A Darkness Growing (Open)

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Her drink came and she squealed with delight, sitting back in her stool and tilting her head back as she just chugged most of it down in one swing, slamming the glass down on the counter, careful to keep it from shattering—otherwise, how was she going to be able to drink what was left in it?—and let her breath out loudly. “God I love drinking!” she said loudly, grinning widely before taking another, shorter pull.

Then the college fellows showed up. Lyn’s smile spread wider into a toothy grin. Her head tilted to the side. “Ehh? There are a lot of things I could do, Lambchop,” she giggled, lifting a hand to her mouth to stifle the sound. Before things could get any further and she could make any more witty quips—not that the last one had been terribly witty—things turned violent. And if you asked Lyn, that was ten times better than just fucking with some horny drunks.

For a moment Lyn thought that she would perhaps have to join in—and god did she want to!—but the guy had everything under control. . . . And it saddened her on the inside, but it was just as fun to sit back, nurse her drink, and watch Linx beat the shit out of these people. A guy stumbled in her direction after receiving a pretty little blow from her temporary companion and she calmly stood up, grinning happily, and then proceeded to help the man over the counter by grabbing him by the back of his thigh and just flipping him over it. Mac gave her a rather nasty look and she just giggled. “I wanted to participate!”

It was over relatively too quickly for Lyn, but the sounds of breaking bones and the grunts of pain were music to her ears and well worth the short little bar fight. Linx announced he was leaving, and Lyn smiled, trouncing after him and not bothering to watch out for the guys lying around—she just stepped right on top of them. It was too inconvenient for her to step over them. . . . Besides, the groans and grunts her weight engendered was enough to make her happy. She eyed the back of him, and then flounced on up to him, wrapping her arms gently around his waist, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I wanna have your children!” she cooed. “What a display that was!”

Notes: XD she's creepin on him again.

[Vincent]

He scowls as he kicks open the door to Macs bar, stepping out into the brisk night air, pausing to light up a cigarrete. The night air refreshed him, sobering him up a bit. He was still fairly buzzed, and he knew Mac would take care of his bike for him, so he was fine walking home from here.

A world of emotions pounded through him as he inhaled deeply, his sillver eyes clouded with thought. It was nights like this that made him so pensive, brought out all his hate, self loathing and depression. He sighed, thinking of days long since passed. Caught up in nostalgia, he didn't notice Lyn till she was upon him.

He ignored her words, they meaning nothing to him. "I don't like being patronized, especially by cocky little upstarts." he says coldly, shrugging out of her grasp.

"I don't give a damn what people like them think, I don't give a damn what anyone thinks." he utters, anger rising with each word, adrenaline and alchohol pounding through his system. "I don't give a god damn whether they will live or die! They and and this whole god damned world will burn before I'm through!" he snarls angrily, eyes flashing with an inner fire of pure hatred. "Before this night is through, I'll make sure more of these useless, pathetic, parasitic fucks are dead." he says, turning his back to her once more, consumed by a helpless rage, the need to do something stupid spurring him on.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Lyn giggled to herself and let her grasp fall from around him when he pulled away, unfettered by his tone. “Patronized? Oh dear boy you misunderstood! Unless you’re talking about the guys in the bar. . . because then yes, they were rather patronizing, weren’t they?” she mused aloud, lifting a finger to her thin, pale lips and looking up at the dark sky rather thoughtfully before giggling once again.

The vampire’s grin widened further and further as his anger flared and grew. Such a rage he was in for such a small thing! And he was preaching to her about not caring what anyone thinks. . . . Yes, it sure as hell seemed like he didn’t care. Her eyes narrowed and her amused grin thinned into a pleased smirk as she saw a potential in the guy, his words spurring such wonderful thoughts into her brain as she looked back at the bar, then to the guy. Her grinned widened into a crazed Cheshire Cat grin and she ducked inside the bar, appearing again before the door even had time to close all the way, a beer bottle clasped in her slender fingers.

