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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Jan 29, 2012 21:22:43 GMT -5
"¿A dónde vas? No me dejes atado!" Came the young males pleading voice as Prestine slid to the edge of the bed. She reached down and pushed her finger against his lips and hushed him gently. "Shhh... I won't be long, Kitten." She cooed to him, running her hand down his chin and then chest before getting up and grabbing the silk robe draped over the bed post. She wrapped the garment tight around her and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, practically skipping to the door. "Pero estoy desnuda!" She heard behind her but didn't turn to acknowledge the boy tied to the four post bed. She knew what he was saying but often pretended she didn't. It was more fun that way, made him feel helpless and vulnerable, which she was certain he did. And certain he loved, otherwise he wouldn't bother crawling back over and over, every night.
She moved easily through the hallway and then down the stairwell planning to get something to eat. When she got to the dining room she noticed the box there on the long, elegant table. "Eeeeh!!" She shrieked and did a sort of gallop in its direction. She tore the cardboard apart and look inside, her heart fluttering with anticipation as she stared at the gorgeous garments that lay inside. "Sebaaasstiiiaaannn.." She sang out as her fingers slid over the layers of lace on the skirt. "Oh, Broootthheeerrr.." She called out again bringing the box with her as she began to hunt him down in the large, two story penthouse suite. If she wanted to make this fun she would need to know where he kept a few of his things so she could borrow.
She followed the sound of a girl laughing softly, knowing they belonged to some trollop Sebastian had picked up off the street. Her brothers play things rarely bothered her unless they became clingy and hung around as if they lived there. Prestine found that obnoxious and pretentious.
"Sebastian?" Prestine purred from the doorway, seeing the girl hanging all over her brother. She leaned against the doorway and grinned. "I need know where daddy's beer steins are. The one's he got from Germany." She said plainly, "And if you have any beer in the fridge, I'm going to have to take it." She grabbed the costumes and allowed the box to plop onto the floor as she held the outfits up for him. "Look! I got Kitten lederhosen and a beer maid outfit for me!" She bubbled, completely ignoring her brothers whore.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jan 29, 2012 23:46:42 GMT -5
The night was still young. The sun had set just a few hours ago and Sebastian was spending the night with the company of a lovely little blonde treat he'd called up to come over. He'd met her trying to get into the Silent Stone just two nights ago when he'd managed to take her off course and guide her into the park. He knew that the sixth lamp was busted in the park and nobody had come around to fix it. It was almost as if that light was cursed. Every time someone would go to fix it the next night it would be busted again. Sebastian knew it wasn't cursed. Unless the curse was him. He'd been breaking that light for the past sixty years, and yet they still didn't give up trying to fix it.
Just behind that lamp post was a wooden bench beside a large bit of shrubbery. It was the perfect spot, blanketed in darkness when the dreadful light was out. It was Sebastian's spot. And he'd taken that little sweet, young girl into the darkness and he'd had her. Like he'd had others before her and he would have others after her. She'd been a good girl. She hadn't screamed like some of the others did. She enjoyed the things he'd done to her, and because of that he took her number.
And tonight, he'd called that number and she'd come over. Rachel was the name she'd given him. Well Rachel now belonged to him. She might not have known it but she was his until he grew tired of her. Or until she tried to get away from him. Which ever came first, he'd be sure to take care of her.
While Sebastian sat there slouched in the couch with his head against the soft cushion, Rachel was sitting in his lap and planting kisses on his neck. She was trying to get his attention, trying to find her way into his pants once again. But Sebastian wasn't in the mood for that just yet. He liked when they begged and proved they were worthy of his affection. Rachel didn't realize she would be part of his games. Not yet anyway. But she would. "How about we go party? My friend Sarah? She like, knows the bouncer at Cloud Nine? She could TOTALLY get us in without the cover charge!" Rachel ran her mouth as if Sebastian was really listening to her.
