I hate everything about you. ( BxB -- PAFP -- Semi-advanced )

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    The Plot;;
    A vampire had caught his prey. She was flailing about, but Vaughn couldn't care less. He sank his teeth into her neck, sucking the life out of her. After he had finished, he practically threw the woman to the ground. There was a bit of a problem. Vaughn had been watched by a boy that looked around his age. He wouldn't let that kid go, and the boy now had to live with him.


    The Starting Point;;
    We will start when Vaughn is in pursuit of the boy that had caught him. You will be playing as the boy. c:


    The Form;;

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    My Form;;

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    The Rules;;
    The rules are pretty easy to follow. Cussing is not a problem for me, but I wouldn't like you to go overboard with the curse words. Same with sexual intercourse. Yes, they may have sex, but we need to blur in and out. It is prohibited. Grammar, punctuation, and dialog must be proper. Also, be as active as possible. I understand if you have to go somewhere, but notify me before hand, please. A good post is three, hearty sentences. Thanks, and have fun! ^^

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    Name;;
    Damion 'Grim' Minor.
    Age;;
    21 years old.
    Gender;;
    Male.
    Position {seme or uke};;
    Uke.
    Personality;;
    Damion is a quiet, mousy man who usually has problems speaking to others outside of those he knows or those he meets at work. He's pretty good at hiding most of his emotions, but he's prone to panic attacks. The only time he really opens up to strangers is when they bring up something he enjoys, or after spending an absurdly large amount of time sitting there in awkward silence with them. After that, he's fairly open and happy around the people he's used to, although he never gets exactly chatty.
    Likes;;
    -Darkness
    -Music
    -Books
    -Animals, especially cats and birds
    -Rain
    -Forests
    -Writing or drawing on himself
    -Cheesy comedies and terrible horror movies
    Dislikes;;
    -Silence
    -Dogs
    -Lies
    -Large groups of people
    -Strangers
    -Blood
    History;;
    Damion was raised in an average family, if you don't count the fact that his father was always on business trips. He was a pretty good student, getting great grades and ending up in a few honors classes. He was on track to go into whichever college he wanted to, but once he graduated he wanted to stay home for a year and figure out exactly what he wanted to do with his life. Unfortunately, that amount of time was extended when his mother was hurt in a car crash. When he's not working, now he's taking care of his mom.
    Date of Birth;;
    January 11th.
    Other;;
    I'm pretty active, but I work on Saturdays and school is coming up soon, so my activity levels will drop a bit.

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    Out of Character;;
    Accepted! ^^ We may start whenever you'd like to.


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    [justify]In Character;;
    Vaughn was in hot pursuit of the little eavesdropper. Did humans have any courtesy whatsoever? He ran quickly, not wanting to run at his full speed. It wouldn't be as fun as it was then if he started to run fast. The vampire exposed his white, sharply pointed canines as he became filled with rage. That boy had two options. Option one, he surrenders and comes to live with him. Option two, Vaughn will suck his blood until his is completely drained. It was a fair choice. Vaughn decided to catch up to the running figure ahead of him. He just wanted to talk. It wasn't like he was going to chose option two right off of the bat.


    Out of Character;;
    Great. I'll start us off. c:


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    Damion had felt his face drain of blood as he watched a man around his age suck out a woman's own blood. He had started running instantly, wanting-needing- to get away. God, he had practically watched all of the color in her getting torn away. He felt like throwing up, but he had to run. There was no way that he was going to end up in a heap on the ground. He glanced over his shoulder, able to feel himself slowing down. He had been on the track team in high school, but he had never been the best with running distance. Plus, that had been a few years back. But, seeing the man easily catching up to him, he felt a surge of energy go into his legs. He leaned sharply, turning an almost perfect 90 degree turn. Honestly, he was shocked he didn't fall or skid. But, adrenaline made things like that a bit more possible.

