Vampire Hunter School Thinger

Dominiq frowned softly, then snorted, rolling his eyes. "Maybe I should just accompany you." he said, tilting his head.

"I don't know, Jem.. I think anywhere you go is about the same.. If they can infiltrate this place, then they can get anywhere.. If you wish to stay here, I can try to set things up as best I can to protect us, and if you go, I'm sending a hell hound with you."

Drake sighed softly, nuzzling his brother again. "Maybe.. we should stay here for a little bit.. until we decide.." He pouted some, trying to collect himself. Dawhs. "I'd like to see daddy... whenever you're ready."

(xD)

"Noooo!" Natrix protested, frowning, "Work and play, in that order, I swear!" He told his brother. Heh.

"Alright...We can stay here... And I guess I'm as ready as I ever will be to see him," he whispered, biting down on his lip as he did so.

Dominiq shook his head. "Hm, thank you, Natrix, I'd love to come with you." He rose, moving to his brother. He patted him on the shoulder then transported them both to Dracula's home. He'd let Natrix have his fun, he guessed, but he'd focus on finding out things.

Drake nodded, as did Lucifer, whom led them into the library. He frowned softly, figuring that they wouldn't like the scene. Maybe they should've cleaned up a little. The devil blinked, and the seeped into the floor, fading from view. That was all he could do to make it look better. ".. Over here.." he said, leading the boys on. He halted a few feet from the body, feeling Drake shaking between them. Poor things...

Natrix groaned a little, hanging his head with a sigh, the male rubbed the back of his neck as he did so.

Jem rubbed his brother's back, trying to comfort him, he swallowed a hard lump in is throat as he did so.

(When I was drunk I started writing this story about how Natrix and Bella Donna kidnapped Ira and Trowa. XD *Apparently had the intention of making it hardcore and very inappropriate* In it, Bella Donna was a transsexual.

Another time I got drunk I wrote one about Bek and Ada, suicide angels. But that one was soft core. xD)

Drake broke free, dropping to his knees beside his dear dead father. "Oh, daddy.." he whimpered, wrapping his arms around the corpse. "Why?" He finally broke down, burying face in his chest. Aw.

Lucifer frowned softly at the boy, rubbing Jem's back as he watched Drake. "Mm." he murmured.

(ROFL. XD That's fucking hilarious. And disturbing.. but very hilarious. XDD That'd be an interesting occurrence. o3o

Aww~ I like your suicide angels. Even though you've only ever used one on here, lol.)

Jem stayed by his grandfather, not wishing to touch, or even be near his father's corpse. He hated to see him there like that. The young man grit his teeth, "I have to go... I can't stay here..." He whispered, pressing the palm of his hand to his face and rushing for the door, not wanting anyone to see him break down.

(I kinda wished I had finished it to see what would have happened. XD

Yeah. Did you want to read that one? It's not too bad like the other one was gonna be. XD

I apparently like to write when I'm drunk. Not all of it is like that though, I started a couple other stories too. x_x)

(Aww. D: Poor Jem..)

Drake clung to his father's frame, crying and sobbing. He couldn't believe his father was actually gone. It wasn't fair. "I miss you already.." he whimpered, nuzzling the icy flesh. "I.. I'll avenge you.." He gritted his teeth, struggling between anger and sadness.

Lucifer watched Jem, following him to the door, but going no further. Poor kid..

(xD Well, you can? Rofl. It's like.. NEW PLOT. XD

Sure. ^^

xD Mmhmm. Sure it's not. Lol! Just kidding~)

Jem rushed down the hall, his head held low as he moved towards the hall with all the bedrooms. Only, he did not go to his own room, he went to his father's. Slipping inside the room and flouncing into a sitting position on the bed, he began to sob, rather loudly, into his palms.

