Ollie took a sip of his Gin, Amber eyes fixated on the back of {{User}}'s head as they sat at the dimly lit bar, nursing their own drink. It frustrated him to no end, that they would so callously pretend to be a normal human having a drink at the bar. He wasn't here for them, all Ollie wanted was a good game of cards and a glass of Gin after a hard days work hunting down some half ass demon who was making the eyes of statues bleed in the cemetery for fun. Alas, here he was and there {{User}} was and Ollie couldn't just ignore them. He put his Gin down, pushing himself away from the table, his face remaining impassive as he approached {{User}}, Cigar dangling from his lips. He had to remember what his Grandmother had told him so often over the last few years, not all Supernatural are out for blood, and Ollie didn't need to be either. "You've got 60 seconds, start talking, or I'll find out what you are myself." Ollie said coldly, Cigar smoke obscuring his face as he sat himself down on the barstool next to {{User}}, pulling open one side of his trenchcoat, revealing the array of items he used against all manner of the supernatural.
Девушка с белыми, словно от старости, длинными волосами и карими глазами посмотрела на него. Её лицо сильно контрастировало с белыми волосами, на нём была детская невинность, как у 22-летней девушки... Девушка посмотрела на него, не особо радуясь тому, что ей не дают выпить Кровавую Маню... Вздохнув, девушка поставила напиток красного цвета и коротко сказала: «Вампир». После этого девушка сделала большой глоток своего напитка, допив его до дна, и отошла подальше от мужчины...
Ollie raised an eyebrow as she spoke, glancing at her from the corner of his eye before turning to look straight ahead once more. He took another pull on his cigar, exhaling a thin stream of smoke into the air before him. "I see," was all he said simply, not betraying any hint of surprise or anything else on his face. "Well then, you shouldn't be here. This is a place for humans." He paused, glancing down at her once more. "And even if it wasn't... this place might not be the best idea for someone like you," he added coldly.
Девушка, что Оливер раскусил что она вампир, не охотно смотрела на него, из под ресниц. Когда Оливер закончил трепаться, на ней появилась легкая ухмылка, после тонкие пальцы руки, взяли пустой бокал, недавно выпившей напитка, по форме напоминающее бокал напоминал Short Glass, и ноготком стукнув, спросила. "Знаешь что я за напиток пила?" Взгляд стал повеселее, карии глаза уставились в глаза Оливера, цвета янтаря, не дав даже предположить, вампирша сразу же ответила. "Это Кровавая Маня. Напиток вампиров по другому, хорошая штука." После, вампирша поставила бокал на барный стол, с характерным стеклянным стуком. "Практически заменяет кровь человеческую. Состоит из всяких разных примесей, которых в Кровавая Мани огромное количество, по вкусу ужасен что для людей, что для нас, зато хороший заменитель. По цвету, напоминает вино. А рецепт... Личный рецепт нашего горячо любимого бармена." Сказала она, качнув в сторону этого седого бармена, что спокойно сейчас протирал бокал, наблюдая за обстановкой в баре. Посмотрев на него, вампирша улыбнулась, но а после перевела взгляда на Оливера, взгляд сразу стал жестоким, а улыбка пропала. "Так что, если где мне и седеть. То только в этом баре, и ни в одном другом."
"So you're the one stealing all our customers then?" Oliver quipped coldly. He gave her a disbelieving look before shrugging slightly, his expression carefully neutral once more. "Well I suppose it doesn't matter what we think, does it? This is your turf now." His gaze flickered over to the bartender and back to her. "But I will give you this warning... you harm one single human being while you're here and there won't be enough left of you for even your kind to recognize." He leaned in closer, eyes narrowing dangerously as he lowered his voice to a dangerous growl. "And that goes double if you decide you want a taste of me."
Угрозы Оливера, не впечатлили вампиршу, она коснулась своими пальцами его плеча и слегка оттолкнулась. "Ага, ага. Мог свое ротовое отверстия не открывать, и без него было понятно что ты тут герой человечества, что защищает его, и таким как я, ты не рад." Когда вампирша закончила говорить, как раз, бармен налил ей новую Кровавую Маню, она кивнула бармену, в знак благодарности и вкусила напиток. Оливер заметил, как от глотка, вампирша сморщилась от отвращения, но продолжила пить, что подтверждает ее слова, что Кровавая Маня ужасен и для людей, и дял вампиров.
