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Deangelo
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Date Posted: 19:53:45 03/20/05 Sun
In reply to:
Max
's message, "::aw hell::" on 10:17:05 03/20/05 Sun
Jumping slightly at the heated flare of Zeth's mind in his, more startled out of heaven than frightened, he nearly snickered save for the look he caught in Max's eye. She wasn't going to... was she? Leave him standing here? No, no, don't do that, beautiful! no... please? Ah, damn... Lifting a hand to rub a few fingers to the place of Max's last kiss, he watched her go in silence, something like a young boy watching his puppy being taken from him haunting the emerald gaze. More than a touch of disappointment, a shadow of sadness, and plenty of pout. What an unexpected and unpleasant turn of events! Heaving a sigh that sent his proud shoulders slumping in a momentary sense of defeat, the young vampire shifted his eyes over the apartment interior, considering just what he might do now that he was left to his own devices. Check on the state of his clothes. And there was some comfort to be found cuddling warm, dry clothing fresh from the dryer to his chest. Better that Max's head might rest there, but... oh well, wasn't the first time that the promise of love had gone awry. And there was a city full of potential partners, if only he mustered up the effort to go find one. But for now he would content himself slipping back into his own clothing and leaving the kindly-loaned bathrobe atop the washer. To slip off unannounced? Make amends to his host for nearly stealing one of the other's females? Really, it was nothing personal, afterall. Simply an irresistable escapade! But something wicked stirred on the direction they all had gone... And if curiousity killed cats, it very well may be the undoing of young vampires. Adjusting the last of his clothing into place -how swiftly his cold dead body drank in the last lingerings of heat!- he trailed Max's route, still on the hunt perhaps. Or perhaps just too bold, too curious, for his own good. Or perhaps he was dropped on his head as a child and had the sense knocked right out of him. Whatever his reasons, he silently followed the others, like a jackel slipping in to benefit from the result of carnage. Though what he could gain from the bizarre situation that confronted him, not even his devious imagination could indentify. Weasel past them and stalk Max down the alley? That meant tearing his fascination from the magic that the femmes wielded against one another and, always interested in new discoveries, not even the thought of trailing Max's lovely ass could pull his spastic attention from a moment of onlooking wonder.
((woah, now, gone a few days and suddenly I have to read a novel to catch back up on the action! lol Ah well, serves me right. And I don't quite know what to do with Dean. lol He doesn't stand a chance fighting any of them, laughable little fledgling that he is... I'll send him away if wished, just please don't eat him! lol))
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