(Well, if you wanted to do it, then I guess I have some stuff ready for a first post. XD

Mmk. :3

It's not. I could do MUCH worse than this. And I was going to with Natrix. XD)

Here's my story:

The angel known as Bek, simply because his true name is far to long to pronounce, with his six angelic wings that spilled blood like a fountain in the apocalypse, stood upon a balcony overseeing the rest of heaven. Even in such a place, there were ranks, as in the human society, and Bek, along with his companions, the angels ushered into death at their own hands, were the scum of heaven. The filth. Often subject to loathing and rumors.
The well built angel, muscled more like a god with large sculpted muscles and a tall build, leaned forth on the railing, resting his elbows on the railing of the balcony, yellow eyes fixated on the hustle and bustle below. "What any of us would give, to walk amongst you," He whispered, one hand rising to tuck stray strands of his long, inky hair behind his slightly pointed ears. "What we would give to relieve ourselves of this numbness, to---" he paused, hearing the far off 'drip dropping' of an approaching suicide angel. For a moment, he wondered who would be bothering him, when he was on the balcony of his private quarters. Straightening, and twisting around to rest his hip along the railing he waited, eyes fixated upon the doorway, which was already wide open, allowing the white curtains to blow about in the wind.
Bek regarded what he saw next as one of the most beautiful things he had seen in a long time. He was somewhat unsure as to why he suddenly felt a strong pang in his heart, but, in an instant, the scene before him flowed in such a fashion that all imperfections were lost in time, and he could see the beauty beyond the pain.
The youngest and newest suicide angel had sifted through the ivory curtains, her pale skin melding perfectly with them, her bloody wings eclipsed as the curtains lashed out and whipped around the large appendages. Her firey hair blowing gently over her shoulder and out of her face, providing great contrast against the untainted white. One thin, fragile hand outstretched, attempting to push aside the wispy curtains attacking her slim frame, well maintained fingernails clasping gently onto them to hold them aside. At that particular instant her eyes were closed, her long lashes brushing her cheeks, which were colored lightly with pink, as her eyes slowly fluttered open.
Her grey eyes. Her sad, tormented eyes. As quickly as it had come, the instant was gone again, though it left Bek gawking, his mouth slightly open, lower lip quivering while he basked in a feeling he had not felt in an eternity. Was it love? No. No, it had to be lust. He was probably incapable of love. He slowly closed his mouth, managing to mask his emotions and offer her the usual stern face, "Ada, why are you bothering me in my personal chambers? Have you no more respect for me then to barge in here?" He asked, stepping forwards and staring down at her, features disapproving, but his eyes holding a longing gleam.
She bowed her head in shame, "I'm sorry, master, I didn't knock because I was afraid you were sleeping," She answered, her wings, which were now free of the curtains and just as bloody as his own, drooped on her back, mimicking her fallen head.
"Sleeping? On my balcony? Foolish git," Bek sighed and turned his back to her, staring once more over the upper class regions of heaven that lay below them. He gritted his teeth, his hands lacing together behind his back.
"My apologies, sir, I don't know what I was thinking," Ada submissively kept her head held low, her eyes on her feet. She slowly shuffled backwards, moving a silently as possible, so she did not disturb her master any further.
Bek's face tensed a little as he heard her shifting away, his hands grasping one another until they were completely white and pale, "Come here," he commanded, staring forwards with a now blank expression, "Keep coming... Hurry yourself along now, I haven't got all day... Stand aside me... Closer... Near the railing, girl," He coaxed, feeling as though it was taking hours for her to stand alongside him. As she finally stood at his side, he watched her from the corner of her eye for an instant, before staring forwards once more, "What do you see down there?" He asked, voice monotone.
Ada leaned her torso forwards a little, her dim eyes slowly looking over the area before them. She rose her head to her master, appearing somewhat curious, "I see heaven, sir." She told him, furrowing her brows as he pointed out that he was looking for a more specific answer. "I do no know what you are asking. I see heaven. I see the gates, the angels, everything."
"No. Not everything." Bek pointed out, his tone taking on a large degree of darkness that made him sound grim and foreboding. "What is the one thing separated from down there, girl? The one thing heaven is ashamed of? That heaven has cast aside?" He watched her, seeing her face fall and that disgraced look cross her features. He noted the way her shoulders and wings slumped at the sudden understanding of what he was asking.
"Us, master," She meekly responded, her hands wrenching themselves out rather nervously. She could not help but wonder if he was angry with her. She grimaced. Of course he was angry with her. She had shown him no respect. She trembled a little, anxiously shifting where she stood. Bek had never harmed her before, though she had heard many stories from the other angel's, about his short temper and his violent nature. Surely he did not intend to let her disrespect go without punishment? She closed her eyes, wondering what he would do to her. Embarrass her? Beat her? Starve her? She visibly shivered, her frail body suddenly growing more fragile then before.
Bek watched her tumble through these phases, allowing her thoughts to flicker aimlessly from place to place. From thought to thought. He wished he could read her mind. He would have liked to have known what could make her grow even paler, which he had previously thought impossible. As she began to look as though she were deteriorating, he swung himself around, his cold hands gripping her shoulder and pulling her into his broad chest. One arm held her, while the other lightly stroked her vibrant red hair, which he had never before seen on another suicide angel, and had been something he had always been rather fond of.
Ada inhaled sharply, her eyes wide as she felt her cheek pressed to his bare chest. "M-master?" She stammered, though received no verbal response, as he simply continued to stroke her hair. Her cheeks flushed a deep scarlet and she swallowed a hard lump in her throat, "Master?" She asked once again, her grey eyes rising to his face.
"Bek," He murmured, his fingers twirling about in her hair, toying with it as he held her to him, "When we are alone, you may call me Bek. But only when we are alone," he instructed, seeing that she was growing rather sickly he frowned down at her, wondering if she was ill, though it was soon confirmed that something was wrong, as she fainted dead in his arms...