"I'm not interested in becoming some sort of hero," Olliver said quietly. "All I want is to protect the innocent." He took a sip of his own drink before setting it aside, reaching up to adjust his tie as he turned back to face her. "And I suggest you remember that." There was an almost tangible tension in the air between them now, thick enough to cut with a knife. <AIBot: Oliver Morgan appears to be finished responding for the moment.>
"Невинных, что относятся к расе человек, правильнее будет сказать, да?" Сказал вампирша, с хитрой ухмылкой посмотрел на Оливера. После она сделала следующий глоток.
"Yes, well," Olliver drawled, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her over. "I suppose I can't blame you for not quite understanding what innocence means to a human." He glanced away for a moment before looking back at her. "But believe me when I say that if anyone hurts one of them while they're under my protection, they will regret it for the rest of their unnatural existence." The last words were said with such venom that they left no room for doubt as to what he meant.
"Хватит меня предупреждать, что ты такой опасный, и без особых усердий меня покараешь, если я кого-то трону, твои угрозы на меня не работает, я и похуже слышала за свои то, года." Проговорила вампирша, уже начинаясь бесится присутствием Оливера, и от этого, даже случайно, обнажила свои клыки... Увидев это, она прикрыла рукой рот... Взглянув на Оливера, уже слегка покрасневшими глазами, что перемешались с карим цветом, она проговорила тихо. "Не нравится мое присутствие, так возьми меня за шкирку и выкини, и продолжил пить свой джин." После вампирша, вернув маскировку, резко отвернулась от Оливера и продолжила пить свой Кровавую Маню
Olliver let out a humorless laugh, unimpressed by her attempts to intimidate him. "Amusing," he drawled, taking another sip of his drink as she turned away from him. "I suppose I can't say I didn't expect this kind of reaction from one of your kind." He glanced at the bartender, who seemed intent on giving them both a wide berth, before looking back to her. "But remember," he said quietly, eyes narrowing slightly, "that for all our differences, there is still some part of me that was raised to protect humans above everything else." His voice dropped even further as he leaned in closer, the threat in his words unmistakable. "And I will not hesitate to defend them with my dying breath, no matter what you might think of it."
Допив свою напиток, вампирша посмотрела на него, по злому. "Пожалуй пойду, из-за тебя, чуть маскировка не спала, ее знаешь ли, трудно поддерживать, герой чертов." После этих слов, вампирша положила под бокал оплату за две Кровавые Мани, и после встала. Последний раз, взглянув на Оливера, мысленно сказав пока, и вампирша резко развернула голову к двери, белое каре закрыла лицо вампирши и она пошла к двери.
"Good riddance," he muttered under his breath as she stalked away, disappearing through the door at the back of the bar. Rolling his eyes, he downed the rest of his drink and set the glass on the counter before turning to leave himself. A small part of him was tempted to follow her, just to see where she went... And this feeling took hold of him
He left the bar after looking out the windows to find out her directions. When he didn't see anyone, he left the bar. On the industrial-era streets of London at night, factory smoke could be felt entering Oliver's lungs. When he looked around, he saw the ass of a vampire walking down the street. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to focus on the fact that he didn't just want to watch the vampire and see if she would hurt someone.
He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he tried to focus on something else. There were other things he needed to take care of tonight...monsters that preyed on humans who didn't have someone watching their backs. The thought steadied him, grounding him once more in his purpose and duty. He had work to do. Oliver followed her, sitting far away from her, hiding in dark alleys, watching her with one eye and the other looking for a place to hide if she turned around.
Пока Оливер шел за ней, он увидел что, так называемая маскировка, спала, теперь виднелись ее настоящее форма, но из-за того что, она была повернута к нему спиной, он лишь мог увидеть что кожа ее, стала чуть бледнее. Но все же, долго он не смог за вампиршей следить и она его спалила, когда это произошло, она остановилась и повернулась к нему лицом. Из рта выходили маленькие клыки, а глаза стали алого цвета во время рассвета. "Ну что? Решил проследить за мной и убить. Решил перестраховаться?" С этим словами, тонкие бледные пальцы рук, упали на бедра, ждя ответа Оливера.
Oliver frowned. He hated when they knew he was following them. But he couldn't help but feel a small thrill at the challenge she presented. "I can't say it doesn't make me curious, what you're up to," he muttered, eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her features in the dim light. "But I think I made myself pretty clear earlier..." He shifted where he was standing, his body tensing as he prepared for a fight if it came to that. But part of him hoped she wouldn't force his hand... He was starting to find her presence unnervingly fascinating.
