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Post by Tori on Oct 28, 2007 19:55:56 GMT -6
Banners were up all over the school. Ruana was missing. The flyers were all brightly colored, aiming to grab the attention of all passersby. On the top, it said "MISSING" in large, bold letters. Underneath was a paragraph, and next to that, a recent picture of Ru.
'Ruana Sremmos, age 16, Hufflepuff, Head Girl. Last spotted in her bed, reading, drinking an unknown red fluid from a thermos. Skinny, sharp teeth, blonde hair, gray eyes...we think... Might be dangerous. If anyone spots her, please alert Ike Barringer, Ellendie Flor, or Malcom Gray. If you want the information to get anywhere, please alert Ellendie Flor ASAP. Thank you.'
After so much time spent "escaping" by reading novel after novel, Ruana needed to really escape. She was pretty sure that Elle had told Malcom and Ike about her ailment, and if they knew, so did the entire school. Ike would have freaked out and ran screaming through the corridors. Deciding that she didn't need the added pressure of people fearing and/or gawking at her, Ruana decided to pack up and leave for a few weeks. So, without telling anyone, Ruana gathered some books, clothes, her wand, some schoolbooks, and other things, put them in her trunk, and make it hover behind her as she left in the dead of night.
It was a long walk to Hogsmeade at night, because there were things out there, but Ruana realized that she could probably handle any creature or person that tried to hurt her. By the time she reached the Shrieking Shack, Ruana's feet throbbed, and she was freezing. After cleaning up the place a bit, Ruana lit a fire in the fireplace and set up a camp bed that she'd magicked into her trunk. It was quite comfortable, actually. She'd brought several blankets, as well.
Locking the door at night, Ruana lived there, feeling free of any stresses. It was not the first time she left the castle, but this time, she was alone, and she felt safer than before. She fed on small animals and the occasional wolf, dreading hunger more than anything. She slept by day, hunted and read by night, even writing a bit. She would sing songs to herself and even write out letters to Elle. Most letters ended up in the fireplace, and the others left in her stack of parchment that was kept a good distance from the fireplace.
It was a good thing no one came here anymore.
[[Admin Edit: 1 galleon given by Gin]]
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Post by Gin on Oct 28, 2007 20:39:42 GMT -6
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It was a dull week. Really. The missing posters had only caught his attention once and that was only because he heard some kid say his name and point at the poster. Malcom had turned and stared at the lime green piece of paper covering the stone wall. Across the top it read "Missing". His eyes scrolled down, skipping over everything that wasn't his name. When he came to it, he put two and two together and got 16. It was as simply as that. Someone was missing him. But who? His eyes went back up to the top and looked at the paper. There was a picture there of the Head Girl. She was hot. And her legs were very nice when he managed to move his eyes farther down from her chest. He managed when she wore a skirt.
But now, the hot girl missed him. She needed him. She ached for him with every fiber of her bellyring... or something like that. Malcom took a proud, distinguished look on his face and about faced into a Ravenclaw. Without looking down at the spilled vials and books, he stepped on the boy's hand that was trying to scoop it up and walked right outside.
When Malcom realized, after several hours of chasing various female members of the species, that there was no Ru outside, he clambored back into the now dark castle. He walked to the Hufflepuff common room and banged on the door without caring much which portriat-dweller he was hurting. One of the 8th years answered the door with a stern look on his face.
"Renina for favor, please," he announced, holding his hand out in front of him like he was examining his perfect manicure.
"Didn't you see all the posters, dweeb? Ruana is missing."
"Yes. I know that. She is missing me."
The Hufflepuff slammed the door.
This did not make Malcom happy. He knew where he could be happy. He always managed to find some old device in the Shrieking Shack that made him happy. Sometimes it was a shiney silver object and sometimes it was a pipe. Either way, he would be happy at the Shrieking Shack. He set off through the halls, not stopping for David who called after him in the Great Hall. Malcom walked right outside into the grass and crawled under the Whomping Willow who seemed too stunned by Malcom's unphasable concentration on getting through the hole in its roots to do anything but stand there looking fearsome.
Malcom crawled through the tunnels, checking the little crannies he found on the way for any shiney object that might have decided to lodge itself in there. He found nothing until he came to the actual shack.
The door was warm, the wood not near cold enough. Malcom liked it. Usually he had to make a fire or such but the house must have felt sorry for him today.
He found that it had felt very sorry for him, because, there, sitting on her lovely round butt, was Ruana Sremmos. Malcom pushed the trap door up so it landed with a dusty thump on the floor to the left. He pulled himself up out of the floor and sat on the edge, laying himself over the warm floor, propping his head in his hand.
"Hello, honey. Miss me did you? Why don't you come over here and show me how much." He sat up, pulled his feet up onto the wooden floor and pulled the hatch back over the hole with one hand. "I know how appealing I must be so why not give into temptation and let me show you how appealing I can be naked."