“Burn, you say?” she crooned quietly, pulling a rag she’d swiped from poor Mac—who was still rather confused, sitting inside the bar—and stuffing it in the bottle neck. She held it out to Linx and then pulled out the lighter she’d used for her display earlier. Cocking her head to the side, she continued. “Show me how much you really mean that. Throw it.” With that, she lit the rag and handed it to him, her eyes gleaming with excitement and her smirk spreading further across her pale features. Lyn didn’t even care where he threw it—well, she preferred if he threw it at a building of some sort, or maybe a passing car—but she wanted to see how far his anger was going to take him.

Notes: Molotov Cocktail time! :U

[Vincent]

He laughs heartily as she holds out a molotov. "Sorry dear, it's not anywhere near flashy enough." he says as he draws forth a small device from his pocket, a remote detonator. "Why burn something that doesn't matter? Go big, or don't go at all." he says with a dark chuckle, hitting the button. Instantly the night was lit on the horizon in several places as the explosives he'd planted earlier did their job.

Before he can even think it over, that desire to do something stupid pushed him further. He slips an arm around Lyns waist, pressing his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. Alchohol, adrenaline and nicotine pounded through him, swaying his world, clouding his judgement. He didn't care, he just held her tight, ignoring all else.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

For a second Lyn almost felt disappointed, but it was swiftly swept away with the words breathing past his lips. Her grin widened and she slipped the bottle further down into her palm and she cocked her head to the side. “Ohh you planned ahead! Unfortunately I am a spur of the moment kind of woman!” she giggled, tossing the bottle over her shoulder after kicking the door open behind her. A little added force made it easy for her to kick it free, and the bottle slipped inside and shattered, spreading a thin fire over the floor. “Planning isn’t my forte.”

As if he was helping her with her point, he had his arm around her waist and pulling her into him. To say she was surprised wouldn’t have been a lie, but Lyn hardly ever expected anything out of anyone. She grinned widely as their lips met and her hand came up to rest against his shoulder, their bodies framed by the explosions on the horizon. She returned his kiss in earnest, her slim frame pressed against his.

She let it last for a moment, then pulled away and spun him around as people started to pile out of the burning bar, trying to escape the flames as well as see what was going on in the distance. They successfully avoided being pushed around and trampled by the people, pressed against the wall of the little tavern, her face still only centimeters away from his. Lyn didn’t bother question what the entire purpose of planting bombs was, what he had been trying to accomplish. Did it matter? He’d blown shit up. . . there were hardly any occasions that didn’t call for explosions!

Toothy grin spreading from ear to ear, she whispered “So. You were going home? Or shall we blow more things up?”

Notes: xoxo

[Vincent]

He grins at her, fingers playing along the bare skin of her waist, having already lifted her shirt a bit. "Home for now, explosions later. Stick with me my dear, for I've a long bloody road ahead." he says as he grabs her hand leading her away at a quick trot to his bike. He quickly seats himself, before winking at her. "Behind or on my lap?" he asks, giving her a choice of seating.

He was sure no matter where she sat she'd be a major distraction to him, but he didn't care. He waited till she selected her seat before roaring off into the night, throttle opened wide to speed them along. The wind tonight was especially chilly, but didn't penetrate his leather jacket, and all but his face remained warm, he'd slipped on a pair of gloves for the ride. After a few minutes, he coasted into the driveway of a small house, his current accomodations. "Not much, yet anyway. But it's home for now, and that's what counts. Privacy, sound-proofing, heavy curtains, gives me everything I need." he says, leading her inside to a warm and dimly lit home.

