A dim yellow bulb flickered in and out randomly with a hissing, buzzing noise. Dangling from a rusty fixture, its shade was bent down, blocking light from reaching very far down the row of adjacent loading docks. It and the moon above were the only light illuminating the trash strewn dock at the end. A group of three stood in a shadowed recess, in front of a closed roll up door. They spoke quietly, glancing around nervously. One man pulled out a cigarette and the flame from his lighter illuminated his face momentarily. A haze of smoke drifted up as they passed the cig around.
Crouching down on the rooftop across from them Amberelle was silently studying them. 'Gang members? Drug dealers? Thieves? I wonder which these punks are.' She tapped a finger against her pursed lips as she pondered. She raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly as a black car came creeping down the alley with its headlights turned off.
The three men quickly produced guns from inside their jackets and when the car stopped at the dock with a faint metallic whine one of them crouched down, braced a hand on the edge and hopped down into the pit. The car's two occupants climbed out, glancing around. The driver had a small uzi in one hand, the passenger was speaking into a cell phone, carrying a backpack. He walked around and stepped down the ramp towards the other group.
Amberelle grinned and pulled some leather gloves from her pocket. She strapped them on quietly, watching the exchange below her. From a pocket she pulled a silencer out and screwed it onto her gun then slipped it back into place. She stepped off the roof and with a little flip landed silently in the alley.
Crouched, she creeped up on the other side of the parked car. She could hear the two men talking in the pit, greeting one another and laughing. Up on the dock the two were keeping watch. She grinned and her extended fangs gleemed in the moonlight. Quietly she made her way around the front of the car and up next to the driver. Looking up at him completely unaware, she couldn't keep from smiling some.
Standing, she grabbed the wrist holding his uzi and her left arm came around and she clamped her hand over his mouth. Before he could really react she was squeezing his wrist so hard he held the gun too loosely to shoot and she was muffling his grunts and cried for help with her gloved hand. His free hand moved to hers, trying to uncover his mouth. He struggled, he was strong she realized, but she was stronger and she drug him quickly around to the other side of the car. She tripped him and he smashed face first into the concrete with her landing on top of him, pinning him. When he fell the gun had slid away from his limp hand with only a faint clatter so she didn't worry about being heard. Using the hand over his mouth she jerked his head to the side to expose the side of his neck. He kicked and smacked at her, trying to buck her off to no avail. She leaned in and whispered into his ear, breathing on it warmly.
Tonight, you die. You can go painfully or with sweet bliss.. your choice.
His response was a muffled but distinct 'fuck you bitch'. She sighed and tsked softly.
The world is filled with masochists. No one ever wants to go blissfully.
She leaned in and bit down into his neck, roughly, and could feel her fangs tear into him. His attempted screams, the adrenaline rush coursing through him, the feel of a man writhing under her, the crimson ambrosia pouring into her mouth.. so many sensations rushed through her and filled her with pleasure. Her pulse pounded. She sucked greedily at the wound, her own moans lost against his neck.
It would have been so easy to become lost in the tide of warmth rushing over her, a heat coiling in her stomach and radiating outwards.. but she knew in the back of her mind there was still danger, and with a small whimper Amberelle pulled her mouth from his neck. He was still now, either passed out from pain or shock she figured. With effort she tore her eyes away from the glittering red blood pouring out of him now to pool around him.
There was still more food to be had, and she wiped her mouth. She grabbed the uzi and turned her glittering gold eyes to the dock once more.
Working up an appetite (lock pls)
Amberelle had walked for several blocks now, moving at a leisurely pace. The night was young, the sun had recently set but its heat lingered in the air. The streets around her were becoming less populated, those still out moved about in a hurry to be done with their business and on the way. These were areas people did not linger in after dark. At least not those with good intentions.
There was a soft breeze that every now and then would flutter the bottom of the midnight blue leather duster she was wearing. The steel toed military boots she wore were soft soled, mat black with dark blue laces. Her long legs were encased in soft leather pants in a the same hue as the duster, tightly laced up the sides. An oversized belt rested just above her hips, woven black nylon with large mat black steel gromets around the center. Her top was also in the blue leather, a corset style vest that buckled up the front, and was fastened up to just under her clevage.
Amberelle paused, patting the glock she wore tucked into a holster at the small of her back, and shifted her katana and wakizashi to her sides, clipping the sheaths onto the belt.
She sniffed the air, picking through the scents for a fresh one. She smiled, fangs extended. Tonight, she would hunt.