(It's too big, Imma have to post the next bit in my next post. xD)

(Cont'd)

Ada woke with a soft groan, feeling weak and vulnerable as she tried to remember what had happened. It was then that she felt a hand on her head, and she opened her eyes, getting quite a start when she found herself staring directly into Bek's yellow eyes, and furthermore that he was stroking her hair. Again. Yes. She remembered now. She had fainted on his balcony, but where was she now?
Upon lifting her head the female suicide angel became aware that she was laying in Bek's bed, her head resting on his lap while he soothingly ran his fingers along her scalp. She swallowed hard and felt something at her throat, as she reached up to touch it, Bek lightly pushed her hand away with his own, his half open eyes gazing down upon her.
"So, you're finally awake," He absently remarked, once more pushing her hand away as it went for her own throat, "Don't pick, Ada. It's just a gold cross on a chain." He seemed to smile for an instant, "Not long ago, it was blessed by a powerful angel, and when it is worn by one of us, our wings stop their bleeding. I suspect that is what made you feel so weak. You are not used to being one of us yet, so I pass this onto you for the time being." He reached to his own neck for a moment, showing her a golden cross on a chain, "I have my own. Though I rarely use it, I know the others would envy it."
Ada shifted herself between the covers, her cheek pressed firmly into Bek's thigh, she slowly became aware that he had removed her shoes and socks, though the thought drifted from her mind as she confirmed that her wings were not bleeding. She stared over her shoulder at a fanned out wing, adoring the unstained feathers.
Bek gazed upon her, noticing a brief gleam in her eyes that he thought was happiness. "You like that, don't you? Seeing your wings as white as powdered snow?" He removed his hand from her hair in order to touch her wing, fingertips running along it in such away that made her shudder, "Such soft feathers," he mused out loud, feeling once again what he had felt when she had been standing amongst his curtains. A need to be closer to her. He bit lightly into his bottom lip, caressing her shoulder and back with one hand, enjoying the way she squirmed against him, the unsureness in her pale body.
"Master..." She whispered, sitting as his fingers danced along her arm, "What are you doing? I don't think this is right," Ada went on to say, feeling both of his hands slide around her waist and bring her body in close to his.
"Bek," He hissed in response, pulling her into his lap now, his hand caressed the side of her face and neck, "And we have both committed the greatest sin, what do we have to worry about now?" He asked, his hands gently mauling over her flesh, he smiled faintly at the way she seemed to melt in his arms, submitting completely to his will. He leaned his face in, kissing the side of her neck, gripping her hips, holding her close to him. He felt himself throb against her and furthermore felt as though he needed her. He lifted his head, staring into her dazed eyes for a brief moment before latching his lips on to her's, kissing her with all the passion that had remained pent up inside himself, he was glad to feel her return his passion in the kiss, soon finding that he was panting softly against her lips.
The two-winged female angel outstretched a hand, gingerly touching the side of the man's face as he broke the kiss to catch his breath, "Bek..." She whispered, closing her eyes as he pressed rough kisses on her neck that forced her head back slightly. Her chest heaved as she felt a new found excitement when he ripped open the front of her angelic robes, her head arching back on it's own to moan quietly as he dipped his hands inside the material to gently squeeze her breasts.
Bek smirked in delight at her moan, his head lowering to her chest, he began to rain kisses over her flesh, while his hands continued to rip apart her clothes, until the dress like robe was open completely to him and he simply slid it down her shoulders, leaving her in a single, thin garment.
Ada shivered slightly as he exposed her, her eyes straining to see his face as he groped needily at her body, noting his pleased response to her nearly naked frame she seemed satisfied and closed her eyes. However, they popped open once more as she felt herself being thrown down onto the bed, her back pressed to the mattress.
