A vampire's kiss

[sarafina]

Kiss of the Vampire Vampires tend to have a lot of sex appeal. It may be because eEvil Is sexy for some, but not all vampires are evil, so maybe it's because they're bad boys or sultry femme fatales. Maybe people just figure hundreds of years of practice at love making makes vampires really, really good at it. On the other hand, tThe bloodsucking may be a great fetish source, something about a quick sting of pain followed by pleasure. When a vampire is hungry and isn't quite so decent or hard up as to lower himself to only buying blood at the butcher's or trapping and draining small animals instead, their dietary supplement of preference is human blood. However, vampires can make the experience of being a drink box not just bearable, but pleasurable for the donor. ( Text from these TVTropes articles. ) Roles 1. Vampire 2. Victim Prompts 1. Willing - You're either a friend of vampire offering up a quick bite...or you know what you like and that's being a giving person. 2. Unwilling - They want your blood, but you're not up to parting with it. Can you withstand the pleasure, however? 3. Fluffy - How can you make the hungry undead warm and sweet? They could just be jaded from all the cruelty they've seen or dealt out and want something different. 4. Romantic - Is it worse to be the prey of a vampire - or their lover? At least with the latter, they'll try to treat you gently. 5. Rough - The opposite of the above; this vampire couldn't care less about you and treats you like a slab of meat. 6. Dangerous - This is no kitten you're playing with. Remember, your life hangs in the balance if they sink their fangs too far... 7. Purely Sexual - Both of you are into a little bit of bloodplay. One of you just gets dinner on the side.

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Ivar "The Boneless" Ragnarsson | Vikings

[ragnarsson]

[Prefer for him to be the vampire on this one. One old, cranky eternal teenage vampire whose bloodlust is only matched by his utter insanity.]

[filthynfine]

((cranky, bloodlust, insanity. Sounds like a typical Thursday for Kelly. Any scene preferences? She's a badass so she could be trying to hunt him.))

[ragnarsson]

[Hunting him sounds good! Let me know if this works.]

[Ivar had been around a long, long time now. To get into the quadruple digits like he had, a vampire needed to be both ruthless and smart, two qualities that Ivar had an abundance of. Being both eternally young in appearance and a cripple meant that he was often underestimated by his victims, fellow vampires, and any hunters stupid enough to cross his path.

It appeared he was going to have to deal with the latter very soon. He might have drawn just a little too much attention to himself with a string of bodies that he hadn’t bothered to hide well enough. No matter. He’d survived plenty before, so one human being no matter how clever or resourceful, wasn’t going to make that much difference to him.

He’d gone into a rough, seedy bar where the bartender had asked only once for his I.D. before being convinced with some vampiric hypnotism that he didn’t need to see any. He sat at the bar, a hand crutch that wasn’t for affectation propped up next to him. Ivar ordered a beer and drank it slowly as he waited for whoever was tracking him down to catch up to him.]

[filthyandfine]

[Yeah those bodies had caught the attention of a few people. Many of whom were too chicken shit to do anything about it. Kelly, meanwhile, wasn't about to let any rumors keep her from doing her job. Demon hunting had all but dried up. Vampire hunting was a good replacement and she was damn good at it.

She'd heard rumors about Ivar. Whispers from the people too scared to face him. After what she'd been through? She scoffed and went right to work. He'd settled at a bar he seemed to frequent and Kelly decided to make her move.

Armed with silver knives, a couple of stakes and a shotgun with silver buck shot on a sling under her leather coat, she walked up behind him.]

Things are about to get messy. Why don't we step outside to make things easy on the nice owner?

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar seemed supremely unaffected by the woman who had come up behind him. He didn’t even turn his head, instead sounding slightly bored.]

Are you sure you really want to do this? [His voice still carries a trace of the Northern European accent he’s held even after all these years. He takes a swig of his beer and finally turns to look, his eyes shockingly blue, with slightly blue sclera as well as irises. It was easy to look past the teenaged outer appearance when one looked into his eyes and saw thousands of years worth of memories in there.] Because if that’s the case, at least let me finish off my drink first. That’s only good manners. Would you like one?

[For an undead creature of the night that tended to slice throats like they were hot butter without blinking, Ivar could be surprisingly polite.]

[filthyandfine]

Yeah. I am.

[She looked wholely unimpressed by his nonchalance. He was overconfident. Every vampire she'd hunted had underestimated her. She used it to her advantage.]

