[Morrison] Cramping My Style

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

"Miss, your going to have to pay sooner or later you know." Maggie looked up from the bar, her eyes narrowing slightly as she placed her glass down. She had been drinking for about an hour. The amount of Alcohol she had consumed for the sake of blending in had been far more then any human could take without be completely passed out. She was lucky she was playing drunk rather well and that the bar tendered hadn't caught on to her little game. Humans, you could always count of them being completely clueless. She smirked slightly as she stared right into his eyes. "I think you find me so unbearably sexy that your going to give me all the drinks I want for free." Glamouring made things so much easier. His eyes glazed over slightly before he was snapped back into reality. "anything for you hun." she smiled before he set a few more shots down on the bar for her. "Good, I would hate to have to kill you. I hear make damn good drinks...doesn't taste that much like shit like it normally does" she muttered slightly as she stared up at him before he went off to help another customer.

That was a thing Maggie hated. If need be she didn't mind forcing human drinks and food down to catch her prey...but it really was a little too much some time. She had been a big drinker when she was human and there was a part of her that wished she could drink a rum and coke without wanting to spit it out. Maggie spun around in her chair so that she was now facing the messes of humans she was smelling around her. Her eyes scanned their faces trying to pick out the right one for her meal that night. To her each human was like a bottle of wine. She had to choose carefully if she wanted the best taste. Maggie only wanted the best as well. It was then that a stink hit her noise and she made a face. Sure enough she had to leave it to some supernatural creature to inch there way into the bar and mess things up. She was sure by now that the Were was more then aware she was present. All she could hope for was he wouldn't mess up her plans.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

It was supposed to have been a good night, and until then it had been. He had met a rather nice (and rather hot) temp at work that day and she had accepted an invitation to go out for drinks that evening. Morrison had his usual, just straight whiskey, and she a beer, which he appreciated, he thought it showed that she was less uptight than most human women. Though neither of them had touched their drinks much, being as they were too busy talking. She was incredibly interested to hear about his family and the town where he had grown up, because she had never been out of the country and she admitted that she loved his accent. He’d had to keep himself from rolling his eyes at that, he could help the way he spoke! But at least it was a conversation starter and he could speak about his childhood well enough with having to mention the whole being a were part.

After an hour or so, both of their drinks were running low and they decided that it would be best if they left. Unfortunately, she wanted to go home alone and so she bid him goodbye, kissing him on the cheek, before sauntering out. He watched her go, holding the empty glasses in hand, then shook his head and walked back to the bar. He wanted to thank the bartender, give him a tip and hand the glasses back so that someone wouldn’t have to pick them up; if he got on the man’s good side then he might give him a discount in the future since Morrison really did love going to bars, especially if he had a pretty lass on his arm.

However, once he got closer to the bar, he was assaulted by a wave of smell. Ugh, fucking vampire. He glanced over to confirm who exactly this leech was before moving all the way up to the bar and taking a seat a few chairs away from the woman who stunk so bad. He had to stay to make sure that she didn’t take anyone out of the bar to kill. He’d try to kill her if she did, so that she wouldn’t end up making anyone else her meal. God, vampires were disgusting.

He did his very best at least to ignore her and not let on that he was keeping an eye on her as he waited for the bartender to come back around, he ordered another whiskey, just to keep himself occupied, then looked around casually. He would wait here until everyone left, if only to make sure that the foul woman a few feet away wasn’t going to be sinking her teeth into some poor human.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

Maggie gave a slight scoff as she rolled her eyes. There was no way she was going to hang around the bar while a were stunk up the place. As Maggie pushed off the bar she made sure to take her last shot before eying the Morrison slightly. She could not believe so much power could come from a creature so pathetic. The last thing she needed was to have to worry about fighting him off. Well as long as he stayed the hell away from her she would not have a problem. The hour of trying to reel the humans in was going to have to go to waste. She was going to just have to get her meal the easy way.