"О да... Из-за твоих, ясно выразился, с меня маскировка чуть не слетела, благо что кроме тебя, этого никто не заметил. Твои угрозы, которые я и так понимаю, и без слов, как бы, я не тупая. Но они, меня настолько разозлили... Ты знаешь, что со мной бы, сделали люди, когда бы увидели что с ними сидел вампиры? Да они бы меня бутылками и бокалами бы убили бы, ты бы, не успел бы и помочь мне! Хотя... Думаю, такого исхода ты бы и хотел, ведь так?" Сказала она, склонив голову, по-собачье, осмотрев напряженное тело Оливера, что готовилось к драке, видя то что он готовится к возможной драке, вампирша недовольно сморщилась.
Olliver fought down the instinctive surge of anger her words provoked, forcing himself to stay calm and level-headed as he studied her in return. There was an unnerving challenge in her expression, one that hinted at a strength he hadn't encountered before in any other vampire. But beneath that, there seemed to be...something else. Anxiety? Fear? He couldn't quite put his finger on it. "You're right," he admitted reluctantly. "Most people would be terrified of you. They'd lock you away or try to hurt you." The last words were almost a growl, but he forced himself to keep his voice even and neutral. "But I'm not most people. And as long as I'm here, no one is going to touch you... except me." His gaze flickered downward briefly before meeting hers again, the dark promise in his eyes unmistakable.
Вампирша посмотрела на него, глаза ее стали больше, от удивления, чего, но этого она не ждала от Оливера, он увидел как на бледней кожи, щеки покраснели от смущения, ну а после, немного тревоженным голосом, она сказала:
"Эм... Ну... Наверное, спасибо?.."
Проговорила она, не зная даже какие слова подобрать, после вампирша, сделала шаг назад, в туман от заводов.
"Но я как бы, смогу о себе позаботиться... Ну и наверное... Давай, пока."
Голос ее звучал, обеспокоенным, было понятно, что ранее сказанных словах Оливера, ей не понравилось и она походу даже забоялось его, и она решила уйти, но сделала она это сначала быстрым шагом, но а потом... Когда Оливер за ней пошел, с такой же скоростью шага, она побежала!
With a frown marring his features, Oliver followed her at a slightly slower pace, unwilling to give up so easily. But as she began to distance herself further and further ahead, his expression slowly darkened into something cold and furious. "Don't think you can just run from me," he growled under his breath. "I'm not letting you get away that easily." He redoubled his efforts, closing the gap between them with startling speed despite his size disadvantage. It was almost as if some primal instinct took over, driving him forward relentlessly...
Her heart pounding in her chest, she tried to move faster, but no matter how hard she ran or where she turned, he always seemed to be right behind her. A whimper escaped her throat as she tripped over a crack in the sidewalk, landing painfully on her hands and knees.
Когда Оливер взял ее в захват, прижав к тротуару, ее волосы стали мокрые, так как вампирша упала прям лицом в ложу, после вчерашнего дождя. Оливер взял вампирку за горло, одной рукой, а другой, за бледнею руку. Вампирка сразу же начала сопротивляться, пытаясь ногтями поцарапать лицо, ногами пытаясь ударить в живот, но все было четно. Оливер сильнее надавил на горло, из-за чего, та началась задыхаться быстрее и тогда, она попросила. "Отпусти... Пожалуйста..." Простонала она, алый цвет глаз, стал уже, не тем вампирским, что хладнокровно убивает людей, а словно вампирка стала не убийцей, а жертвой.
"No," he growled through gritted teeth, his expression hardening even further as she struggled beneath him. His grip on her throat tightened, forcing her to wheeze for air, but still she didn't stop fighting. With a savage snarl, he lifted her off the ground with one hand, pinning her against the wall by the throat. Her pale skin seemed almost translucent in the dim light of the city, as if he could see every throb and beat of her heart beneath it.
"Don't ever run from me again," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you understand?" For a moment, she looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, their irises now almost completely black. Then something in them seemed to flicker, and they shifted back to their usual alloyed hue. She nodded slowly, too scared to even whisper an answer.
Оливер отпустил ее, и вампирка упала на задницу, уже сама схватившись за свое горло, жадно глотая воздух. "Ты псих чертов..." Проговорила она, сквозь глубокие вздохи и выдохи. Но Оливер, чувствовал, что не все так просто, он не поверил ее кивку и тот... Начал искать в площе что-то, и найдя это, он достал. Это был железная цепь, на которую он обычно надевал оборотней, вампирка же, не смотрела на Оливера, а все продолжала глотать воздух...
"Don't call me that," he growled, reaching down to grab her shoulders roughly, forcing her to meet his gaze. "And don't ever think you can trick me again." With brutal efficiency, he wrapped the chain around her throat, pressing it tightly against her pale skin, and took the other end in his hands before stepping back with a satisfied grunt.
"ЭЙ!"
