simmer down, keep your head down low
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voodooqueerGetting the short end of it again. That fucking figures.
Should've known that there would be more surprises waiting for his ass in Darrow. Why stop at regular fucking vampires that suck your blood, when you could have crazy weird fucking psychic vampires that do their best to scare the fuck out of you and then eat your emotions?
It's happening, and it's happening to Lafayette. The bitch had him pinned, grinding the soft skin of his cheek against the grain of the brick wall at his side in the alley as she shoved him against it roughly with a strength he should expect by now. It still scares the liuving fuck out of him.
"Bitch," he grinds out. "I told you, I ain't fuckin' interested in women, so go fuck wif' someone else." He takes a shuddering breath. It's cold as hell and has been for a few days, and the air burns Lafayette's lungs and makes raising his voice to shout for help nearly impossible after his struggle. Though as she laughs and shoves him harder, trying to meet his eyes so she can dig in his brain for whatever his greatest fear or whatever the hell she'd said was, he finds at least the renewed strength to struggle, kneeing her in the kidneys.
Maybe it won't do shit, but he'll be damned if he's gonna make being someone's dinner enjoyable. "Get off, bitch."
Should've known that there would be more surprises waiting for his ass in Darrow. Why stop at regular fucking vampires that suck your blood, when you could have crazy weird fucking psychic vampires that do their best to scare the fuck out of you and then eat your emotions?
It's happening, and it's happening to Lafayette. The bitch had him pinned, grinding the soft skin of his cheek against the grain of the brick wall at his side in the alley as she shoved him against it roughly with a strength he should expect by now. It still scares the liuving fuck out of him.
"Bitch," he grinds out. "I told you, I ain't fuckin' interested in women, so go fuck wif' someone else." He takes a shuddering breath. It's cold as hell and has been for a few days, and the air burns Lafayette's lungs and makes raising his voice to shout for help nearly impossible after his struggle. Though as she laughs and shoves him harder, trying to meet his eyes so she can dig in his brain for whatever his greatest fear or whatever the hell she'd said was, he finds at least the renewed strength to struggle, kneeing her in the kidneys.
Maybe it won't do shit, but he'll be damned if he's gonna make being someone's dinner enjoyable. "Get off, bitch."
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Date: 2014-01-28 05:31 am (UTC)Letting out a low rumble of laughter that the man's introduction, Spike said, "Helper of the helpless, champion for good, vampire with a soul, blah... blah... blah," his cigarette bobbing between his lips as he spoke.
"Might I suggest avoiding dark alleys at night, pet. Unless you're in the mood to let some hungry monster have taste."