"How about we play the quiet game, hmm?" Sebastian wiggled his brows at her playfully and before either of them could continue the conversation or lack thereof, the male heard the voice of his sibling. "Sebastian?" He groaned a little quietly and looked over towards the entryway, knowing that his dear sister would be showing herself in a moment's time.
And he was right.
When Prestine appeared he stared at her, listening to her asking about the steins and the beer. "You're not going to let that wet thing you have in your room drink any of my alcohol. Make him go to the store and get some." He said and turned his attention back to Rachel, who was looking between them nervously and was slowly trying to get off his lap and sit on the couch as if she was hoping nobody noticed. "Where are you going?" Rachel shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't know you had a sister. And this is like, totally rude. Hi! I'm Rachel!" The girl waved to Prestine and Sebastian smirked before he got up from the couch, leaving the girl seated there.
"You don't need an outfit to look like a wrench, Prestine." Sebastian said and leaned to the side with his arms over his head, stretching his back out. "And your 'kitten' would look ridiculous in that. How about you lend me the outfits. I could find a better use of them." He cocked his devilish little grin at his sister and stood there. "I'm not telling where the steins are."
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Jan 30, 2012 0:21:34 GMT -5
"You're not going to let that wet thing you have in your room drink any of my alcohol. Make him go to the store and get some." She gave a little smile that made her seem innocent. "He can't. He's a little tied up at the moment. And I hid his clothes." She would probably keep him tied up all day while she was stone, simply because she could. Or maybe she would untie him and lock him in her bedroom. She didn't like letting her play things leave. Caging them was so much easier; they were always there when you wanted them!
When the girl introduced herself it as if Prestine had finally noticed her, like she had magically appeared suddenly out of thin air. She cocked her head at the girl and then ignored her looking back to her brother as he got up. She could care less about his toys. They weren't even real people to her. The Davenports often found the stupidest, most beautiful people to accompany them.
"Oh, I never said I needed them to look like a wench." She replied cheerfully, holding the costume up against herself and looking down. It was way too cute! She couldn't wait to see Kitten dance for her! "And if you want you can use these outfits when I'm through. That is, if you tell me where the steins are." Sebastian was toeing a fine line and she knew he knew it. To the outside observer, things were far from heading south, but it wouldn't take much to make Prestine snap. "Which you will." She practically purred, taking a step towards her brother. Her smile was kind and her posture showed no sign of annoyance or stress. "Where are they, Sebastian?" She asked again in an almost child like voice, sweet and sugary to the point of decay.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jan 30, 2012 1:39:04 GMT -5
"Every brother wants to hear that there is a naked Hispanic man tied up in his sister's room. Thank you for sharing." Sebastian said and offered a sarcastic little grin to her before he shook his head and walked so he was standing in front of one of the high arms of the couch, turned and leaned against it, partially sitting on it. His hands found their way into the pockets of his slacks and he stood there just watching his sister. "Have you ever heard the acronym TMI before?"
Rachel sat there looked uncomfortable and nervous. It wasn't her place and she found it weird that they were talking the way they were. "You two live together? Isn't that like a little weird, being brother and sister? You two are totally old enough to live by yourselves. Just saying!" Rachel asked and gave a nervous little giggle trying to break the awkwardness that she seemed to be the only one experiencing. And what was that about someone tied up in the sister's room? What kind of kinky shit was she into? Was Sebastian into that too?!
Sebastian turned his head to look over his shoulder, but he didn't look at the girl. He was looking at the wall instead since she wasn't important enough to hardly waste time glancing at right now. "How about you just sit there and look pretty and maybe we'll go to that club your friend can get us into?" Sebastian said although he had no interest in going to the club with her. He'd probably go after he was done with her for the night and find some other young tart to play with and buy drinks for. Maybe he'd even take a little play from Prestine and lock a girl up so that she couldn't leave during the day. Then he wouldn't have to go out tomorrow and find a plaything. It would already be waiting in his room.