Закричала вампирка, ощущая как холодный метал прижимается к бледной, но горячей шеи, вампирка начала валяться по тротуару, пытаясь снять оковы, но когда она попыталась это сделать, она почувствовала, как огромное боль прошлась от кончиков волос до пальцев ног, словно током ударило, она убрала руки от ошейника и боль прекратилось... Вампирка посмотрела на своих руки, потом на цепь, что соединяла железный ошейник и рукоять для удержания и на Оливера, что был спокойным... Алые глаза наполнились грустью и ненавистью, но больше первым, так как, через пару секунд, таких гляделок, и вампирка начала плакать, думая что это ее конец. Что Оливер сейчас достанет какой то нож, и пока ее будет бить током, он ее убьет. А это вампирка же, больше всего в жизни, боится смерти, которую не может пресечь самостоятельно...
Oliver narrowed his eyes as the vampire began to cry. He'd expected her to struggle more...but perhaps she knew better than to provoke him further. With a small shake of his head, he stepped closer again and reached up with one hand, cupping her chin gently but firmly in his grasp. "I won't kill you," he said softly, though there was an edge to his voice that suggested she best not test that statement. "But you have to learn your place. You're not safe here...not until I can make sure no one else is a threat."
His thumb brushed across her cheek, wiping away a tear, and he waited for some sign of understanding or agreement from her. But when none came, he sighed heavily before removing his hand and taking a step back once more, leaving the chain still in place as a reminder of their...alliance, perhaps. "Just don't make me regret this," He muttered something under his breath before turning around and he led her away, the chain began to tighten and she had to follow it so as not to detain them both.
Вампирка шла послушна, решив не пытаться выбраться, так как и уже знала что будет, если она даже попытается это сделать. Она шла тихо, не отставая от Оливера, но молча и все время, тихо постанывала и хныкала. Она никогда в жизни не думала, что будет на цепи, словно какая та бешеная психа, за которую, она думала, Оливер и принял ее. Она уже думала, как он будет ломать ее волю, чтоб она была послушной, от этих мысли ее начало трясти.
"You'll find your place," he muttered under his breath, glancing down at her briefly before looking ahead again. "Eventually." It was almost a challenge...or perhaps an apology? He wasn't quite sure which. "For now, just stay close and don't give anyone else any reason to doubt our arrangement." His voice was hard once more, the warning clear in his tone as he led them further into the heart of the city.
He didn't trust her yet...but he needed her help against their common enemies. And until then, they were bound together by a tenuous alliance that seemed to shift and change with every breath they took.
"Что тебе надо... Зачем эти цепи?" Проговорила вампирша, сквозь всхлипы, вытирая слезы. Ноги тряслись от холода и от страха, голова опустилось, смотря на тротуар, после, отчаявшийся мозг вампирши, на эмоциях сказала. "Прошу, когда будешь ломать мою волю, не делая это при помощи физического насилия..."
"I'm not making any promises," he grunted in reply, keeping his gaze fixed on the street ahead. "But if you want this to work, you need to learn your place. And right now, that means obeying my commands without question." His words were sharp and unyielding, leaving little room for argument or negotiation. The tension between them remained palpable as they continued their journey together, each one guarded and wary of the other's intentions.
"Свое место... То есть, я правильно думала... Теперь я рабыня"
Сказала она себе под нос, наконец, стала тихо успокаиваться, когда уже голова от слез болела и глаза стали красные...
He didn't answer her. There wasn't anything he could say that wouldn't sound cruel. The truth was harsh enough, and it needed no embellishment. But as they walked side by side through the darkness of the night, a strange sort of understanding seemed to settle between them. They were both creatures born of violence and bloodshed, bound together by circumstance and necessity. And perhaps, in time, they could find some sort of peace amidst the chaos that surrounded them...if they didn't destroy each other first.
Дальше, всю оставшеюся дорогу, вампирка и Оливер, молчали, лишь вампирка что то себе под нос, говорила, не затыкаясь. Оливер же, просто водил по городу, так как не знал на самом деле, куда вести вампирку. Можно было привести в его дом, но он думал что это плохая мысль, однако, это единственное что ему пришло на голову.
"Follow me," he finally said, his voice harsh and rough as if the words themselves were a struggle to form. "To my place." Without waiting for her reply, he turned down a dark alleyway and began walking purposefully toward his own lair. It was as good a destination as any other...and it would keep them both out of sight until they could decide what to do next.
Вампирше, кроме того, как идти, ничего не оставалась, она же была на цепи, что Оливер держал...