    [justify]In Character;;
    Vaughn watched as the tricky boy turned sharply. He soon did that, following behind him again. That time, he got close enough so that he could grab the male's arms, tugging him to a halt. "Hey," Vaughn said harshly. His lack of people skills made him a rough speaker, but he hated to be misconceived. "Stop it," the male added as he turned the boy around so that they were face to face. A spec of blood had rested on the collar of his white, button up shirt. Vaughn panted slightly, unhappy to see yet another person scared of him. "I have two options for you," the vampire said in between pants. "You can either come with me, or die right here on the spot. It's a fair choice, so choose wisely."


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    Damion's eyes grew wide as he felt someone grab him, and he let out a whimper as he was twisted around to face him. He tried to focus on the man's words, but the second his brown eyes found the speck of blood he couldn't quite keep his mind intact. He could smell the sweet, copper-like scent of blood, although he was unsure if it was from the vampire's breath or the blood on his shirt. Not that he cared either way. He focused just long enough to hear the second of the two options. Death definitely wasn't something he was about to choose, and he couldn't come up with anything else that would be as bad as being sucked dry like a caprisun, ending up a discarded body. "Please don't kill me." He whimpered, his usually gentle voice almost silent.

    [justify]In Character;;
    The innocent sound of the boy's voice made Vaughn feel bad. Now he really couldn't kill the soft voiced male. He reached out, picking up the boy only to throw him over his shoulder to carry him. "All right, kid. Just stop whimpering like a child. I will spare your life, but not because you told me to," he shared, and lied about not doing it because he told him to. Of course he wasn't killing him because he told him to. God, what kind of vampire was he? Vaughn really scolded himself for such things. The vampire didn't want to be kind, he wanted to be ruthless. That seemed like it was working out well.


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    Damion's breath caught in his throat as the vampire threw him over his shoulder. "Alright." He had hoped the word would sound normal, or at least less absolutely terrified, but it came out as a squeak that made him cringe. He closed his eyes for a second, attempting to calm his racing pulse. Once he opened his eyes again, his gaze locked on his wristwatch. He was shaking and his entire body was tense, but the steady movement of the second hand managed to slow his breathing without him really trying. He starting counting seconds, a tiny tick sounding in his mind every time it moved. His body gradually relaxed, but his gaze never moved. He breathed through his mouth, trying to avoid the scent of blood. If he breathed through his nose, or looked at the vampire, or did anything that would remind him of what was happening, he was sure he would have a panic attack. And the last thing he needed was to loose control of himself.

    [justify]In Character;;
    Vaughn soon came to the edge of the small city, walking right into the forest that laid directly next to the city. He had a small house located in the forest, but he didn't like anyone to know that much about him. The vampire wondered why the boy wasn't flailing around, yet he knew what he had warned him about. Vaughn made it to his house after running at his full speed for five minutes. Usually, it would take thirty minutes on foot. "We're here. I hope you know that this is your new home. Think of it as witness protection, but I am the witness. My life is in your hands, puny human," he shared harshly once again, entering the cottage like house. It wasn't run down or old. Rather, it was kept nice and clean. It looked fairly new, too.


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    Damion winced as a voice entered his ears, tearing him from his own mental world where none of this was happening. He blinked, this time catching what the vampire was saying instead of just inferring. Puny? He frowned, his eyes narrowing and he glanced at him. Sure, he was basically a stick, but he was a 6 ft tall stick. He wouldn't exactly call that puny. And he wasn't exactly a fan of having a new home. He had one of his own...
    Damion's brown eyes opened wide and he felt his body tense. His mom. She was home alone. She was going to be home alone. Dad was in Italy for some kind of convention for work. She was alone. He wouldn't be there to help her. "As much as I would love to stay, I really need to get home." His voice was surprisingly strong and assertive, something that made him tense up. He usually would never talk to someone like that, especially when he was in danger, but any chance that he would be let go was a chance he was willing to take.

    [justify]In Character;;
    Vaughn kept the boy over his shoulder. "Who am I to be so rude? I apologize. I must not have mentioned that you are staying here," he said, sarcasm biting his every word. Damn. Did that boy have a thick skull? Would he ever get it through that Vaughn was being serious? He went through the work to catch the boy, and he wasn't going to let his captive get away that easily. Vaughn shifted from side to side as he held the scrawny male in his arms.