"Now why would I want to use them when you're through? So I can have the image of you in it? And if you think I would put something like that on after one of your things had it on. That's not going to happen." He sneered a bit at her and put his hands on the arm of the couch and pushed himself up off of it, walking away from both Rachel and Prestine towards the kitchen area. "The steins are where they've always been. They're above the microwave in the cupboard. Oh, that's right. You've never set foot in the kitchen, have you?" Sebastian taunted and reached up to open the cupboard above the microwave only to see that the steins were not there!
"Alright, which one of your brutes took father's steins?" Sebastian turned on Prestine and gave her his most menacing look, baring his teeth at her as his features darkened in anger. He'd always been known for his temper, but when it came to their father's items he was very particular about them. Not because they reminded him of his father, but because he liked them. They were all they had of their beloved father. Unfortunately the late Davenport had taken the plunge off the top of the very building they lived in. Nobody could ever figure out what drove him to kill himself. Although Sebastian know, just as well as Prestine did that it wasn't suicide at all.
"If I find one of them put their dirty hands on those steins I will cut off each and every appendage they have." He snarled at her and advanced towards her. Rachel didn't know WHAT was going on! She got up from the couch, hearing the angry guy she was seeing and couldn't believe the look he was giving his sister! He looked like he was ready to murder someone! She let out a scream and covered her mouth. "Oh my god calm down Sebastian!!" She cried out hopefully!
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Jan 30, 2012 10:22:50 GMT -5
Prestine's eyes narrowed at the girl as she made her comment. Neither she or her brother wanted to give the beautiful penthouse up when it was found that they had both come into possession of it. So instead of fighting they decided to live together. It was more than spacious enough for the two of them and their friends. Still, she wouldn't take that kind of lips from her toys.
"Oh, don't worry, we can have them dry cleaned when I'm through with them. I promise no stains." She taunted playfully with a giggle, ignoring Rachel once more. She found it best to ignore the girls Sebastian brought home, otherwise it would always end badly. As it was Rachel was toeing a thin line here, and if she didn't quit talking she would likely not see the club later. Or ever again.
"Hey, sometimes I go in there." She pushed away from the doorway and took a step towards her brother when he started to freak out about steins missing. She felt suddenly more disappointed that she wouldn't get them right now than that they were missing, thought she could see immediately that Sebastian didn't share the same sentiments. He loved fathers things. Prestine saw them as reminders of her father, but to Sebastian they were old things he enjoyed having around because they were interesting and lovely to look at. Perhaps deep down Sebastian saw them as reminders too, since he allowed them to stay locked away instead of display them out to be seen. Not that they ever had anyone over worth displaying them for.
"Oh, calm down. You probably just put them in the wrong spot." She offered, placing her costumes down and glaring at her brothers little friend again. "You know, Sebastian, you should really take a note from my book when it comes to bringing people home." She growled, still glaring at the girl. "Mine know their places." Her pale eyes flashed to her enraged brother, "And don't speak much English. Or understand it for that matter."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jan 30, 2012 23:53:16 GMT -5
Sebastian's temper had gotten the best of him more times than not, but this wasn't going to be one of those times. Maybe one of his sister's foreign fairies didn't take the steins but it still didn't excuse that they were gone. And he knew it wasn't him who had moved them. He never touched them. He might have opened the cupboard from time to time just to look at them, and maybe admire them a little. But he didn't dare touch them. Mainly because of his temper. He knew that if he were to throw a stein it would shatter and then it would be lost. Not like they were used for anything else. "If they didn't take them then you moved them. You need to find them. And you can't use them with that in your room." He pointed towards the direction that Prestine's room was in.
Rachel was listening to them talk and had covered her mouth with her hands to keep herself quiet since she had screamed when Sebastian got angry. While she was listening she picked up on the girl taking about her like she was some object. "Hey I'm not some toy!" Rachel shot up to her feet and stood there with her hands clenched by her sides, her brows arching down and her face turning slightly pink from being angry. "I am a grown woman and I am not some arm trophy! I am SOO much more than that! I happen to be studying to be in early education! I'm going to be a teacher. And what do YOU do, bitch?!" Rachel was ready! Let her bring it she could talk the talk but she had a feeling that this bitch's bark was worse than her bite.