Maggie slide down into an empty seat beside a confused looking frat boy. Those were always her favorite. Too drunk and stupid to realize what they were really messing with. "How about you take me home with you and let me show you a good time." she whispered as she hovered her lips inches away from his ears. As soon as the puzzled boy gazed into her eyes she smirked. It was time to make her move. "You going to escort me out of the bar and into the nearest alley were I will suck you dry and you won't make a sound." her fingers ran down his cheek as she watched the trace take over. "Why don't you come with me?" he finally smiled as she stood up and took her by the arm. Maggie hated glamoring her meals, she much rather let their stupidity lead them to death but for now this was going to have to do."You are such a sweetheart...I bet you are going to taste even sweeter." she mused as they began to make their way out the door.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

It didn’t take very long for the vampire to get sick of Morrison’s scent. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as she glared over at him then slid from his seat to move away. He relaxed then, thinking that she would be too frightened of him chasing after her to take the chance and lure somebody with her. His eyes drifted off of her and settled on his drink, which he then took a long swig of. He could at least enjoy the rest of the night, perhaps he’d even find someone to talk with. Though that thought was quickly ruined when he noticed that the woman was not moving anymore. His head turned slightly and he saw her seated next to a young human, whispering in his ear. The boy looked quite confused, but he eventually spoke back to her and they were making their way out of the bar.

Morrison clenched his hands tight around his mug, not wanting to run after her and make a scene; that could get the young man’s throat split. And he couldn’t even follow after her once she had left the bar, she would smell him. Damn these vampires! Damn his biology as well; why couldn’t he smell just like a regular human? It meant he would have to wait for the perfect time, when the woman couldn’t away even with the speed that she was bound to have. Yet he was having such a hard time just sitting there; what if he was too late and she killed that boy? He’d feel so guilty.

After waiting for a few more seconds, Morrison threw a handful of dollars out of his wallet and onto the bar then walked out of the building, even though he desperately wanted to run. There was no sign of the vampire once he was out on the sidewalk, but when he turned his head to either side, the direction she had moved was clear and he slowly made his way away from the doors. He was moving toward an alleyway, he had expected. These creatures were so low, they couldn’t be bothered to find somewhere decent to kill. Yet, despite his hatred, and his worry, he kept his head level and didn’t go charging after her, not wanting her to notice him right away and kill the human before he could get to her. He wanted to her to be unaware until the very last second.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

Maggie moaned slightly as she allowed the warm blood to follow into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around his arm, gripping him tighter before sure forcing him into the wall rather violently as she sunk her fangs deeper into his neck. As each second passed she could feel the life draining out of him.Like she had suggested, he didn't make a sound throughout all of this. Only slight gasps could be heard from his longs as his body tried hard to fight for life. She pulled back slight, deciding to study his face one last time before she finished him off. Despite the absence of screams she could sense the fear in him. She feed off of that fear just as much as she had feed off of the blood. The fear is what drove her.

"Maybe I should just keep you around as my human before I decided to kill you. You taste so good... I almost feel bad draining all of your blood." Her fingers ran down the side of his cheek as she tilted her head. A smug smirk crossed her face as she allowed him to rest up against the wall. His hand were now covering the bite mark, his knees buckling as her fought against his faintness. "You humans are so cute when your dying. Reminds me of my own death in a way." she mused as her eyes lit up. "I don't know what kinds of things you have been doing to your body, but whatever it is you taste amazing. Mind if I finish you off?" The weak boy looked up at her and grunted slightly as he began to fall. Within an instant she caught him and smiled. "I thought you wouldn't mind." she extended her fangs one more before she began to drain more of his delicious blood.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Morrison could hear her feeding, the soft slurping noise as she pulled the boy’s blood into her mouth and the quite, pathetic whimperings that were coming from the human himself. It was so incredibly difficult for him not to rush around the corner at that moment and kick that leech in the face. But he knew he had to wait, and he knew that it took time for them to feed. He just had to get to her at the right moment, when she was so consumed in what she was doing that he wouldn’t even register in her mind until she was pulled away from her meal and pinned to the ground.

The vampire was now whispering something to the boy. Though Morrison couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying, even with his sensitive hearing, he knew it couldn’t be anything pleasant. She was probably mocking the poor human, patronizing him. Fucking leeches, how could they live with themselves? They had no souls, that was made clear enough to him.

The sound of draining blood could be heard again and Morrison clenched his hands into fists. Just a little while longer. He knew that vampires were the most excited when the very last drops of blood were left, but the human would be as good as dead by then, so he would have to act sooner. But he wasn’t even sure what he was going to do! He had no idea how old this leech was, they could easily rip his throat open if they pleased and he wouldn’t have a chance. Yet, something about this kill felt amateur to him and it was possible that she was even younger than he was. Earlier, he thought that she had left the bar because she hadn’t been able to stand his smell, but what if she had been afraid of him instead? If that really was the case, then it had been a terribly poor decision to steal a human away while he was keeping an eye on her.

