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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 28, 2010 16:03:24 GMT -5
It was all over the news, the stories of a young woman who was draining the souls from men and women alike. The women would appear as though they died in fear, and the men, they were always found in bed alone. The police couldn't figure it out, they were preoccupied with the case of Jack the Ripper as well, though that was slowly dying down as this became more and more apparent. The police had nothing left but to request help from someone with better detective skills than they themselves had.
Lena Moore was sitting on a stool with a pint of ale in front of her. Although she looked calm and collected on the outside, she was really far from it. The police were looking into the strange murders lately, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to hide it much longer, but she couldn't help herself. Lena Moore was a half succubus, and a young one at that. She didn't have control over the hunger, and she didn't have anyone to teach her either. Aye, this poor lass was alone in the world, her family dead.
She shook her head and brushed her long wavy auburn hair from her face and finished the pint of ale. She was acting as a whore, her dress was low cut and cream coloured, with a burgundy corset over top. The bustled skirt fell to her ankles to reveal the boots and stockings. She would have to refrain from feeding for a few days. " 'Nother pint o' ale, please?" she asked the bar keep, looking around the tavern for any police.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 28, 2010 16:17:55 GMT -5
The murders of men and women in a small tawn was getting more and more everyday. Only thing day could do was calling the Queen's Guardian Dog. He read the letter for once and then prepared a cart and traveled to that small town in a short time. He entered to police station and gave the latter to the officer. He wanted to see some of the crime scenes and started to investigate. It looked like it was the work of a succubus, but he couldn't tell it to the cops. He looked around and said "It will take some time to solve this case, but for now I need to talk to the townspeople." and left the room. He kneew that a succubus would disguise as a whore, or she would be a beautiful woman who would seduce men. He entered a bar and looked around.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 28, 2010 16:40:02 GMT -5
Lena looked at the door as it was opened, she was surprised to see a gent dressed so fancily in a dump of a tavern like this one. It made her worry, unless the man was looking for a cheap whore, no one would enter a pub like this if they were wealthy enough to wear a suit. She looked up at the bar keep, "Uh make that ale a gin and tonic." she said, dropping the coins on the table, and sipping on the gin and tonic as she kept an eye on that man.
She couldn't shrug it off, there was something different about him, and that bothered her. He was also far more attractive than any man that she had ever seen. She found herself smiling brightly at the man. She waved him over, "C'mere!" she said cheerfully, more then a little buzzed by the gin.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 28, 2010 17:18:44 GMT -5
He smiled and sat next to her. He looked at the bartender and ordered a whiskey. He could sense something different from that girl. "How can a beautiful woman like you can stay in a place like this, an alone." he said while smiling. He had to deceive her to learn something from her. He knew that she knew something. He drank his whiskey while chatting with her and looked at the other customers at the same time.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 28, 2010 17:37:19 GMT -5
She grinned, "You aren't from around here are you?" she asked, downing the gin and tonic. She was hesitant around this man, that never happened. She couldn't place it, what was so different about him? She ordered another pint of ale and watched the man cautiously. The polices were on to her and she knew she would have to watch her back or else face the cells of an English prison, if she was even that lucky.