"You have an early childhood education." Sebastian mumbled under his breath and rolled his eyes, not paying much attention to Rachel at all. "And you," He leaned against the wall and reached over to poke his sister on the tip of her nose, "should take a note from my book. Just ignore the ignorant. And don't go foreign. You never know what they're carrying on them." He shuddered at the thought of it and then walked past his sister, attempting to bump into her shoulder as he walked by.
"Run along and play, dear sister. You're not getting the steins. Go make sure Javier is still breathing. Before I do." He flashed his best, flirtatious smile towards his sister and winked at her. She knew that if he went in there to check on whoever was in there, then they wouldn't have a pulse by the time he was done with them. Sort of like Rachel in a bit if she kept up her whining.
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Jan 31, 2012 0:14:18 GMT -5
Permission was granted to power play by Whiskey
With every word that escaped her brothers whore's mouth made a angry twitch start to form under her left eye. It was taking a lot of restraint to not make her way over there and snap her neck. She could feel her body tense with the annoyance of the situation and her pleasantries were running lower and lower. "I didn't move them." Her voice was still calm, but only momentarily.
"Run along and play, dear sister. You're not getting the steins. Go make sure Javier is still breathing. Before I do." And that was the moment that Prestine saw red. She turned and went after her brother, and in a swift movement she grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the wall, her hand firmly against his windpipe as she held him against the wall, her face inches from his. She was strong to begin with considering what she was, but her rage made her adrenaline pump heavy through her veins.
"His name is Sergio." She corrected in a low growl, knowing it didn't matter to Sebastian, but it mattered to her. Sure, she only played with her boys for a short amount of time, but during that time she would fall passionately in love with them. It wasn't real love since she was able to turn it off at will, but more of a severe puppy dog love. It never left the honeymoon stage, which was exactly the sort of relationships she preferred to have. "And you will not go to him. Ever." Her tone was dangerous and she moved her hand from his throat, remaining close. "He would never disrespect me the way your whore has." Prestine's head snapped to the room and she glared menacingly at the girl. "And if you would like for her to live to see the sun I suggest you keep her hidden in your bedroom where all toys belong." Her stare was daring, seeing if this girl was idiotic enough to open her trap again and make her predicament worse. Prestine had no morals. Neither of the Davenports did.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Jan 31, 2012 3:12:05 GMT -5
Sebastian was going to head back to the sofa but it appeared that Prestine had a different plan for him. He felt the grip tightening around his throat and before he even had time to blink the back of his head was thrown into a wall and his air passage was beginning to close. He let out a cough and then sucked in a sharp gasp of air. His vision had become blurred from the order of events but it was beginning to be clear once more and directly in his view was his sister. He could almost feel her breath she was so close. This only made the grin that was on his lips before curl up and grow bigger. He loved to fight. It didn't matter who it was with. The more violent it was the better.
Meanwhile Rachel was screaming her head off, shouting at the crazy sister. That psycho was strong and she did not want to get in the middle of this! She started to gather up her coat and her purse up into her arms from off the floor near the couch and shook her head. "You guys are FREAKS! I am SO out of here. You better just lose my number!" She shouted shrilly at them and made her way for the door.
Sebastian tsk'd when Prestine let go of his throat and shook his head before tilting it from side to side to crack it. She definitely had an arm on her but then again so did he. It wouldn't leave a mark. She'd have to stab him to leave a mark, but that wasn't going to happen tonight. "See what you did? You better fix it before I go make Javier my toy." Sebastian managed to lean close to his sister's ear when he said Javier, making sure that he said it slow and just a little over a whisper, making it sound almost seductive the way he said the name. He knew this one's name was Sergio but it didn't matter to him. Unlike his sister he didn't care for names. They might as well just be numbered.
