27, 2008 21:01:18 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 27, 2008 21:01:18 GMT -8
A very large Nightworld male went crashing though the wall of what Eleanor Frost knew to be Jakob's not so humble abode. The vampire had, of course, been thrown by her own hand, and she followed him in, wielding an ax so large that it even took her a little effort to use it ((imagine this, now,hehehe)).
She continued to smash through walls until she found her target. Jakob was standing at what looked like a bar, and there was another vampire across from him on the couch. She thought she heard the distant giggles of two more females. Pah. This was going to be fun.
"Good day!" she started enthusiastically, jumping unto the back of her vampire prisoner, and flattening him to the floor, "Are you Jakob --Jake? can I call ya Jake? Oh, good. So you're Jake then. Well, Jake, I need some transportation back to Vegas because I need to get the hell up out of here now." she didn't tell him she was working for Seth. She'd bring that up if he gave her any trouble. Or maybe she'd rough him up a little first..
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Jul 27, 2008 21:23:04 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 27, 2008 21:23:04 GMT -8
Jakob's expression is a work of art. Eloquent of: what the fuck. He looks unhappy, and by unhappy, we mean he looks furious. There's a way that his eyes darken, just so, which means trouble for somebody else.
And there's Frost, standing on top of some vampire, with a huge axe in her hand. Jakob doesn't know Frost personally; Jakob's heard of her, of course, but he hasn't connected anything he's heard with what he's seeing now.
There's a brief silence. During the silence, Jakob looks Frost up, and Jakob looks Frost down. Jakob looks Frost completely naked, and then? Then the bastard smiles that lopsided smile -- rogue's smile, pirate's smile, cruel as only nature is -- of his at Frost.
All cooperation is Jakob. "Transportation? Right. Of course. C'mere; I'll take you downstairs." He wipes his hands (which are covered in little shards of glass, alcohol laced with blood) on his pants and comes out from around the bar. He and the other vampire -- the one with frost-blond hair, ice-blue eyes -- exchange a glance. "This way."
And he lopes across the room to open a door -- to POINTEDLY open a door -- for Frost.
"Down there, beautiful."
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Jul 27, 2008 21:32:16 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 27, 2008 21:32:16 GMT -8
"Yes, that's lovely, you first Jake." she says with a brilliant smile, gesturing him first, "As you can see, I have some luggage here, so I'll just be a moment getting it all picked up."
She tilted her head down now, addressing the man under her, "Now you can come with me willingly or I can pop one of your testicles. Your choice." she said all this in an extremely pleasant voice before turning her attention back to Jake, "Alright, this should be pretty smooth."
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Jul 27, 2008 21:40:48 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 27, 2008 21:40:48 GMT -8
"Oh nonononono," Jakob said, practically tsking. The smile was still there. Just the barest hint of it. The devil could probably look like that: innocent, but still the devil. "Beauty first. A gentleman never proceeds a lady into a room." He put a hand over his heart, still holding the door. "I would hate -- nay! loathe -- to treat you as anything less than a lady."
The frost-haired, ice-eyed vampire re-settles on the couch -- the way a cat who has been startled resettles into position -- and rolls his eyes, hiding said roll behind a magazine he's picked up.
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Jul 27, 2008 21:47:10 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 27, 2008 21:47:10 GMT -8
"Yes, fine." she said finally, "Scoot, dude, or your testes are as good as gone." the vampire rose and preceded her into the room, but she was just behind because if he died, she would be in trouble.
She was almost hoping for a reason to beat this arrogant bastard up, but business came first. They could play later..
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Jul 27, 2008 21:56:32 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 27, 2008 21:56:32 GMT -8
He followed. Eleanor didn't hear him follow; he was quiet. He didn't try to be quiet; there was none of that -- learned stealthiness -- that made vampires had. He'd been born able to move this way; he'd never, not even for a day, had a moment when his movements weren't sinuous grace, when he wasn't on top of the world, on top of his game.