Bek straddled her hips to keep her in place, suddenly feeling the need to feel his bare skin on hers, he was furiously removing his own clothing, every last article. A flurry of clothing flung itself in all directions around the room, until he was stark naked and hunched over her, kissing her and kneading at her flesh, his six wings spread wide on his back as he eagerly sought her surrender, which he received after several more soft moans.
With this, Bek gripped her panties and yanked them from her hips, feeling his heart skip a few beats as he sat back a moment, enjoying the sight of her naked body lounging on his bed.
Ada watched him where she lay, eyes full of surprise, as well as a few other things. She looked her superior over, flushing a brilliant shade of red as her eyes set upon his waist line, surprised to see how excited he was to see her in such a position. Her eyes followed Bek as he rest his hands on her knees and pulled her thighs apart, resting his lips on the inside of her right thigh and kissing all the way to her crotch, before switching to the left and doing the same, making her tremble in excitement.
Bek, whom was rather pleased with his work, affectionately nipped at the inside of her thighs, until he could take no more and crawled on top of her more so, one hand resting near her head to steady himself, while the other gently gripped his bulging length, which he pressed to her thigh before slowly easing the tip into her crotch, his eyes open in order to study the look on her face. He soon groaned at the tightness he was greeted with, as well as the natural resistance of her body, and he became aware that he was her first, which excited him all the more.
With hands on her hips, Bek rocked his hips back and forth, sliding more of his large self into her, making her moan out louder then before, with each jerk forwards, until finally all of him was inside her and he rest for a moment, allowing her to adjust while enjoying the expression of sheer passion on her face.
Ada's back had arched, pressing her chest into Bek's, panting and moaning as he intimately forced himself inside her. She ran her hands along his muscular chest, exhaling deeply and somewhat shakily as she finally relaxed under him, a passionate purr like sound leaving her throat.
Bek, eager as hell, moved his hands to rest on either side of her head, thrusting slowly and gently as first, he balanced himself over her, grunting in time with her groans of delight. He tilted his head back slightly, growing more aggressive as he felt her hands roaming his body, one of her hands going as far as to lightly pull his hair. He had never felt anything as good as this. It seemed so forbidden and she seemed so untouchable that there was an air of excitement in the room that only made them more passionate.
Bek's hips worked frantically, not only to ease his own needs but to please his female friend, as well. He bucked and jerked forwards, feeling his stamina slowly draining away, though he refused to give in until he felt Ada's body tense and churn against him, begging for him to work himself harder.
Ada moaned louder then before, her hand sliding around his shoulder she gripped a few feathers on his highest set of wings, pulling on them gently and sinking her fingernails into his back, pulling him down on to herself as she released a gasp, then cried out in ecstasy, her body spasming.
Bek's eyes rolled back in his head for a moment, and with a few hard thrusts forwards he emptied his seed inside her, their hips pressed tightly together as both bodies shook and trembled in pleasure. Finally, he managed to gather enough strength to pull out, and roll off of her, flouncing lazily down beside her with a groan, he closed his eyes, feeling her huddle to his bare chest he once more wrapped his arms around her, feeling her head limply bob against his shoulder.
After a few long moments, he gathered his thoughts, "Ada... Don't think that just because of this I'll be giving you special treatment," He whispered to her, hearing her giggle in an angelic fashion, which surprised him, he looked down upon her to realize she was already fast asleep, and could not help but give a laugh of his own, before settling down against her and allowing himself to drift off.