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Post by Tori on Nov 14, 2007 17:54:19 GMT -6
It was well into nighttime by then, and Ruana was just walking in from her hunt. She wiped the blood from her mouth with the hem of her shirt, which was splattered with even more blood. She’d had herself a nice rabbit meal. Hopefully none of them were animagi. Well, none of them had a different blood taste. Animagi had a distinct taste in their blood, Ruana had found out a few weeks before. It was a mixture of human blood and their animal. Blood tasted horrible to Ruana, but there were many different flavors. Though different, they were all bitter, all metallic, all warm and thick, all sickening.
Exhausted and feeling satisfied at the burst of warmth that heated her permanently chilly skin, Ruana sighed and tossed her coat to the side. She would always be cold now. Maybe that was all the reason to find someone to warm to be with, but for now, she would be safer—as would the entire human population—staying here for a while. She was getting better at controlling herself, though, and may be able to go back soon. A week, she guessed.
Staring at the hefty stack of vampire books she’d gotten at Hogwarts library before departing, Ruana sighed and walked over to the arrangement of pillows and blankets she’d set up by the fireplace. She found it more comfortable than the camp bed, and got rid of that. Plopping down into the plush softness of it, Ruana looked down at her shirt, which was illuminated by the luminous flames licking up the flue. There was blood all over it. With a grunt that drowned out the noise of the trapdoor closing, she aggressively tore off her shirt and threw it into the fire, which blazed brightly.
"Hello, honey."
Ruana whipped her head around to see a manly silhouette lying on the floor. For a moment, she thought she would be raped—again—but soon thought better of it. The blaze of the fire on his skin illuminated his features and told her otherwise. Malcom Gray may be very cocky and a man-whore, but he was no rapist.
"Miss me did you? Why don't you come over here and show me how much."
Ruana blinked. She still had no shirt on, wearing nothing but gray sweatpants and a magenta lace bra. Upon realizing this, Ruana made a hurried grab for a pillow but overreached and fell forward, her nose brushing the hardwood floor.
"I know how appealing I must be so why not give into temptation and let me show you how appealing I can be naked."
Nose still on the floor, Ruana looked up at Malcom. He had to be kidding. Guys like Malcom didn’t go for girls like Ruana. Especially since she was lethal now. Lethal. That sounded nice. Lethal.
“Malc—seriously?” She said, caught off guard, peeling her face from the floor. Would she actually lose her virg—no, already done that. Unwillingly, of course, but it can’t be redone. Unfortunately. But anyways, why would Malcom want her? She was a freak, outcast. She could kill him with one stroke (superhuman strength. vampires are cool) or one bite.
Lethal.
[[Edit: 1 galleon given by The Galleon Mistress]]
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Post by Gin on Nov 14, 2007 19:32:34 GMT -6
Malcom's grey eyes followed Ruana's movement, even the slightest of it, as she lunged at the wooden planks that had tried to call themselves a floor. There was no reason to throw herself on the floor when there was surely a perfectly comfortable bed just up the stairs. But Malcom found that Ruana diving at the wood worked to his advantage, as every movement of hers had since she subtracted the red tie-dyed shirt from her overall outfit.
As class idiot, second only to his best friend Ike, Malcom was allowed his rights. Such as, the right to be uninformed of Ruana's vampiric state or the right to enjoy seeing her chest pressed against the floor and threatening to spill out of the lace she had used to try and hold the 'puppies' in. Or the right to have every sexual thought ever thought by any man as he stared at Ruana's naked body. Well, only 1/4 naked but Malcom was never too good at fractions.
“Malc—seriously?”
Malcom didn't want the voice. She was talking. She should be stripping off those dreadfully out of style sweat pants and crawing over his chest. Maybe she wanted him to even out the score first; lose his shirt.
"Sorry baby. You lose the bra too or you don't get to see my nipples." He winked at her and ran a finger "sexilly" down the middle of his chest. Oh what the hell, he thought and stripped off his "Real men love fluffy bunnies... with blood" shirt and tossed it at Ruana. He really just wanted to speed up the gift that the Shrieking Shack had given him.
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Post by Tori on Dec 2, 2007 19:43:51 GMT -6
Embarassed, Ruana looked up at Malcom to wait for the disgustedly condescending remark, but instead he looked thoroughly delighted and even a little confused. And then a lightbulb went off somewhere in Malcom's head, it appeared.
"Sorry baby. You lose the bra too or you don't get to see my nipples."
Ruana sat up and looked down at herself, no longer feeling as self-conscious as she had a moment before. She opened her mouth to speak, only to get a faceful of fabric. It appeared Malcom could not wait to get his shirt off. Ruana moved the garment away form herself and looked over at Malcom. He looked great without a shirt. She wasn't so sure about herself, but anything would look good next to him.