He didn't fall in love or even act like he cared about the ones he had over. Most of the time it was women, but sometimes he'd even have men over if he felt they would be more fun. They were more prideful and didn't scream like the women did if he "accidentally" hurt them. It wasn't as if he brought queens home. They were worse than the women and he couldn't handle the way they acted. And the lisp! He couldn't stand when a queen had a lisp. He wanted to rip their little fairy tongues out of their mouths and stick it in a blender.
"Go get her." Sebastian's voice was more demanding this time and held a sneer towards the end. He stood up straight and towered over his beloved sister pointing towards the doorway. "Rachel, my sister has something she'd like to say to you." He called out loudly, he could still hear the dumb blonde's footsteps. She hadn't made it to the front door just yet. "Get her to stay and I'll let you do the honors when I'm through." Sebastian offered to Prestine. When he was through with his women, if they were too broken to let loose back into society he put them out of their misery. And he figured Prissy would get a kick out of doing it herself. "What do you say?"
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Jan 31, 2012 11:01:12 GMT -5
Prestine's body was rigid with anger as her brother continued to act like, well, her brother. He would never make one of her toys his own. He didn't like her sloppy seconds, but he would mess with her and Sergio as long as he was in the mood to, and they would never kill each other, so he really had nothing to lose. Though Sebastian should have been more careful. Prestine was irrational and the never kill each other rule could potentially slip her mind one of those days. But for now, he had only struck a nerve, especially when he murmured the wrong name. Intentionally, this time.
"Go get her." He said firmly and she glared up at him, not wanting to do anything for him and that wretch that was using up perfectly good air. "Get her to stay and I'll let you do the honors when I'm through. What do you say?"
A grin slid over her face and she took a step back from Sebastian, letting him believe he had won this little battle. In a way he had, she had stepped away and would do his bidding at the price of letting her kill the little skank when he was done. She went to her costumes which were left on the ground and picked them up, bringing them with her as she made her way to cut off Rachel at the door.
"Oh, no no..." She pouted at Rachel, grabbing her shoulder. "You can't leave yet!" Her tone was different now. It was kind and cheerful. No one would have ever known how angry she had been only seconds before. "I love your hair.. I wish mine were blond sometimes." She reached a hand up and stroked the long blond hair, and then without warning she grabbed Rachel's face and snapped it to the left, hearing her neck crack. The poor thing didn't stand a chance against Prestine as her body crumbled lifeless to the ground.
As far as Prestine was concerned, Sebastian was done with her. "I don't think she's going anywhere anytime soon, dear." She called out in a sing song voice. "You may do what you like to her now. I'd hurry, though. They get cold and stiff fast."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Feb 2, 2012 1:15:04 GMT -5
Sebastian rounded the corner just as Rachel's body crumbled to the floor in a lifeless heap. He had a feeling that his sister would do that to the girl. Which was why he didn't seem the slightest surprised when he saw he saw her snap her neck like a twig. The sound of her spine twisting and breaking made a sickening noise that was all too familiar to the Gargoyle. In fact, it was a sound he didn't mind at all. He liked it. And at the moment he was picturing the sound coming from his dear sister.
The very thought of murdering his only family made his lips curl in a smile that looked more like a sneer. "You want to play? Fine with me." His words came out in a hiss as he brushed past his sister, heading directly towards her side of their lavish condo. "Oh Sergio!" He called out in a playful singing voice, knowing exactly where to find the one who Prestine was calling 'kitten'. He was her kitten for now, but in a week she'd have herself a new one anyway. But why couldn't she have one sooner? He thought that was an excellent idea.
"It's time to play!" He called and strolled down the hall casually, knowing that his sister would be on his heels. She hated when he tormented her little pets. She thought of humans as toys. He didn't even see them as that. He saw them as nothing. It wasn't because he was a Gargoyle, either. He assumed that if he were human he'd see his fellow man the same way he did now. He was almost to Prestine's room when he glanced over his shoulder nonchalantly to see if she was following yet, and waiting to hear her screams of protest.
