| Subject: coulda been me... but no, I'm an innocent here |
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Deangelo
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Date Posted: 07:12:30 03/22/05 Tue
In reply to:
Alicia B.
's message, "$Someone Let The Cats Outta The Bag$" on 20:38:06 03/21/05 Mon
(lucky Dean then that he messed with one of Zeth's ladies- anybody else would rightfully have thrown him into Sabra's reach!)
Taking Zeth's warning with a moment of pause, for once a glimmer of wisdom in his head questioned whether it might not be best to simply slip away under the attacker's radar. Tasting that blade was not on his wish-list, afterall. And however sharp his wits might be, he was not about to test the dangerous femme until he himself was backed into a corner. If 500 years and a philandering lifestyle had taught him anything it was that the females of any species were generally the more venomous. For all the strutting, swaggering, and manly grunting the likes of he and Zeth might pull, the ladies were the ones to keep a wary eye on. And this particular femme was armed and bloodthirsty. All the more reason to tip-toe off and leave the rest of his fellow vampires to their fate.
Until Zeth's silver-tongued taunting with the mention of Sabra simply wanting a forceful fucking out of her prey pulled the young vampire's attention back to the chaos outside and no amount of hovering danger could prevent a wry grin from crawling forth, lined with just a hint of wicked pleasure. Now that mockery surely wasn't going to go over well!
Funny how back from this perspective he could see precisely how such comments would increase the possibilities of a beating. Were he in the same situation the thought to hold his tongue wouldn't ever occur to him and he would do exactly as Zeth did now. Interesting, to watch this unfold from here...
And even more interesting was the unexpected request for help! Zeth would call on him? Well... perhaps all could be forgiven if he were to heed the call? Or was it a clever trick to lure him out before Sabra so that the older male (I assume) could look on in laughter as the youngster squirmed on the end of Sabra's blade? Narrowing his eyes, he hung back, weighing his options. But the promises lacing Zeth's request seemed genuine enough... And... oh hell, who was he kidding? He wasn't going to simply turn around and leave this excitement behind!
And when had putting his neck on the line ever been a significant concern of his?
Though this would make three good deeds in a single night. Was it cheating to just start letting these kindnesses spill over to count for years in advance? Deciding that this would indeed free him up to be a nightmare for 2 straight years in a row, he slipped through the window and did not hesitate to approach Bri with just a quick glance at Zeth and a cocky, wolfish grin to Sabra. Again, nothing personal, but now he was a witness and had chosen sides. Which scribbled his name on the femme's 'death list.' Great. This was more excitement than he had signed up for tonight! Wonderful!
Now, did Zeth's promise of protection include anything an angry Bri might turn on him? Or would his status as her rescuer spare him much rebellious struggle? Reaching a spidery hand to touch lightly at Bri's shoulder, gentle of course but with clear meaning, he beckoned that she follow first on her own accord. The best and easiest means of fulfilling his duty, unless she wanted to be slung over his shoulder one more time tonight.
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