Unable to hold himself back anymore, the were dashed around the corner into the alleyway to be immediately greeted by the sight of the leech with her victim shoved up against the brick wall, her lips at his neck. They could have been lovers stealing a private moment, only the smell didn’t fit the mood and the boy didn’t look like he was even conscious anymore. Morrison reached into his pants’ pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. It wasn’t the greatest weapon, but he could do a surprising amount of damage with it. “You let that boy go,” the man growled loudly as he advanced on the leech. She would regret not immediately doing what he said.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

Just as she was starting to really enjoy herself she felt a presence close by. Maggie growled, her eyes lifting as she gripped the boy even tighter. His warm blood was now coating her lips like a dark shade of lipstick. She could have sworn the were's sink was now stronger then before. "Does your kind even believe in hygiene?" she grumbled ignoring his demand completely. She really could not stand the smell. Through out the years Maggie had grown to really hate his kind. It seemed they were always trying to step into things that they should have not even bothered to. Maggie was a fighter though and would be ready for anything. Most of the time her attacks were verbal.

"So glad you could join me for dinner. I'm supposing you want to mall him to death now? Should we wait for a full moon then? " she mocked before finally throwing the boy at his feet with another growl. "You can take the pathetic human...I lost my appetite." Her fangs extended as her eyes began to darken. She wasn't in the greatest of moods now."I suggest you don't make this a habit. You can't keep playing hero. I have to eat sometime."If he was trying to make her hate him, he had succeeded. She hoped that she had drained the human dry at that point. She would not want to give the mutt the satisfaction of ruining her dinner. At least the night was young. There would be plenty more humans to feast on. She just had to get rid of the lost puppy.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Tension rippled through Morrison’s body as he stood a few feet from the woman, simply glaring at her with his eyes narrowed and his jaw set. He ignored her comment about his bathing habits, and that about the full moon; he’d heard it all before and had grown deaf to such sorts of words. She could mock him as much as she wanted, but unless she knew just the right thing to say, the thing that spoke to him was her actions, and her actions were speaking loud enough for as it was. A soft growl rose from his throat when she shoved the human at his feet, but he spared the boy only a glance before looking back at the leech. If that poor boy was dead, this would be pointless, but either way, he was going to kill this vampire. Or more realistically keep her from killing anyone else for the night.

"I suggest you don't make this a habit. You can't keep playing hero. I have to eat sometime."

The man gritted his teeth, hating the look of those fangs that peeked out from under her top lip as she spoke. “Not if I can help it,” he muttered, slowly moving closer to her. His finger slipped onto the blade of the knife that he held in the same hand and pressed down hard until he drew blood. That was better. Pain always helped him along, to make him feel more enraged and to give him the rush of adrenaline that he desperately needed. If he couldn’t kill this leech, then he’d make sure that he felt like he’d accomplished at least something, even if that was only tearing her up a bit.

Close enough now that the woman couldn’t easily run from him without being within arm’s reach, he suddenly let out a yell and rushed at her, keeping his knife close at his hip. He grabbed a tight hold of the front of her shirt and before she could rip away, he turned her and slammed her against the wall that she had been holding the boy against. “How’s the smell now?” he teased in a low voice. The stench of her was revolting, but as long as he continued to breathe through his mouth it wouldn’t become too unbearable. Besides, he needed her this close to be able to torment her and it was much more personal. The blade at his side was now up at her own hip, pressing harshly into the fabric and skin, almost slicing her but not quite. He knew he couldn’t that easily kill her with such a small weapon, yet he could at least cause her some pain.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

"You smell absolutely delightful." she growled as she felt the knife against her skin. "I know I'm irresistible and all, but if you wanted to kiss me you should have just asked." she smirked before she ran the back of her hand down his cheek. Maggie was sure this was only going to add to things. There was no way that he wasn't going to get even more irritated with her. "You know I was under the impression that you mutts traveled in pack. Are you the lone wolf or something? If so you should really get a new job. Playing the hero doesn't pay that well. Shouldn't you be more worried about the precious human then the killer leech." mocking him probably wasn't helping the situation either...but at the moment, even if it seemed he had the upperhand, she found this whole thing a little exciting.

"There really is no reason why you should be systematic about such a doomed race. Look at them. They can bearly think for themselves. Embrace the new order of things. Our kinds could get along you know. It's not that hard. All you have to do is stay out of our business. I mean I don't go around interrupting your meals." she said rather calmly as she stared into his eyes. She wanted to show him that she wasn't scare and that he couldn't break her. Sure Maggie had weaknesses but she wasn't going to show them to him. There was a part of her that was sure she would heal just as fast as he could cut. Sure it would hurt but at least it wouldn't leave scars.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

"I know I'm irresistible and all, but if you wanted to kiss me you should have just asked."