Even though Ruana knew she couldn't trust Malcom, she also knew that this may be her only chance with him. Taking a deep breath, Ruana reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide off of her arms and onto the floor. It was a relief to get that thing off, really. The blood had seeped through her shirt and onto her bra. It would need to be washed. To let him know that this was what she wanted. Ruana moved over to make room for him on her bed of cushions and took her hair down from its ponytail. If there was one thing Ruana was not self-conscious about, it was her hair. Ever since she was bitten, the frizziness of it disappeared and it curled naturally now. She now had shoulder length, vuluptuous, shiny blonde curls.
And she was ready.
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Post by Gin on Dec 27, 2007 0:56:10 GMT -6
Malcom minus a shirt stared at the vision that had just revealed herself to him. Now, really, Malcom was not a picky guy. He'd take a blonde or a brunette or a red-head. He'd take a tall or a short girl. He'd take an I-see-you-ribs kind of girl or a meat-on-her-bones kind of girl. Really, it didn't matter to him. But if it had mattered, this blonde beauty in front of him would have been just the thing to inspire him. Malcom ground his teeth, knowing any other living male in the school would perk up at the site of this girl he was about to have. She was his, maybe not yet but she would be.
Her bra slid down her arms, sinking against the floor. He watched it deflate, eager to see what it had restrained. His eyes moved up her body slowly, giving him time to enjoy everything. By the time he even got to her chest, he would have been rearing to go at nothing, but there waiting for him were two perfect breasts waiting for his mark. Ruana scooted back on the cushions, leaving just enough room for another body. Whatever had been holding all that blonde hair back was removed and it tumbled down to her shoulders. Malcom sucked in his breath and started to crawl forward, the idiotic Slytherin transformed into a man on a mission.
Malcom settled against the cushions. His toes worked at his ankles, pushing off the clothes he didn't want between him and his blonde. His blonde. He smiled impishly and bent forward to kiss her hard. With his socks finally off, he rolled to his hip and twisted one leg over and inbetween her legs. He attempted to move her to her back as his hand sought out her breast.
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Post by Tori on Feb 11, 2008 0:16:31 GMT -6
Ruana had to try to let her insecurities go. She knew that becoming a vampire had made her more attractive than she was before (it was in a book she read), but it was still strange to her. The guy she'd spent hours upon end thinking about was now staring at her bare chest, something burning in his eyes.
Malcom didn't even hesitate. Didn't even ask her if she was sure about this. Nothing. He knew how long she'd waited; or did he? Did he even recognize her? Of course he did. She was still Ruana Sremmos.
Wasn't she?
Did people care she was gone? Had Malcom just mysteriously stumbled upon the shrieking shack to find a pretty blonde girl so conveniently distraught? Or was he actually seeking her out? Ruana didn't know for sure. All she knew was that now he looked lusty and was lunging for her. She didn't even have time to think before his mouth was on hers.
The smell of him was overpowering. It made her dizzy. He was so warm compared to her icy skin, and his blood smelled delicious. The vampirism gave her sense of smell a boost, and the smell of human blood seemed to kick up her senses. She leaned into his kiss, doing all she could not to sink her teeth into his tongue that was so conveniently in her mouth, massaging her own tongue.
The warmth of Malcom was so exquisite that she pressed her own bare chest against his hot one, taking her hand off of the back of his neck and reaching down for his pants. She had never needed someone so much in her whole life. I wasn't a very long life, but if was a life nonetheless. Regardless of the previous rapes that had caused her to think awfully toward any man seeking sex, this was one time she understood what it was like to need something so much that you ached.
Every nerve inside of her was begging her to hurry up and have him. His hand was soon on her breast and she moaned into his mouth with the hot pleasure and ache. She tried and tried but her hands fumbled around the button of his jeans. Frustrated, she pushed him down against the cushions and, breathing heavily with need, tore the button off of the denim. The strength vampirism gave her did come in handy every now and then.
Relieved, she pulled down his zipper and ripped his pants off, forehead against his stomach. But there was a problem. Ruana still had pants on. Sitting up and straddling Malcom, Ruana unbuttoned her own loose-fitting jeans and pushed them down, then laying atop him so she could kick them off the resu of the way.
"I need you," she breathed into his ear, taking in as much of his heat she could without sinking her teeth into his neck. She wasn't hungry. She'd just eaten. Just keep telling yourself that, Ru, she thought. You'll be fine. He'll be fine...no, he'll be earth-shattering. Get a move on.
That thought in mind, she flipped herself over so that he was on top of her. She was giving him all the power to do whatever he wanted. Ruana leaned up and kissed him with as much passion and lust as she'd every felt.
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