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Post by ツღ on Mar 28, 2010 0:28:50 GMT -5
Drake ran past a stone building, thinking dark, profane thoughts of his half-brother.
Of course, his sardonic self had to laugh when he heard a girl scream angrily, "Aaron!" He ignored it, however, until he heard it again, "Aaron! Slow down, will you?!"
This chick's not talking to me... Is she? Drake looked over his shoulder, slowing slightly. Indeed, there was a pretty girl--about Aaron's age--racing after him. Another one of Aaron's whores? he wondered.
"Aaron! Jesus--Wait," the girl stared at him. "Who are you?!"
Drake tipped his head to the side curiously. The girl had older features that hinted at her true age, but she was a little shorter than him. She had short platinum blond hair and blazing violet eyes with pale skin. She smelled like a meadow--a witch--that had been tinted with human pollution--vampires... shifters... She had just about every scent on her, but Drake smelled she was a witch to the core.
"I go by Drake," he said easily. "You?"
"By 'who are you', I mean 'who are you' and 'what the hell are you doing here?!'" the girl snapped.
"I was just passing by," Drake said innocently, "You're the one who stopped me,"
"I didn't stop you! You stopped!" she insisted. "I wasn't even calling your name!"
"You were screaming 'Aaron! Aaron!' over and over again and chasing me," he said, meeting her gaze calmly.
"So what?" she snapped, "You look like him!"
Drake appeared right in front of her in a flash, snarling. "Don't. You. Ever. Compare me to that utterly idiotic, stupid, motherf***ing, man-whore, excuse of a vampire!" he spat in her face.
She flinched away, only to bounce right back up, glaring at him. "What've you got in for him for?" she asked. Her vice wasn't filled with hate, as expected. It was filled with some interest, as if she had it in for him too.
"Wouldn't you líke to know, witch?" he snapped.
"I would," she said evenly. "I don't líke him either,"
"What did he do?" Drake's interest piqued.
"Let's just say we used to be what you call... Partners in crime. And then he left--he fell in 'love'. Yeah, right!" the girl snorted, "He can never fall in love!" Ahe looked at Drake curiously. "Why do you hate him?"
Drake looked at her for a long while. Then began, "He's my half-brother. When I was turned, he left. Thought I was dead. I was eight, but I'm only half--I never completed the change. So I finally find him today--he tells me he doesn't need me and he's 'moved on'," Drake put air quotes, "And that bastard! Ugh! You know what he was doing before he came down a f***ing tree to talk to me? He was makin' out with this freak shapeshifter!" he ranted.
The girl took a sharp intake of a breath and clenched her fists. "I. Hate. That. Girl!" she shrieked. She fumed for a few moments before remembering Drake's presence. "You and I," she said, meeting his gaze with new meaning, "We both hate him--we can show him how strong we are. He freaking needs us, right? So we'll show him," she snarled, eyes lusty.
This chick's a desperate cookoo in her va-jay-jay, Drake thought. He nodded though, saying, "Alright. I'll see how it goes, and if I like it, I'll go with it. If I don't, I'm out,"
The girl offered him her hand. He shook it firmly.
"C'mon," she said, "I'll show you where we stay," she jerked her thumb to the building behind them.
Drake took her outstretched hand as she led him inside.
"By the way, the name's Desdemona--Des, really. But some people like to call me Demon for the hell of it," she flashed a wicked smile.
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