It was two stories with a decent basement, lit by two fireplaces when they were running. One in the master bedroom, and one in the living room. Thick and soft carpeting covered the floors, and the walls were a deep and rich red, in case he had violent guests. He grabs two bottles of whiskey out of the fridge, already downing his as he held one out for her, eyes sparkling mischievously.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Lyn pouted slightly at the man, saddened superficially at the prospect of no more explosions. Of course, the notion of them perhaps happening in the nearby future was enough to brighten her expression again. “Sounds like a plan, Stan,” she sang, skipping after him toward the bike as he gently tugged her along.

Something clicked inside her head for a moment and, still smiling, she pulled her hand free of his and held up a finger. “Hang on a moment. . . . I’m feeling peckish,” she giggled, stepped back from him a few steps. People were running about on the sidewalk, trying to avoid the blaze inside the little bar and see what was going on with the explosions; it was prime hunting time. Still facing Linx, she waited a moment, then her hand snatched out to grab the back of a guy’s shirt that rushed passed her. She pulled him backwards and he stumbled back in her direction, tripped, and fell into Lyn’s waiting arms.

Her jaws parted wide and she hid her face in his neck for a moment. He squirmed for a bit, but it didn’t last long—but nor did her embrace. It took only a few seconds for her to get her little snack, and then she dropped the guy to the ground and stood up straight, pink tongue darting out to wet her lips and clean up any remaining residue as she looked on the man with a giddy smile. “Thank ya love,” she said quietly to the rather unconscious man, wiggling her fingers before skipping back to Linx and crawling onto the back seat with him, sitting behind him, her arms wrapping firmly around his waist, torso pressed against his back to ensure maximum contact just because.

The ride was short and dreadfully uneventful, but exhilarating none the less. Of course on a bike, that was an easy thing to accomplish. Lyn was neither pleased nor disappointed with the abode in which Linx lived. She climbed off the bike and pranced after him. Well, now she wouldn’t have to worry about finding somewhere to stay for the day—not that she normally worried about anything anyway.

Lyn spun around slowly, getting a good idea of what the little home was all about, and then she flopped herself down on the couch, arms stretched out over the back and just made herself at home. “Nah it’s very quaint!” she complimented flippantly, grinning and taking the whiskey he provided, popping it open and chugging down half of it loudly. She was a very hard person to get drunk, mostly because of her species, so the pink-haired girl was unafraid of drinking too much.

Pulling it away, she smiled coyly at him, her eyes narrowing with mock suspicion. “You wouldn’t be trying to get me drunk so you can ravage me in my inebriated state, would you?” she chided playfully. He could be trying to kill her, too, but either one was fine with her.

Notes: sorry for the wait!

[Vincent]

He chuckles lightly, "As if I'd do something like that. I'm not a frat boy, if I wanted a woman, I'd go about it the classic way." he says with a shrug, sinking into the couch next to her, taking a draw off his bottle with a sigh of pleasure.

He played her performance in his mind, before they'd left the bar. It hadn't surprised him, and only confirmed the perceptive mans suspicions. She was a vampire and he didn't doubt it for a moment, and wouldn't hesistate if he had to go Stoker on the crazy bitch. However, he didn't think her quite as insane as she seemed, perhaps it was all a front?

He shakes the thought from his head, deeming it unimportant. He taps the remote beside him, the TV glow adding to the firelight in the room, the news channel currently on, and reporting the destruction of the local FBI building. He allows himself a slight smile as he draws from the bottle again, letting his mind play over what might be to come.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Faux disappoint etched onto her face for a moment and she leaned toward him, lower lip pushed out slightly in a pout. “Ehh? You’re not? Poo,” she sighed, leaning away again and taking a small drink from her bottle of whiskey.

She continued to mutter quietly to herself and swirled what was left in the bottle around the bottle, watching it move through the dark glass. It was just a darker blur, but it was still mildly entertaining for about four seconds before she just downed what was left of it and leaned over the arm of the couch to set it on the ground.