(OOC : That's her 'work' clothes y'all 
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Amberelle DeEspionne
18 years ago
Amberelle DeEspionne
18 years ago
Amberelle popped the clip out of the uzi and made sure it was full. She snapped it back into place and switched the gun from full auto to bursts. Peering through the car's windows she watched the two below who seemed to be finishing their transaction. The sounds of zippers closing, laughter and farewells drifted over to her. The two men shook hands and the passenger turned back towards the car.
She shifted the gun to her left hand and drew her katana. Adrenaline was racing through her, her fangs seemed to pulse with every second passing. She took a slow breath, the exhaled air fogged the side of the car window slightly but did not block her view. As she watched, the two from above hopped down to join their companion, laughing and high fiving one another with huge grins. The man had taken two, maybe three steps towards the car and stopped, glancing around sharply. She shifted her weight and started around the front of the car. keeping low.
Hey Lou, where the hell are.. shhhiiit!
As soon as he started speaking she rose, gun pointed at him and started sprinting towards him. She was on him so fast he hadn't even managed to draw his weapon. She smashed her gun into his face and the force spun him around almost 3 times before his unconscious form crumpled onto the ground.
Shouts and curses came from the three down the ramp from her. Amby grinned. They were pinned between her and the high loading dock. She dropped down into a crouch, one leg extended out to her side as they started firing. She swung her uzi around and took a second to aim. Her first burst sliced though the front one's knee, sending him screaming to the ground, clutching his leg.
One of them pulled out another machine gun and started spraying bullets towards her. Several whizzed past her, barely missing. Amberelle felt her stomach lurch. If there was one thing she never wanted to feel again, it was being shot. Too many memories... Her fangs bared and she hissed, turning her gun to him and pumping two bursts into his chest. He fell backwards and was still. She rose and walked slowly down the ramp. The third one had managed to jump up and was pulling himself up onto the dock above. She watched.
Going somewhere? she asked him, amusement in her voice.
He spun around, and his pistol pointed at her. You damn cunt, now you're fucking dead. Smug, he grinned at her.
She leveled her gun and him and grinned back. Drop the gun and I'll.. be gentle. She arched an eyebrow at him suggestively. When he shifted his weight to fire she jumped, dropped the uzi, grabbed the edge of the dock and swung up in front of him. The katana flashed as she sliced his hand causing him to drop his gun and scream. He backed away, bumping into the steel door behind him. Pressing the sword's tip to his throat she grinned again.
How about I give you a chance? Try to run.. She turned the katana away and sheathed it. Go on.. run. If you can get away, you live.
She loved playing with her food sometimes..
She shifted the gun to her left hand and drew her katana. Adrenaline was racing through her, her fangs seemed to pulse with every second passing. She took a slow breath, the exhaled air fogged the side of the car window slightly but did not block her view. As she watched, the two from above hopped down to join their companion, laughing and high fiving one another with huge grins. The man had taken two, maybe three steps towards the car and stopped, glancing around sharply. She shifted her weight and started around the front of the car. keeping low.
Hey Lou, where the hell are.. shhhiiit!
As soon as he started speaking she rose, gun pointed at him and started sprinting towards him. She was on him so fast he hadn't even managed to draw his weapon. She smashed her gun into his face and the force spun him around almost 3 times before his unconscious form crumpled onto the ground.
Shouts and curses came from the three down the ramp from her. Amby grinned. They were pinned between her and the high loading dock. She dropped down into a crouch, one leg extended out to her side as they started firing. She swung her uzi around and took a second to aim. Her first burst sliced though the front one's knee, sending him screaming to the ground, clutching his leg.
One of them pulled out another machine gun and started spraying bullets towards her. Several whizzed past her, barely missing. Amberelle felt her stomach lurch. If there was one thing she never wanted to feel again, it was being shot. Too many memories... Her fangs bared and she hissed, turning her gun to him and pumping two bursts into his chest. He fell backwards and was still. She rose and walked slowly down the ramp. The third one had managed to jump up and was pulling himself up onto the dock above. She watched.
Going somewhere? she asked him, amusement in her voice.
He spun around, and his pistol pointed at her. You damn cunt, now you're fucking dead. Smug, he grinned at her.