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Feb 4, 2012 20:02:30 GMT -5
"You want to play? Fine with me. Oh Sergio!" She looked up at her brother with narrowed blue eyes that slowly widened as she realized what he was doing. Sebastian wouldn't DARE touch her Kitten! He meant so much more to her than that trollop ever would to him. He knew better... He knew how she got when she lost her precious Kittens!
"Don't you dare." She growled dangerously from her place, her body tensing as anger and fear surged her, filling her veins instead of blood. Her eye gave a little twitch as it followed him down the hall. He would stop, he was trying to upset her, trying to teach her a lesson of sorts, but he would stop. She knew he would...
He was nearly to her door now and she felt the panic begin to set in. What if he didn't stop... what if he just kept on going, walking into her room. She knew Kitten would panic, seeing her brother walk in instead of her when he was so vulnerable and helpless. There was no way he stood even a hair of a chance against Sebastian, seeing as he was tied up and butt ass naked on the bed.
"Sebastian!" Prestine yelped. "You will rue this day if you step foot into that bedroom, do you hear me? I will make your life completely miserable. You know I can, you know I will, and so help me I will. You leave him alone!" She was starting to doubt if he would listen or not suddenly. Sebastian wasn't much for listening to her, especially when he was in these sorts of moods, but she was counting on a scare tactic to get him to listen and maybe think about what he was doing before he did anything too stupid. "She had it coming, you know it's true. Kitten's done nothing to you! He's done nothing wrong and he wouldn't dare open his mouth to say a single terrible thing! I'll help you find a new one, but so help me if you touch a hair on my Kitten's head, Sebastian..."
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Feb 7, 2012 3:10:16 GMT -5
Sebastian lived to torture his dear twin sister. It must have been one of the only memorable traits that were given to them from their parents. It seemed that everyone in the Davenport bloodline were cruel, savage beasts who loved to torment those who were close to them by taking the things that were most precious to them. That was the only way that Sebastian could explain it to himself as the reasoning to why they did it. Because Prestine was the same way when she wanted to be.
"Kitten! Come on out to play!" He taunted and pressed his back up against Prestine's shut bedroom door and placed an index finger up to his lips in a gesture to shush his irksome sister. But he knew she would just keep on yelling at him until he stopped. And he wasn't planning on stopping. Not yet anyway. His free hand went to the doorknob and he let out a gasp as if they were playing some sort of game of hide and seek and then swung the door open and smoothly went in. He knew that his sister would be right on his heels and he thought about slamming the door in her face but decided otherwise.
The sight that lay before him was exactly what he imagined. Sometimes he wondered who was the more gruesomely perverse, him or Prestine. And at the moment he was beginning to think that Prestine took the icing to the cake. At least for the moment. The manner of the naked man didn't surprise him at all. He charged at the bed and jumped up over the foot board and landed feet on either side of the man. He could already sense the alarm and fear in the man's eyes. It didn't help that Sebastian then dropped down to his knees so that he was straddling the little parasite's chest and reached to grab hold of "Kitten's" head, his palms clamped down on either side of his temples as if he were prepared to twist at any given moment.
"Uh uh uh!" Sebastian looked over his shoulder to his sister and shook his head with a glimmer shining in his cold grey eyes, giving a very toothy sneer to her and showing off the elongated, sharp canines that were in his mouth. "Come any closer and I'll rip his head clean off of his shoulders. Unless..." He trailed off as if he had to think about it. "What are you going to do for me?" He snarled at her, waiting as his hands pressed harder against the man's temples. "Before I squeeze to hard."
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Feb 7, 2012 22:55:49 GMT -5
"Sebastian!" She yelped as he went to go into her room but then he put his fingers to his lips to shush her and she pursed her own, glaring at him. He was messing with her, the idiot. She couldn't completely blame him, she did sort of ask for it, but he was going too far! This was different than what she did! She loved Kitten! He never loved that slut.
When he gasped and opened her door she threw her hand out to stop him even though she was too far away to truly stop him. "Don't!" She cried out but it was too late. He was in her room and she could hear Kitten screaming, undoubtedly because there was a strange man on him! "Aiy! ¿Qué estás haciendo. ¡Fuera! Desátame!"