When he turned the TV on and flipped to a channel where they were relaying the events of the fire—FBI building? Had that been what the building was? How interesting!—Lyn gave a light squeal and appeared by the television, hands grasping either side and her face only a couple inches away from it. It couldn’t have possibly been any good for her eyesight, but she was worried about it. She wasn’t ever worried about anything, but ruining her eyesight was definitely at the very bottom of the list. How many vampires had glasses?

“Oh my god I was so totally there! Watch watch see I bet I can show you!” she gasped, acting as if he hadn’t been there. She waited, one hand pulled away and index finger out, then squealed again and indicated wildly to the screen, pulling away from it. “There I am, there I am!”

Sure enough, you could see her bright pink hair on the recording of the fire. It was hard to miss. “Ehehehehe! I’m on TV!”

Notes: she's so silly~

[Vincent]

He smiles lightly. "You seem almost disappointed by that fact." he says with a chuckle, rolling his eyes with a smile as she moved in front of the tv. She acted like a child, and while most would find it endearing, he found it amusing. An interesting personality, but he supposed nigh immortality would have to have some sort of effect on a creatures mental well being.

He takes another draw on his bottle, sinking deeper into his couch, closing his eyes to let himself relax. It had been too long that he'd had to have his guard up, constantly analysing potential threats and escape routes. He let out a light sigh, stretching languidly, practically sprawled out as if thrown. "Yes I know you were there, I was as well." he says with a chuckle.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

"I might be a little disappointed, she admitted, bending over backwards to look up at him before snapping back to the television.

She giggled and rocked backwards until she fell to her back, tilting her head to look up at her companion for the night, squirming slightly on the ground. “No way,” she hissed, flipping herself over onto her stomach and kicking her legs playful in the air.

Once more she rolled herself onto her back, then continued until she was on her stomach once more, and then she popped up to her feet. Seconds later she was on the couch, sprawled out across Linx’ lap. “How old are you, Lambchop?” she asked bluntly, her hands lifting to mess with his hair, just making it stick every which way, showcasing her lack of respect toward personal space.

She rolled over again, then fell off the couch and landed hard on her back.

Lyn giggled and sat up straight, snickering and rubbing the back of her head. The vampire really couldn’t sit still at all, it seemed, and it was only a matter of time before she felt too cooped up in the place, doing nothing, before she decided to leave and chase someone else down the street with an umbrella. Or something else she found lying around.

“We should. Go. Steal something. Or something—what’s in here!” she squealed popping up and fleeing to the next room.

Notes: glad you're still around!

[Vincent]

He chuckles at her antics, cocking a brow as she sprawled across his lap, her question blunt and without and sense of privacy. "If it matters, I'm twenty six." he says with a shrug, before watching her flee to the next room, determined to find ways to spend her energy. He smiles lightly as he grabs something out of his table drawer, moving after Lyn.

He stands behind her, smiling lightly. "Personal office." he said. And so it was, with multiple bookshelves filled with various books, mostly informative texts. A small desk and computer sat in the corner, a chair pushed in. The entire room was neat and organized, with no clutter or unneeded waste. He smiles as he draws forth the gun he'd retrieved, holding it to the back of her head. She had no where to run now, save through him to escape, and he'd had some special ammo made for her ilk. "Also, where you might die. Unless you answer a few questions of course." he says with a cold confidence, determined to get answers. "A while back, you chased a woman with an umbrella. What'd you do to her?" he inquires casually, still keeping his voice flat and neutral.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

An office, he told her. And that’s just what she found! Without any sense of privacy or personal belongings, she started rummaging through any papers left on the desk, pulled out a few books from the shelves to look at their covers—she actually put them back where she found them, though—and then went back to playing with some pens she found, flipped on the computer without any real intention of getting on it, and then went to the other book shelf and started pulling out books.

“Whatcha need all these books for? Silly titles. . . the covers aren’t even that interesting,” she muttered more to herself than the man-boy who had wandered in after her.

She didn't even seem to notice the cold steel pressed against her head.