She leveled her gun and him and grinned back. Drop the gun and I'll.. be gentle. She arched an eyebrow at him suggestively. When he shifted his weight to fire she jumped, dropped the uzi, grabbed the edge of the dock and swung up in front of him. The katana flashed as she sliced his hand causing him to drop his gun and scream. He backed away, bumping into the steel door behind him. Pressing the sword's tip to his throat she grinned again.
How about I give you a chance? Try to run.. She turned the katana away and sheathed it. Go on.. run. If you can get away, you live.
She loved playing with her food sometimes..
Amberelle DeEspionne
18 years ago
Look lady, just.. just.. take the cash, yeah you can have it OK? Just.. let me go, OK? Please... come ON.. The man begging for his life in front of her was probably about her age, Amberelle guessed. He was a little dirty, dressed in what seemed the standard street thug uniform of too big jeans, t-shirt, jacket and backwards turned baseball hat. He started pulling off gold rings and tossing them down, then a watch. As he pleaded he was trying to slowly slide to the side.
Amby put her hand on her hip, and smiled at the man. She knew her fangs were prominent right now and grinned extra wide to show them off. In a town as filled with vampires as this one, street myths and rumors had to circulate. Her hunch proved correct. His manner went from nervous to terrified. His eyes widened, his head began to shake side to side and he stuttered and stammered. He went to bolt, as she'd expected.
As he brushed past her, she grabbed a handful of his jacket and jerked him backwards. Turning as she did, she brought her heel down on the back of one of his knees hard and heard a snap. He fell, howling and bent to clutch his knee. Looking over his shoulder at her seemed to jolt him back to his situation and the thug began to crawl. She step-hopped to the other side of him and kicked him down into the loading pit. He fell and landed with a thud and a moan.
She jumped down following him and kicked him in the gut hard. Glancing out of the corner of her eye she saw the wounded one had crawled over to the passenger she'd knocked out and was trying to pull himself past the man and to the car.
Stay! She told the one at her feet and walked over following the bloody trail. The smell filled the air and whetted her appetite. She grabbed him by the waistband of his jeans and tugged him backwards, lifting him up. One arm wrapped around to hold him, the other grabbed his jaw and pulled his head to the side painfully, exposing his neck. She turned him around to face his companion who was watching, frozen. His eyes widened as her mouth opened and she sank her teeth into the one she was holding.
Their screams mixed as her eyes fluttered closed with the sharp flood of blood into her mouth. His pulse was racing, it practically sprayed in. She drank deep and hard as he struggled despite the agony. Amberelle swayed as she stood there holding him, drinking the life from him in gulps of liquid pleasure. The heat filled her again and the deepest parts of her throbbed with it. He went limp in her arms now, moaning and whimpering softly before becoming unconscious.
She dropped him, licking her lips and opened her eyes. They were like glowing gold jems, and she bent down to pick up the other man at her feet. His face was smashed, bleeding everywhere. She carried him over and dropped him just inside the pit, then picked up the crying and sobbing one at the end.
Do you like to watch? Or should I kill you next? Her voice was thick, with pleasure and she was swaying, a little light headed from the rush of blood flowing through her. She smashed him sideways against the cement wall and heard a crunch as his shoulder broke. He tried to scream but it was only a whimper.
She dropped him with a shrug and picked back up the unconscious one by the hair, her other hand steadied him. She bit into him and drank slower now, the initial frenzy of the first few feedings faded. Now she savored the warm coppery liquid as she drank. Too soon it began to slow as did his breathing. She dropped him before he passed.[/i]
It's time now. Stand up like a man you maggot. Amberelle grabbed him up and shoved him backwards against the wall. She made a disgusted face at the streams of tears, spit and snot covering his face and spun him around to press him into the wall, leaning into him. She pressed against him and whispered in his ear, This is going to hurt... a lot.
Pushing into him she jerked his head to the side and bit him deep. The built up terror was like a hard kick to her guts, endorphins filled the sweet red vitae and she slurped, drinking and moaning as she could feel it burn through her. As he convulsed she lapped at the wound, savoring the last bits that flowed from him before he collapsed, completely drained.
Amberelle sighed contently, turning to let him crumple and leaned against the side for support. Her knees were weak and she was on fire, the nourishing blood both re-energizing and relaxing her.
After a few seconds she straightened and went about slitting their throats, grabbed up the two backpacks and hopped into the car. It started right up and she cranked the radio, peeling out.
The black car roared down the alleyways and finally out onto the street almost running a couple of prostitutes over, who screamed at shook fists at her. As she jammed along she unzipped the bags, smiling at the one stuffed with wrapped hundreds. The second one with its bags of tightly wrapped white powder bricks just made her shrug. She turned down a street and slowed to a less noticable speed.
