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Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Welcome back, I was starting to worry that something bad happened!

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

I think that means he should mention her again. :3

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

It's no biggie! :]

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Hey, @Savi, O-neg isn't a blood bag. It's the drug that Jareth synthesized using human blood. They are little red tablets that function to get vampires high. No other drugs truly work on vampires yet, that's why Jar got rich so quick, but needs Theo's strength and clout to keep his identity safe and hidden. So yeah, Jar would never offer Theo a blood bag, as he only likes to drink from the source, unless it's an emergency. Feel free to edit your post, I don't know if you'd want Theo using drugs or not. xD

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Once they finished their dance, Jar said: “I think the first thing I should do for my lovely girlfriend is buy her dinner, and then we’ll get to the celebrating part.” He winked his right eye at her. Lila agreed that she too was hungry, so they walked to the beach hut restaurant, hand-in-hand, like they weren’t exes just yesterday. It was so easy to fall back into each other, it seemed so normal, even though it had been two whole months.

They ate at the very same restaurant that Delilah had doused him in martini at the day before. “I don’t know about this, I might have PTSD.” Jar said playfully and gave her shoulders a rub to show that he was kidding. The bartender eyed them warily as they walked in, looking like a happy couple; apparently their scene yesterday wasn’t quickly forgotten. Jareth didn’t end up eating there the day before, so when he looked at the menu, he was pleasantly surprised. His vegetarianism was largely based on refusing to pay into the meat business because of the well-known cases of animal cruelty. This restaurant, however, offered local seafood, caught cruelty free from their natural environment. Hell, it was vacation, so Jar indulged in a little protein and got the catch of the day and a side salad. Lila ordered some kind of red meat dish, not that he’d judge her for it. It wasn’t really his thing to preach to others, his morals were his alone.

After enjoying their meal together, Jar and Lila took that moonlit walk along the beach. She asked how the band was doing, Jar told her about Jessie and Eric’s latest escapades, he asked about how her dog was doing, and her classes. They caught up with each other, their conversation was peppered with laughter and sighs about what they’d missed. Both of them avoided the sensitive topics, about her pregnancy and her time away, no need to ruin the mood of a good night…

“So, my place tonight?” Jar asked with a smile as their walk on the beach ended behind the condo. Delilah gave him a quick kiss on the lips, “Sounds perfect, JarBear” she said and bit her lip in anticipation. Feeling a bit like hormonal teenagers, they scampered through the hallways, stealing kisses in the privacy of the elevator , until they reached the condo door. The guys condo was quiet, Hunter hadn’t returned yet, and Grant’s door was closed. Jar assumed that he had turned in for the night, being the responsible guy Grant was. Jareth hoped they wouldn’t wake him up, but he would make no promises.

Jar closed his bedroom door behind them and smiled at Delilah liked a giddy schoolboy. This was too good to be true, he was waiting to wake up from this dream and go back to living out the nightmare. But there she was, standing in front of him, back to the door, and she was blushing? Jar reached for her face and traced the curve of her bottom lip with his thumb as he started to sing softly to her.

“Don’t you just love
the feeling of my fingertips,
circling your lips…”

Lila let out a soft moan before parting her lips and staring into his eyes with a familiar smolder. He slid his hands down her sides and around her waist so he could pull her close and sing the next verse.

“Don’t you just love
the desire taking hold of you,
I can tell you do...”

Delilah nodded her head, playing into the lyrics he sang for her. Jar moved his hands under the hem of her shirt; the heat of the touch was enough to sear their flesh. He didn’t realize until then that he had been like a man starved of food, he needed her. It didn’t matter how many girls her tried to fill the void with in Delilah’s absence, he had never had this much raw chemistry with another person before. Somewhere in their time together, desire had turned into love, and wanting her felt the same as the need to eat… or to breathe. Jar leaned against her and sang into her ear, the volume was just above a whisper, and his breath was tickly and warm.