    Out of Character;;



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    Damion's eyes closed and he sighed. Why had he thought that would work? No one ever took him seriously, and when he had run away like a scared little girl a few minutes before, the vampire had no reason to. He opened his eyes once more, looking around him as his surroundings. It was a nice house, he had to admit. But he also lived in a place that could barely be considered a shack. Not that he minded. It was all of the room him and his mother needed. Damion felt his body sway a bit as the vampire moved and he held in a huff. "May I ask that you please put me down, then? All of this swaying is making my stomach turn." His voice had lost it's power and reverted back to it's tiny squeak, but that voice had a few advantages. Those mostly consisted of the fact that he could literally cuss you out and still sound fairly innocent.

    [justify]In Character;;
    Vaughn sighed, rolling his eyes as he sat the squeaky male down. "Is that better, princess?" he asked, slightly teasing the boy. The vampire had to admit that his captive was rather cute, but screw trying to do that whole thing. Vaughn was better off on his own, after all. The male walked into the living room, and smirked gently to himself. He did have one thing that would keep his mind at ease. "By the way, squeaks, you have to sleep with me. I am much smarter than that," Vaughn shared as he rubbed the hair from out of his eyes. What kind of game was he playing? Did the boy come off innocent? He sure the hell did. Though Vaughn didn't mind. He would just knock some sense into the kid.


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    Damion brushed himself off, straightening out his grey button-up shirt and black slacks with a ferocity that made it surprising nothing ripped. Princess? He had been called worse. He watched as the vampire moved on into another room, and his feet moved without his permission to follow him. He wasn't a fan of not knowing where the vampire was. Not that, even knowing where he was, he could stop him from attacking. It gave him a hint of comfort, though. He raised an eyebrow as he mentioned they would be sleeping together. A part of his mind had envisioned a dark basement and chains, but not even a small shred of him would have guessed that. A part of him almost made a joke, but he bit down on his tongue before it worked it's way out. Seeing how poor his luck had been today, he didn't want to take any more chances.

    [justify]In Character;;
    Vaughn peered over the couch with a raised eyebrow. "That's odd. Usually I would expect a protest coming from you," he shared in response to the boy's lack of words. He sort of enjoyed stubborn humans, seeing that he was one himself, but he lacked the human part. Vaughn chuckled gently to himself before closing his eyes momentarily. "I'm Vaughn, by the way," he told the strangely tall, skinny boy in front of him. "I understand if you wouldn't like to introduce yourself. I know that I have made a bad first impression." As the vampire toyed with his white undershirt, he noticed the blood spot. "Damnit!" the male said harshly to himself as he observed the blood stain. Vaughn had just gotten that shirt back from the cleaners. The male sighed as he removed his black over vest, his white shirt soon to follow. Now that he was unclad from his torso up, he felt more open. "I guess I'll just have to get that cleaned up.." Vaughn muttered to himself as he rested back onto the couch.


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    Damion frowned slightly at the ground, almost sighing. Vaughn certainly sounded like a vampire's name. By the time he unlocked his gaze from the ground and looked back up at Vaughn, he was surprised to see he had taken his shirt off. He tensed up, blinking. Had he missed something? He looked back down, this time locking his gaze on his long legs. He bent them a little, trying to occupy his mind with something other than the vampire sitting on the couch. He hated his legs, not because of how they looked but because of all of the trash they had put him through. High school had been the worst, when and even scrawnier version of himself earned the nickname 'Cricket'. Back then, he had built a habit of being hunched over all of the time, something he still tended to do. He had grown into them a bit more, and no longer looked like a flamingo, but sometimes he still saw people from school who would call him that. He shook his head a bit, putting his gaze on Vaughn in an attempt to forget everything. He'd rather think of someone he had seen drink a woman's blood than high school. "My name is Damion Minor." He spoke slowly, just able to force the tiny squeak he had been speaking with back.