Making sure no one was around she turned down the alley behind the local precint and tossed the bag out the window into the police station's dumpster. Giggling to herself she drove another block or two and parked, then walked across the lot to her own waiting car. She climbed in, slumped down in the seat and sighed happily. She was practically purring as she drove leisurely away.
Amby put her hand on her hip, and smiled at the man. She knew her fangs were prominent right now and grinned extra wide to show them off. In a town as filled with vampires as this one, street myths and rumors had to circulate. Her hunch proved correct. His manner went from nervous to terrified. His eyes widened, his head began to shake side to side and he stuttered and stammered. He went to bolt, as she'd expected.
As he brushed past her, she grabbed a handful of his jacket and jerked him backwards. Turning as she did, she brought her heel down on the back of one of his knees hard and heard a snap. He fell, howling and bent to clutch his knee. Looking over his shoulder at her seemed to jolt him back to his situation and the thug began to crawl. She step-hopped to the other side of him and kicked him down into the loading pit. He fell and landed with a thud and a moan.
She jumped down following him and kicked him in the gut hard. Glancing out of the corner of her eye she saw the wounded one had crawled over to the passenger she'd knocked out and was trying to pull himself past the man and to the car.
Stay! She told the one at her feet and walked over following the bloody trail. The smell filled the air and whetted her appetite. She grabbed him by the waistband of his jeans and tugged him backwards, lifting him up. One arm wrapped around to hold him, the other grabbed his jaw and pulled his head to the side painfully, exposing his neck. She turned him around to face his companion who was watching, frozen. His eyes widened as her mouth opened and she sank her teeth into the one she was holding.
Their screams mixed as her eyes fluttered closed with the sharp flood of blood into her mouth. His pulse was racing, it practically sprayed in. She drank deep and hard as he struggled despite the agony. Amberelle swayed as she stood there holding him, drinking the life from him in gulps of liquid pleasure. The heat filled her again and the deepest parts of her throbbed with it. He went limp in her arms now, moaning and whimpering softly before becoming unconscious.
She dropped him, licking her lips and opened her eyes. They were like glowing gold jems, and she bent down to pick up the other man at her feet. His face was smashed, bleeding everywhere. She carried him over and dropped him just inside the pit, then picked up the crying and sobbing one at the end.
Do you like to watch? Or should I kill you next? Her voice was thick, with pleasure and she was swaying, a little light headed from the rush of blood flowing through her. She smashed him sideways against the cement wall and heard a crunch as his shoulder broke. He tried to scream but it was only a whimper.
She dropped him with a shrug and picked back up the unconscious one by the hair, her other hand steadied him. She bit into him and drank slower now, the initial frenzy of the first few feedings faded. Now she savored the warm coppery liquid as she drank. Too soon it began to slow as did his breathing. She dropped him before he passed.[/i]
It's time now. Stand up like a man you maggot. Amberelle grabbed him up and shoved him backwards against the wall. She made a disgusted face at the streams of tears, spit and snot covering his face and spun him around to press him into the wall, leaning into him. She pressed against him and whispered in his ear, This is going to hurt... a lot.
Pushing into him she jerked his head to the side and bit him deep. The built up terror was like a hard kick to her guts, endorphins filled the sweet red vitae and she slurped, drinking and moaning as she could feel it burn through her. As he convulsed she lapped at the wound, savoring the last bits that flowed from him before he collapsed, completely drained.
Amberelle sighed contently, turning to let him crumple and leaned against the side for support. Her knees were weak and she was on fire, the nourishing blood both re-energizing and relaxing her.
After a few seconds she straightened and went about slitting their throats, grabbed up the two backpacks and hopped into the car. It started right up and she cranked the radio, peeling out.
The black car roared down the alleyways and finally out onto the street almost running a couple of prostitutes over, who screamed at shook fists at her. As she jammed along she unzipped the bags, smiling at the one stuffed with wrapped hundreds. The second one with its bags of tightly wrapped white powder bricks just made her shrug. She turned down a street and slowed to a less noticable speed.
Making sure no one was around she turned down the alley behind the local precint and tossed the bag out the window into the police station's dumpster. Giggling to herself she drove another block or two and parked, then walked across the lot to her own waiting car. She climbed in, slumped down in the seat and sighed happily. She was practically purring as she drove leisurely away.