So. Frost's victim. Frost. Jakob. They descend down stairs. Old, old stairs. Down, down down into the basement. Part of the reason Jakob bought this particular house way back when was because it went right down into Old Moscow, the old and forgotten city beneath Moscow, where there were actual streets and actual houses that'd just fallen into the underbelly. Great place to keep wine. And bodies. And -- well, to just have fun. The whole place is redolent of blood and...well, spices.
Jakob likes to live it up.
Once they reach the lowest level, Jakob lopes -- he's all lankiness, mind. Maybe too quick, but he's trying to keep his reflexes at a "normal" level -- ahead of Frost and the other vampire. He frowns at the floor, taps it with his foot. Walks a little further, taps that with his foot, too.
Then he looks over his shoulder at her. His eyes? Are cold, but also rather rich with amusement. The amusement is underneath the "innocence".
"Right here," he says. "Just start diggin' away with your axe. Should get to Vegas if you keep a straight course. Glad to help you, strange crazy woman who destroyed my house. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a set of twins waiting for me..."
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Jul 27, 2008 22:13:26 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 27, 2008 22:13:26 GMT -8
Throwing a look that plainly said 'STAY.' at her captive, she walked right back up to Jakob, making sure to make as much noise as possible with her feel and bashed him in the head with the butt of her huge ax.
"Well, sure I'll start digging. But it won't be to get to Vegas. It'll be somewhere to stick your- I SAID STAY THERE!" she yelled at her captive which had started to move away.
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Jul 27, 2008 22:38:03 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 27, 2008 22:38:03 GMT -8
He didn't bother to dodge. He was too damned pleased with himself. See? See that devil's glint in his eye? See? See that twist to his mouth? Also, he was curious to see whether she'd actually --
Yeah. She did it. Jakob's head rocks back. Hold, for a second. Unnatural angle. Then: snap back. There's a little fork of blood on his forehead. He puts a hand up, touches it with a finger. That was one big axe, and Frost? Frost had a damned good arm. He touches the blood to his tongue.
Then he smirks. "Oh, baby," he says. Quicker-than-a-blink reaches out: grabs her wrist: snaps it. She'll heal if she's a vampire worth his time. "You wanna play tonsil hockey? Why didn't you say so? I can squeeze you in -- " And because it's Jakob, he doesn't hit her again. He waits to react to whatever she does next. " -- between the twins. If you ask real sweetly..."
"I can maybe help you control your animal there. Black roses, huh?"
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Jul 28, 2008 8:44:14 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 28, 2008 8:44:14 GMT -8
Frost's lips curved into an evil smile -- the first glimpse of her actual self today -- as she slides her wrist from his grip, resets it quickly, and then punches him with the hand attached to it. Right in the nose.
"Best to get my anger out on your face, Jake, the body looks too good to waste." she used his tiny moment of distraction to push him back..back..back aaaall the way to the stairs, and on to them. Of course, this whole movement only took about as long as he was distracted with his nose.
On the stairs, she climbed nimbly on top of him so that their bodies were touching from top to bottom, and whispered in his ear, "I'm not someone that you squeeze in. I'm someone you clear your schedule for."
And with that, she hopped up, and bounced back up the stairs, pointedly making lots of noise again. Her prisoner would either wait for her, or she'd catch him again, but right now she needed a damn drink. So, she strode to the bar, and forgoing the glass, just grabbed a bottle of something with a nice color. She wasn't picky..
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Jul 28, 2008 18:45:07 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 28, 2008 18:45:07 GMT -8
Well, well, well. Jakob is arrogance. Not as arrogant as his brother, perhaps. But still: arrogance. And it might've seemed difficult to imagine him growing any more arrogant -- and yet, that's just what happens.
Frost catches him offguard in that one little split instant. He'll give her this much: she's fast, for a made vampire. So Frost gets him laid out on the stairs and then literally presses herself against him, the flap of an envelope to an envelope.