Morrison gritted his teeth at her words and turned his head to the side as he forced himself not to growl at her. The suggestion that he would be even remotely attracted to her was disgusting and it was much worse when her hand came up to brush over his cheek. What in the hell was she playing at here? He was in almost complete control of the situation at the moment, so he thought it very stupid of her to be pushing his buttons like this when he could do whatever he pleased with her. By now, he could have forced his knife through her ribs and into her heart, or if he was feeling more vengeful, he could knock her out and tie her up on a roof top and watch her while the sun came up. But he was more compassionate. If he was going to kill her, he’d do it as humanely as possible. She was part of the problem these leeches brought about, but she hadn’t been the one to kill his Meadhbh, he knew the smell of that vampire too well, his friend’s body had stunk of it.

It was then that he realized that the woman in his grip was still talking, yet he ignored the words that she was saying, since he was sure it would enrage him to the point where he’d do something too drastic. Instead, he focused his ears in the direction of where the human was laying. The boy was still alive, but he wasn’t making a sound beyond his shallow breaths. Morrison should leave this bitch alone to help the boy, but the human wasn’t still alive by the time he was done with the vampire, then he couldn’t have been saved either way. This woman had drained him to the point of death or she hadn’t; it was all luck at this point.

Focusing back on the leech, which was very easy with the smell that refused to leave her, the were caught the last part of her little rant. ”I don't go around interrupting your meals." He glared back her intently and pulled back from her slightly so that he could lift a hand and clamp it over her mouth, silencing her. “Shut up,” he snarled in a thick accent, “don’t even try to tell me that I’m no better than you.” He twisted the knife in his hand around and stabbed its tip into her stomach. “I go out of my way not to kill people,” he said, voice low, “but you just can’t be bothered. If you had any decency at all, you’d have let yourself burn a long time ago.” The blade pressed even deeper into her flesh and the hand grasping her cheeks held on tighter. If she still thought this whole thing a joke, then he really would prove her wrong. He was full of hate and vengeance and he knew how to use it to his advantage.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

Maggie gave a muffled cried of pain as she felt the blade break her skin. Her eyes darken as glared back into his eyes. She wanted to rip him to pieces but she was in no position to do so now. His words only seemed to fuel the anger within her. "Get off me now." she demanded through his hand. She was sure he could not really understand her but it probably was clear from her body language that she wanted him far away.

Maggie gave another moan as her wound began to sting. She wasn't sure what to expect now. A low growl escaped only seconds before she managed to bite the hand that was covering her mouth. She was utterly repulsed that she had to resort to biting such a fowl creature but it was the only way she could think of to get him to move his hand.
"You know nothing about my life. Your just judging me based off my fangs. How do you know how many I have killed? Go ahead though do whatever it is you feel you need to do with me. " she snarled as her eyes narrowed. She hated him at that moment and was pretty sure that things weren't going to be changing any time soon. She tried to struggle free but every move she made just caused her move pain as the knife went deeper. "I swear if you touch my face with that knife your a dead dog." she spat.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

That barely audible yelp of hers was music to Morrison’s ears. Now she got, this wasn’t a game, he never played with people’s lives. He loved that she could feel this pain and he would keep it up for as long as he could, she deserved every second of it. He ignored the words she was trying to say through his hand, though he was sure he knew what she was saying. Something along the lines of telling him to get off of her because she was struggling the slightest bit against him. And of course the farther he was from her, the farther his knife was.

He grinned maliciously as another noise of pain left her, but his expression quickly changed. “Fuck!” he yelled, yanking his hand away from her mouth. She’d bit him, the bitch. “You...“ he growled, but she was talking again already. He pointedly ignored her words, lifting his hand to look at it then shaking it out and wiping the blood off on his pants. He’d probably get scars from this, damn her. If it were possible, he might just hate these creatures even more than he had.

There was a pause in her words and Morrison locked eyes with her momentarily, feeling his knife slip further into her flesh as she moved about, trying to move away from him. That was just idiotic of her, if she moved too much, she’d cut open something important. Well, at least it had used to be important.

"I swear if you touch my face with that knife your a dead dog."

Glaring down at the girl, he lifted and eyebrow and pressed the blade of his knife deeper into her. “Can you make that a promise?” he simpered. He suddenly yanked the knife out of her stomach then slashing it upward. The sharp blade came into contact with her jaw then slid over her cheek, creating a thin cut across her skin. He’d like to see if she could make well on what she’d said, though he was almost positive that she couldn’t. If he wasn’t being so kind, she’d already be on the ground begging for mercy.