Consider it a last meal.

[She crossed her arms, brown eyes meeting his blue ones.]

I don't drink with monsters.

[ragnarsson]

[He finally turns in his head and takes in the measure of the girl. She’s older than him, at least physically, but he’ll be damned if it doesn’t seem like everyone is nothing but a young pup compared to what he is now. He shrugs and turns his attention back to his drink.]
Such a shame. There’s more that are monstrous among normal men then I’ll ever be.

[The drink is polished off and he slowly stands up, using the bartop to steady himself while he grabs a hold on his hand crutch. Most people from his original era didn’t survive long with a physical disability, let alone after they became an immortal monster. But Ivar had always been stubborn and full of grit. It’s why he was alive all these centuries later.]

Alright. Let’s do this.

[filthyandfine]

[She rolls her eyes at the crack about monstrous men.]

Trust me, I know. I've seen my share of 'em. But that doesn't make you any less of a monster.

[It was useful watching him move. She'd never seen a crippled vampire before, but it couldn't have been that much of a handicap since he was still alive. She wouldn't underestimate him.

Keeping one hand on a knife, she followed him out.]

I take it I'm not the first hunter who's come after you.

[ragnarsson]

[The bad limp he has isn't an exaggeration at all. Humanity only really started to be able to treat brittle bone disease in the last fifty years or so and Ivar had been living with the condition for over a thousand years by now. He turns to face her, leaning hard on the crutch in his right hand.]

Not the first and you won't be the last. I've been having hunters come after me since Alfred the Great was on the throne of England. He was a close personal friend.

[Though he had doubts as to if the girl would even know who that was. But the point was that hunters had been thinking a crippled teenage vampire an easy mark for centuries now. Yet Ivar would never allow himself to be taken down that easily. He was only going to die when he was good and ready.]

[filthynfine]

[She raises an eyebrow.]

Is that supposed to impress me? 'Cause I couldn't care less.

[He looks weak, but she knows that looks can be deceiving, especially for vampires. So she's not about to make the same mistake she knew other hunters had. Without any further ado, she draws her gun and fires. What? He wanted warning?]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar waits to see what she will do. He isn’t disappointed when she suddenly pulls out a gun and fires on him. But by the time the bullet reaches where he’s supposed to be standing, Ivar has moved. Not a dramatic distance, mind you, just a few feet to the left, barely anything at all. He just looks a bit bored by the whole thing.]

Come now, that can’t be all you’ve got.

[filthyandfine]

Mother fucker.

[She narrows her eyes, glaring at him. Fucking vampires. If he's going to be a dick she's going to make what was left of his life as miserable as possible. She squeezed off several shots rapidfire, aiming at him, where she guessed he might move, and at his good knee.]

[ragnarsson]

[Ivar isn’t expecting her to have as good an aim as she does. While he’s able to avoid most of her shots, one of them does wing his good leg.]

Ow. [He looks down at the leg she winged and back up with an expression of great annoyance on his face.] Now that actually hurt.

[He moves again, and this time, he’s just a blur as he moves towards her. Right before he gets to her, he reaches out to try and wrench the wrist of the hand holding the gun.]

[filthyandfine]

[Ha! It's only one shot but it's a start. She smirks at him. ]

That's the point, dumbass.

[She takes aim, but as she fires he seems to disappear. No, not disappear. Just move faster than her eyes can follow. She might be a stone cold badass, but she's still human. He easily catches and wrenches her wrist. She hisses in pain.] Fuck! [The gun clatters to the ground. Despite the pain, she reaches for the silver knife on her leg, aiming to draw it and stab him. ]

[ragnarsson]

[Alright, now that he's gotten the gun away from her, maybe he can get this crazy broad to listen to some reason.]

Listen to m-- [Then he's trying to avoid the knife she just brought out, taking a few hobbling steps backwards so that he doesn't get his face or hands sliced up, and being forced to let go of her wrist in the process. Well, he'll give her one thing. She's certainly persistent.]

[filthyandfine]

Why? So you can beg for your life?

[Kelly steps forward again, following him. Confident she has the upper hand, she lunges forward, stabbing at him. ]

[ragnarsson]

You’ll never get me to beg for my life, girl.

[This is what he gets for trying to be nice. Sigh. Well, nothing to do but end this quickly. He waits for her to come at him again with the knife, this time intent on just grabbing the blade itself. A risky move, yes, but less so when he has super speed on his side.]