Another book was pulled from the shelf and she examined the cover for a moment before putting it back and then pulling another one out, almost as if she was ignoring the gun to her head and the question he was asking her. Such boring books! Mostly about vampires and werewolves and business and guns and cars and blah blah blah. Where was the romance and the action and the sci-fi? Some library this place was!

Oh wait. It was a personal office.

“Hrm?” Lyn flippantly turned around and cocked her head to the side, smiling broadly. “Chased a woman down a street with an umbrella, you say?”

Lynette tapped her finger to her lips and averted her eyes up to glance at the ceiling, as if the answer was written on the drywall. Lifting her index finger she smiled and then tapped her fist against her palm. “Oh yes! The red-head with the nice car! Well first I asked her if I could steal her car but she said no and then shot me and then I used the umbrella I’d stolen from someone else to chase her down, but then I lost it when I played baseball with another’s guys chest but then I stole another one and then I used it to play baseball with her chest and then I bit her!”

The pink-haired vampire giggled. “What day is it?” she paused to wait for his answer. “Ah yes! Well then I need to pay her a visit tomorrow night or else she’ll die a horribly painful death.”

Grinning, Lyn cocked her head to the side and giggled slightly. “Why? Is she your lover?”

Notes: so very forward, isn't she?

[Vincent]

His face had lost the previous charm and joy it had. It was cold and emotionless now, silver eyes empty of any feeling. He thumbs back the hammer, taking a step back to put himself out of her range, taking up a shooting stance, sighting down the barrel with practiced ease. "Lover? Hardly. Call me a concerned citizen. When a vamp chases a woman through the streets, attracting media attention, it makes me wonder why."

He blinks once, keeping his sight clear as he watches her. His breathing was deep and regular, eyes distant. "Explain what you mean by a horrible death. What'd you do to her, and how can I reverse it?" he states cooly, still watching her, refusing to slip up and allow her a chance to kill him. Or worse.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

a dwelling place for demons

she's a cage for every unclean spirit

Lyn shrugged her shoulders and danced back to the computer and pulled open Solitaire, her tongue sticking out of her mouth for a second as she wiggled the mouse around and started stacking cards. “Why? Oh the reasons,” she giggled, the mouse clicking as she flipped through the deck. “A) She shot me. B) I was bored. C) I was bored. D) It seemed like a lot of fun. Ho ho, and it was!”

Standing up and once again ignoring the gun—like he’d shoot her when he needed to know if the process could be reversed! Even if he did, she’d get a kick out of it—Lyn just sauntered on up to him, but stopped as she realized he wasn’t going to let her get close to him, and she pouted slightly.

“Oh don’t look at me in that tone of voice,” she chided in a baby-ish tone, leaning forward slightly to rest her hands on her thighs, head cocked. Giggling, she stood up straight and dragged her fingers across the top of the desk, her eyes never leaving his, her smile still bright and playful. “You’re not allowed to play concerned citizen, Lambchop. I don’t care what kind of act you were playing.”

She returned to her game then and played a few more cards, tongue sticking out from between her lips again in concentration. After a few more minutes she slid back in her chair, pushing it all the way to wall and crossed one knee over the other, chewing on a nail, studying him for a moment.

“Yes. Yes, I can see it. You wouldn’t have shown me such a display of pyrotechnics if you were this. . . ‘concerned citizen.’ No, you wouldn’t even show this much concern for anyone unless they had some sort of relationship with you.” Now she was talking more to herself than she was this man, and she got back up again and walked toward him, stopping at what she thought was a comfortable distance for him. For her a comfortable distance was anywhere between hanging on his shoulders to a million miles away, but she thought she’d give him his space for now.

A finger was lifted to her lips, arm propped up at the elbow by her other hand, a coy smile playing across her thin lips. The smile slowly turned to a smirk and her eyes narrowed mischievously. “I. Can see. What you really. . . are,” she whispered.

Notes: dun dun dundundun duuunnn