Confirmation. Confirmation that strange women would literally crawl up his junk. It's good to be him.
So this is how it works. He begins to smile -- his cruel, thin and slow smile. The smile that's all lopsided and dark. That smile. He begins to smile when Frost whispers in his ear, and when she jumps up and speeds back to the upperworld, he chuckles.
"Well now, I wouldn't go quite that far..."
But she's already up above, and the other vampire, the frost-haired, blue-eyed one who we will now name Ink short for Ilya sort of looks vastly surprised to see her again. And Jakob's bar is well-stocked, indeed.
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Jul 28, 2008 19:38:01 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 28, 2008 19:38:01 GMT -8
Frost took her bottle of pretty amber colored liquid and plopped down on the couch next to the other vampire, sprawling easily.
"Well I don't expect we'll be here long," she said conversationally, knowing that if Jakob wanted to listen, he would easily be able to hear her, "He said something about twins, and I, personally, think he would be much more personable after a whole twenty minutes of sex. Just imagine the happiness it must give him to be able to double his usual..."
Yeah, she knew she was being a shit, but meh, she was enjoying herself. She just couldn't bring herself to mention Seth and ruin all the fun...yet.
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Jul 29, 2008 21:39:02 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 21:39:02 GMT -8
Ilya eyes Frost askance. He demands: "Do you even know who Jakob is?" That's right; every celebrity has to have their hangers on; every aristocrat, every piece of royalty, has to have its sycophants. Ilya, clearly, is a sycophant as well as a friend. His smile is sharp, but he's really -- aghast.
Meanwhile, Jakob had chuckled; chuckles. He chuckles, and the sound is husk, low fire, smoke. He chuckles, and rubs his hand down his face, keeping it over his eyes. He opens his fingers a crack to watch the vampire Frost was taking in, all fueled by desperation, try to figure out some way out of this mess.
"Here now," he says. "There's a passageway to your left. Take that for about five miles and you can climb right up and out into the city. Try not to get caught, huh? Go on before I kill you."
Jakob isn't really into taking people prisoner. He sounds like a fond older brother as he speaks, even. Then? Why, then he jumps to his feet. Quick, too limber -- grace. And he, noiseless as he always is, ascends to find Frost and Ilya cosying up on the couch.
Maaaaybe he hadn't heard her crack, what with him being busily giving her prisoner a chance to escape.
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Jul 29, 2008 21:58:50 GMT -8
Post by titan on Jul 29, 2008 21:58:50 GMT -8
"Well!" Frost says, draping a leg over Ink, a lazy smile spreading her face, "Welcome back! Whitey here was just telling me about your ten minute sexual encounters. Seems to think that twenty minutes is long for you. 'Now, maybe he's just a busy man,' I said, but he insisted that it was just the way you are."
Despite the fact that Frost's breath was redolent of the alcohol that she'd been consuming, she was fully alert, and not the least bit intoxicated. Part of her wanted to see how far she could push Jakob and part of her -- a smaller more impish part --wanted to see if it would end up in really good sex. Either way, she was pretty sure that her prisoner would need to be recaptured. Might as well have some fun.
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Jul 29, 2008 22:18:15 GMT -8
Post by shinigami on Jul 29, 2008 22:18:15 GMT -8
Jakob leaned up against the couch. Art? Yes. Work of art. Because he's so damned languid when he does it. Even most vampires can only dream about moving like that. He cocked an eyebrow. He gave Frost a look. Oh, yes. A look. His gaze moved to include Ilya (Ink) in the look.
Then: smug. "You've known me for less than five minutes; already you're pumping my friends for information on my sex life?" Beat. "Darlin', the only one you have to pump is me." Damn, the bastard even manages to look soulful. "I'm informative. Promise."
And he winks, reaching out to chuck Frost under the chin.
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