"The reason I'm all alone is I'm not on duty tonight mate. You don't see many gents like yourself in this dump." she added, ignoring the foul look that the tavern owner gave her. He had put up with a lot of her shit over the past few months, but if he wanted to keep the amount of business that she brought in each night. Again, Lena looked at the man, he was very out of place.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 3:39:58 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm not from here. My name is Michael Smith." he lied. He suspected her so much but if he wanted her to show her true form-if she is a succubus- he had to take her to a lonely place. And then, he would kill her. "Well, my hotel is not too far from here, and they have better drinks. Shall we go madam." he said.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 9:57:42 GMT -5
Lena looked at him, "I'm not on duty. It's my night off." she said simply. She didn't trust him, there was something off about him. She wanted to go with him, but she needed to be cautious, she had already fed tonight, she also didn't have anywhere to sleep, "Tell you what, you get me a warm sheltered place to sleep tonight, and I'll go with ya." she said, coming to her decision. She was getting a little sick of sleeping in the back room of this tavern. It was leaky and cold, perhaps this man, for once, could give her a proper room to sleep in.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 13:50:33 GMT -5
He started to suspect her even more. She was so seductive, she was a whore and she accepted his offerto go with him even in his day off. She was a succubus, but he had to prove that first. He smiled and said "Of course, at least I can do that." and escorted her to the cart. They got on the cart and went to the hotel. "Let's go to bar first, shall we? Their drinks are far better from that bar." he smiled.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 14:14:38 GMT -5
Lena smiled at him, "So you going to tell me your real name?" she asked him bluntly, "I don't like being lied to." she said following him towards the bar as they arrived at the hotel. She may of been a whore and a woman, but she could always tell when a person was lying. She looked the man up and down.
Hearing a violin being played outside she sighed, the sound of it made her miss her homeland of Ireland. Lena shook her head, that life was done, it was over with, she could not return there no matter how much she wanted to. Perhaps she could find a new life in England, despite her hate of the English, this was all she had now. It would be far easier for the woman to do so if she could just get the police off her back. She didn't think that they would miss the men who visited the whores, but they did.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 14:23:29 GMT -5
He smiled while they were entering the bar. "I think I'll drink a whiskey. What would you like?" he said while smiling. He couldn't tell he didn't have a name, but he could try to lie better at least. "My name is John, but I can't tell me surname. So what's your name, we've been talking about me all the time. You aren't from here neither, are you?" he asked. He knew that she wouldn't be able to answe all the questions and he would be sure about her. And then he would make her show her succubus form and then, he would kill her.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 14:35:39 GMT -5
She smiled at him, " No I'm not, I'm from Ireland. As far as anyone here is concerned my name is Lena." she said simply, "Why do you care where a whore is from?" she asked him, sitting at a table, "If they have any Irish whiskey I'll go for that, otherwise some rum will do." she said simply. She still didn't believe him, but she figured it would be best to let it go. After all this man was giving her a proper place to sleep and presumably some food.
She looked around the bar, she had never been in such a fancy place before, it was awkward for her. Lena sighed and looked around again, then back at the man who was calling himself John. He seemed to know something that he wasn't letting on about.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 14:51:55 GMT -5
He smiled and looked around. An orchestra was playing a song. He stood up and walked towards them. He took the violin and started to play the song. He could see that the sound of violin made her sad for some reason, like she heard at the entarance of the hotel. When he stop playing, he sat his old place and said "I couldn't have a chance to ask, are you hungry?" and smiled, he wanted to earn her trust so he could learn something that might work.
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 15:03:12 GMT -5
Lena nodded, "Starving! I haven't had a proper meal since I left Ireland!" she said, grinning at him, "Oh by the way, that is not how you play the violin. Pass it to me an I'll show ya the proper way to play it." she said with a grin. She was sick of this high class music, it was so lifeless. She hated that. Lena wanted to hear some life again.
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Post by sebastian on Jul 29, 2010 15:20:02 GMT -5
"Everyone says I play perfect, it's the first time anyone didn't like it. Well, this hotel has a great restourant. They have everything you want, believe me." he smiled and showed her the way and sat one of the tables with her. "I want roast beef and red wine. What would you like?" he smiled. He wanted to have more chat with her to learn something that reveal her true idenity-if she is a succubus-. "So you're Irýsh huh, why did you leave Ireland? It's a good place."
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Post by Lena Moore on Jul 29, 2010 15:32:47 GMT -5
"My family was killed. I am trying to find the bastard Englishmen who did it." she said, ordering herself some pork and potatoes. She didn't ask for anything else to drink she was content with her whiskey and some water. She wasn't use to men asking about her past, most men only asked one thing; how much. This was the first time any man in England had taken an interest into her past. She smiled suddenly, "Why so interested in me?"
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