In a haste, he yanked away from her, clutching the knife handle tighter so that he wouldn’t lose his one means of defending himself. “Come on then,” he grunted at her, waiting for her to attack, since he knew she would.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

Maggie snarled as she narrowed her eyes only minutes before she pushed off the wall and headed straight for Morrison. Her eyes were darker then they had ever been before. The sting of the cut across her face fueled all the hatred she had for him. With as much force as she could she tackled him to the ground aiming to crush a few bones in his body. "How dare you do that!!" If there was one way to really piss Maggie off it was messing with her face. Despite her undead nature Maggie spent a lot of time making sure that she looked her best every single night. She was probably one of the vainest people you could run into. A loud growl erupted from her lungs a she extended her fangs and bit into his neck. She was going to try to suck him dry no matter how disgusting it tasted.

"I'm sure you will feel a lot better without the blood in your body." a cruel smile spread across her face as she lifted her head and looked deeply into his eyes. She wanted to make sure that he could see her licking his blood off her lip. "You know what.....maybe we can fix that face of yours too." with that she bite into his cheek as hard as she could. "A little reminder of me if you even live."She whispered, Her lips hovering above his ear. Maggie wanted to make sure that he understood that she meant just as much business as he did. It had been a while since Maggie had had a good fight though. Maggie tried to hide the pain of her cuts as she got more violent and continued to bite into him all over his cheek and neck.

[MORRISON CAMERON WHELAN]

Morrison braced himself just as the leech started to run right at him. If she had been a human, he wouldn’t have been worried about her being able to do any damage like this, she would have just bounced off of him and found herself flat on the ground. But he knew how crazy strong these creatures were and he wouldn’t be surprised if she could push him into the opposite wall when she collided with him. He was ready for this though, his arms poised to grab a hold of her before she could get too close. What he wasn’t prepared for was to be shoved onto the ground. As he hit the very hard concrete, the air was forced right out of his lungs and he gasped for breath.

"How dare you do that!"

Though he wasn’t quite able to breathe yet, he knew he needed to move, not willing to let himself be trapped on the filthy ground by an even filthier creature. His hands came onto her shoulders to shove her off, but her fangs were suddenly deep into his neck and he knew that he couldn’t get away. Still gasping for breath, he dropped his hands and clenched them tight at his sides, sure that if he grab a hold of her hair to yank her away, she start to twist around cause him to bleed out. He let out a low growl when she pulled away, glaring back up at her. If she wanted him to be even more enraged by having his blood on her lips, it wasn’t working. He couldn’t be any angrier than he was.

“Fuck,” he yelped as the vampire dipped down again, this time biting his cheek hard. "A little reminder of me if you even live."

His hands came up to protect himself from anymore bites, but she had her teeth in him again before he could get his hands in place. “Stop!” he yelled, gripping at her shirt then letting go, unsure as to what to do to get her off, “You bitch, get off!” Not that he thought that this would work, it would most likely only make her bite harder. He had to get away from the those fangs though, she was going to make him bleed out before long since she kept making the wounds deeper. With difficulty, he made his hands stay down at his sides, just waiting for an opportunity to push her away when she didn’t have her teeth dug under his skin.
There was suddenly a moment where the vampire was pulled away from him longer than she had before, and Morrison took this to his advantage. He still had his knife in hand and brought that up against her neck, pressing the blade into her neck. His other arm came up under her chest and he pushed hard, pushing her off of him and onto the ground. Not wanting to get trapped again under those sharp teeth, he scrambled to his feet, holding the now red stained blade tightly in his hand and waiting for the leech to attack again.

[MAGGIE RENE EVANS]

After smelling the blood from her recent wound the blonde vampire flew at him again. Her fangs fully extended and eyes burning with utter hate as she bite him as violently before knocking the knife out of his hands. It only took about a few seconds for her to realize what she was holding was a danger to her...the handle burned into her skin and she dropped it. "Shit...Silver." she cried out in pain before dropping to the ground her eyes narrowing on the silver handle of the knife. Her muscles tensed as she tried to pull herself up but it was no use she was in too much pain. This wasn't good.

"The humans get it wrong when they say your kind is the one that can't touch it. I should have brought some wolfsbain with me and shoved it down your throat."she hissed trying to ignore the pain. As wonderful as it was to be a vampire there were many cons. Silver being one of them. Not to mention, sunlight, stakes, entries to home, and fire. At this point she was starting to get scared. She was weak now...which meant she was now vulnerable.