The girl ran into her bedroom to save the poor boy from certain death at the hands of her brother, her body on the verge of trembling with anger. "Get off of him!" She growled vehemently, starting to charge towards the pair, desperate to save her Kitten. "Uh uh uh! Come any closer and I'll rip his head clean off of his shoulders. Unless..." Again her body stiffened and her jaw grew rigid and tight as she clenched her teeth together, her fists doing the same at her sides. "What are you going to do for me? Before I squeeze to hard."
She looked to his hands seeing he was on the verge of taking her pets life. She would do anything to keep him alive and that son of a bitch knew it. "Por favor, déjame ir, por favor no me mates!" the boy whimpered, struggling gently below Sebastian.
"You can have the Oktoberfest costumes." She grumbled, her teeth still clenched, her hands balled into fists. She knew he would want more, but she wasn't interested in offering too much at first. A debate would need to be had before she would willingly give up more than she wanted to, but she knew he wanted those stupid costumes and she could always order another set and have them rush delivered. Hell, she would order her own damn beer steins this time, too.
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Post by SEBASTIAN DAVENPORT on Feb 9, 2012 1:45:00 GMT -5
If there was anything that was great for passing time, it was tormenting Prestine. She got so riled up over her little pets. Sebastian could have cared less for Rachel but it gave him a good excuse to mess with her mate of the week. "That's not good enough." He sneered at her and he pressed his hands harder against the man's head, surely enough to make the pressure uncomfortable for him. "How does that feel, Esteban?" Sebastian knew that his name wasn't Esteban, but at the moment he just couldn't remember what it was. Not that he cared enough to think of what it was.
"Come on Prissy I know you can do better than that! Use that pretty little head of yours. What else are you willing to offer me?" Sebastian did want the costumes. But the reason he wanted them was so that he didn't have to see his sister walking around in it. The very thought sickened him. He didn't like to admit it, but he knew that his sister was attractive. How else would she get so many suitors to play her 'kitten'? The Davenports had been very attractive from the very beginning.
He could feel the man under his weight squirming and trying to get away while he shouted in spanish. "Sorry Juan, I don't speak spanish!" He said to the man and chuckled. This was all a game for the male gargoyle.
"I want you to go get someone for me tomorrow night. Someone..." His cold grey hues shifted to the side as he thought about it for a moment. "..someone smart this time. And blonde. Or! Here's an idea.. surprise me with hair color! Just make sure they're not as dumb as this bag of bones." He said and looked at the mexican slave once more. "What do you say, Prissy? We have ourselves a deal?"
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Post by PRESTINE DAVENPORT on Feb 9, 2012 22:45:58 GMT -5
Sergio cried out as Sebastian pushed on his head harder, feeling as though it might pop like a ripe zit. He squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back, trying to buck the other boy off him to no avail. Prestine made a mental not to get a key lock for her door so she could keep her brother out of it from here on out.
The screaming made Prestine take a step closer, her eyes wide in terror as she feared her brother squeezing too hard, but she knew if she pulled him off Sergio's life was as good as over. "Come on Prissy I know you can do better than that! Use that pretty little head of yours. What else are you willing to offer me?" She feared her teeth would shatter considering how hard she was clenching them. She wanted to rip him limb from limb! How could he! How could he toy with her like this! All she;d done was ask for the beer steins! That's it! Sure it ended with her sort of killing his hook-up, but her life was worthless anyway! If anything she saved him some air to breath! "What do you want?" She growled dangerously in his direction, watching him with narrowed eyes as the oy below him bucked anxiously.
"I want you to go get someone for me tomorrow night." It wouldn't be hard to do, but she didn't want to give him anything after the treatment he was giving her and Kitten, but if it meant he would go away then she would oblige, even if she didn't want to. "What do you say, Prissy? We have ourselves a deal?"
"Fine." She hissed, her voice low and angry. "IF...you get out of my room this very second, and don't let me see you until I'm ready to deliver." He was lucky she didn't attack him.
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