“I know all your favorite spots,
and tonight we will connect the dots…”

**Fade to black/pm**

Cold-Blooded [Vampire RP Continuation]

Beatrix:

The hairs at the back of her neck stood up at the mere mention of wolves. Trixy held no greater hatred than that which she held towards lycanthropes. Vile beasts, devoid of morals or honor - not that she really possessed any herself - but, she abhorred them none-the-less. It was they who took the one true love of her life away, her better half, her soulmate, her sire. Francis... his face was still so fresh in her memory, a wound that never really healed, it just left her bleeding for centuries. Trixy flashed Alistair a look that showed both her discomfort and hatred of the direction the conversation was taking. If this led to having to work with the wolves, she was so out. She would rather burn her new home to the ground before commingling with mutts.

Jareth:

"60 years? Shit, I haven't even been alive that long..." Jar said in surprise, he felt like a mere child around all of the other vampires in this city. That being said, he was certain that he could match, and surpass, any of them in terms of wit. Age is just a number, after all. "Well, I'm gonna show you a real good time then. Make you forget all about that broad..." Jareth had a broad he needed to forget about too. A beautiful raven-haired broad, with skin like porcelain, and eyes like glaciers. Jar pulled out a few tabs of O-neg from his pocket and popped one in his mouth before offering one to Theo. "Pre-game?" he asked, and when Theo gave him a questioning look, he explained "Pre-game, it's like partying a little bit before going to the actual party. Gets you loosened up and stuff."

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Three! :3

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Yay, people are back! Short posts are better than no posts, plus I think Hunter will be coming to bug grant soon anyway :p

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}

Just when Jar had closed his eyes once again, a familiar voice lit up the night. Good thing he had decided to be an ass, because Delilah had seen the entire exchange with the pretty punk girl. She spoke with venom in her words, a venom that Jar recognized all too well, the same kind she had tried to poison him with in all of their fights. Some days he hated how jealous she was, sometimes it was endearing, but most days it wasn’t. Luckily, he wasn’t in a mood to be bothered today, it was vacation and he was going to damn well enjoy it.

Delilah pointed out the single tattoo she had, the grouping of five stars on her wrist that Jareth had ink on her himself. It took a lot of convincing to get Avi, the tattooist Jar apprenticed under, to let him tattoo a real person, but he managed to get permission in the end. Not only that, but Avi was impressed with his work on Delilah, impressed enough to let him try out a few other simple designs on willing customers. Once the punk girl left, thoroughly convinced that Lila was a crazy person, Lila headed over to him and sat in the beach chair beside his.

“Hey there, handsome” Delilah said in a remarkably similar fashion to the goth girl. Jar looked over at her, his eyes still a little squinty. The rays of the setting sun caught in her freshly showered hair, making her look absolutely radiant. “Did it hurt much when you fell from heaven? ‘Cause you look like a damn angel, boo.” she said in a sultry voice. Wasn’t it supposed to be his job to butter her up with awful pick-up lines? Well, she wasn’t much for following rules, not since the first night they met and she bought him a drink on her own birthday. Despite the rule-breaking, actually, because of the rule-breaking, Jar offered her a beaming smile.

“Hurt? Nah, falling is the most fun an angel can have. How else would I have found you? Plus, what we do to each other isn’t really smiled upon by ‘the big guy’.” As if Jareth had ever given a shit about what God thought, or any religion in general. If there were deities, Jar wouldn’t believe that there was only one, so he leaned more towards studying the Viking gods, albeit atheistically. Jar sat up from the chair and wiggled his brows suggestively at her. He cupped Delilah’s cheeks in his hands and kissed her lips like he’d been longing to for the past however many hours. When their lips separated and Jar opened his eyes, he spoke. “You know, we never did get to dance earlier… how about we brush up on those lessons we took?” They had taken classical dancing lessons together in an attempt to look good at her parents’ Christmas party… which turned out to be a huge failure; they hated him on sight no matter how cute he looked in his ugly sweater or how good of a dancer he had become. Lila remarked that there wasn’t music anymore, to which Jar replied “In my head, there’s always music. Just follow my lead.” Lila giggled and smiled wide when he twirled her around and danced barefoot in the sand with her.

“How’s Addy?” he asked with genuine care, although he figured she must be doing okay for Lila to be down here dancing with him.

Spring Break- from Hell. {Closed- Not accepting any more Players}