(Who would I use though? XD

^__^

Lol. XDD

Dude, you're such an amazing writer. *o*
That was fucking awesome. [: )

(Um. Dunno. o_o

Aw, thanks. :3)

(xDD Awhs.

^^ No problem!)

(xD

)

(Hm. Well Idk then. xD

Teehee~)

(Me either. x_x

)

(Uhm.. I have Xhaiden, Matthew, and James that are younger/would be around the girls. Or I can make a girl? If they're after just girls, I guess. o:

)

(Mmwell, choose whoever.)

( P: Jeremy's there too.. Uhh. Well, who would you prefer? D: I don't want to fuck up your story line, lol.)

(I don't care, regardless I'll prolly end up finishing the actual story when I'm drunk next time. >_<)

(xD Rofl. Haha, well, I want to read it when you do. ;D

I wouldn't mind using James and Jeremy then? (: )

(Are you sure? Issa be hardcore with rough sexxin and all. XD

Good enough. James, Jeremy, Ira and Trowa.

*And Natrix and Bella Donna*

8D)

(XD I can handle it. *salutes*

Mmk. x)

Rofl. Excited? XD

So is you posting first or are we posting the kiddos or..?)

(Mmk then, if you say so. xD

^^

They are. xD

I think we'll post the kids just fooling around... Preferably away from the castle... Maybe they went into a nearby village for supllies or just to get out. *Ponder*)

(xDD

^___^

XD

Alright. (: Want me to post first? xD)

(Sure. xD)

Jeremy sat in front of the run down shack that had become a noodle vendor's shop. He exhaled softly, sipping at the broth in his bowl of pasta, turning slowly to look at those who accompanied him. Damn it felt good to be out of the fucking castle. He cleared his throat some, wondering why James was so quiet. He would've understood if he was stuffing his face, but the other hunter was merely sitting a couple stools over, sipping at some tea. It was funny, they had a carreer in common, but the other was so.. cold towards him. In fact, the whole time, he'd only spoken to the girls, mainly Ira. Sure, they had history, but James didn't have to be a bastard towards ev-
"Stop staring at me." he stated, turning his dark eyes to the blue of the other creature. "It bothers me." He sighed, finally ordering some food. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling that he might should apologize, but then again, he hadn't done anything wrong. "Hm.. you've rebuilt quickly.." he pointed out, recieving a nod from the vendor. "Best looking village I've seen in these parts.. I'm glad you're having good luck. It's about time someone on this earth did." With a handsome smile, he turned his attention to the others, waiting on his food. He'd already lost some of his appetite.

(Hope that's ok. xD)

Ira ran her fingers through her hair, raising a brow at James as she did so. She snorted a little at him, returning her attention to the food. She licked her lips lightly, enjoying her food.

Trowa rubbed her hands along her jeans, eating her own pasta.

(Ugh. Fucking phone.)

James rose a brow at Ira, reaching out to playfully 'punch' her shoulder. "What?" he said, chuckling. The young man exhaled gently as his food was set before him, pulling out some money to pay for it. "Thanks, guy." He began to nibble, glad to have something different for once.

Jeremy looked to Trowa for a moment, apparently annoyed by James' presence. Hmph.

(Mmk. D: )

"You," Ira said simply,pushing her bowl away as she finished eating. The blond turned on her stool to look around, as if deciding what they should do next.

Trowa rose a brow at Jeremy, wondering what was wrong with man. Casting a glance as James, she figured her was what was bothering the other man.

James rolled his eyes, licking his lips as he sat. He took another bite before turning his head to follow Ira's gaze. "Hm." he murmured under his breath before returning to his food.

Jeremy blinked and smiled at Trowa, being polite, unlike James. He finished off his broth and stared into the bowl, stretching out after he'd snapped out of his zoned state.