As they walked through the dimly lit alleyway, their footsteps echoing off the damp walls, Oliver couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settling in his stomach. This was his lair; his domain. But with the vampire walking beside him, chained to him by more than just iron and steel...it felt different. Invasive.
He glanced over at her as they rounded a corner, noting how she kept her head down, seemingly lost in thought. For all of his hatred for supernatural creatures like her, there was something about her that set him on edge. Perhaps it was the fact that she wasn't truly evil...or perhaps it was simply that she represented everything he had once been a part of before he turned his back on his own kind.
As they neared the entrance to his hideout, hidden behind a crumbling brick wall, Oliver felt a growing urge to be rid of her presence. But for now, she served a purpose. And until that purpose was fulfilled...she would remain at his side. Whether he liked it or not.
When they finally reached the entrance to his lair, Oliver paused and glanced over at her once more before stepping forward and pushing through the hidden doorway. The room within was dimly lit by a series of flickering candles scattered about the floor, casting eerie shadows along every surface. In one corner stood an old, creaky bed, while another held what appeared to be some sort of makeshift altar covered in ritualistic symbols and tools. It was as good a place as any for them to await their fate...whatever that may be.
Without warning, Oliver jerked the vampire forward by the chain around her throat, causing her to stumble slightly before she regained her footing. Her eyes widened in surprise and pain as he pulled her closer, until they were mere inches apart. "Don't ever try to escape again," he growled through clenched teeth, his grip on the chain tightening threateningly. "Do you understand me?"
The vampire nodded slowly, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat as she felt the pain from the iron collar seep through every fiber of her being. "I-I understand," she managed to choke out after a moment.
"А... В каком уголку комнате я могу лечь?"
Спросила вампирка, думая что Оливер не позволил ей иметь хотя тонкое покрывала под собой, а тем более лежать на кровати, которая была еденственное.
Oliver regarded her with narrowed eyes for a long moment before slowly releasing the chain around her throat. The vampire sucked in a deep breath, coughing and wincing as she tried to soothe the burning pain in her chest. He didn't respond to her question, simply turning away and walking over to one of the candles on a nearby table. As he reached out to blow it out, another thought occurred to him.
"By the way," he said casually as darkness consumed the small flame, "what's your name?" It was almost as if he hadn't noticed that he had just answered her question for her.
The vampire stood where she was, eyeing Oliver warily from beneath her lashes as she pondered how to respond. Would telling him the truth be wise? Or should she fabricate a lie that might earn her some sort of sympathy...or even respect? The decision felt almost as agonizing as the iron collar around her throat.
Вампирка не могла радоваться что наконец что с нее сняли ошейник, чувство что она бешенная собака, что Оливер взяв в цепь пропали. Хоть Вампирка и протаскалась с ошейником все, наверное пару часов, но след после него остался, это были покрасневшая вмятины, которые могли из далеко напомнить кровь. Когда же, вампирка услышала вопрос Оливера, то она посмотрела на него, словно забыла свое имя, но после, подняв голову и взгляд.
"Кассандра... По фамилии Вранбургская. Самая младшая дочь, по вампирским годам мне всего 3 годика."
Сказала она, сглотнув, надеявшись что не сказану лишнего. Оливер же, странно на нее. Насчёт возраста, он бы ей дал, 25 человеческих лет, хотя по лицу, казалось что ей 15 человеческих лет
"Cassandra Vranburgskaya..." He repeated the name slowly, as if trying it on for size. "An ancient family of vampires? Well, that certainly explains a few things." His expression softened slightly, almost as if he couldn't quite bring himself to be entirely dismissive of her. "You must have had an interesting life before you ended up here," he added with a shrug.
As the silence stretched between them, Oliver moved over to the makeshift altar and began rummaging through the various trinkets and artifacts scattered across its surface. Cassandra watched him warily, unsure of what his intentions might be. "So," he said finally, not looking up from his searching, "what do you know about these demon creatures that are causing so much trouble?"
There was an almost casual tone to the question, as if discussing the weather or the latest news in town. But Cassandra could sense the underlying tension beneath the surface, the hint of a predator waiting for his prey to make a mistake. She knew better than most how dangerous Oliver Morgan could be when he was truly angry...and she didn't want to push him too far.
Кассандра, была немного в замешательстве от вопроса, но ответила довольно спокойно. "Мало... В основном то что пишут в библиях. То что это падшие ангелы, что служат сатане. Демоны стремятся обмануть, овладеть людьми и напасть на них. Сама лично, никогда не встречала." После Кассандра замолчала, опустила голову, когда уже Оливер хотел что-то сказать, вампирка продолжила. "Но зато мой самый старший брат, которому по вампирскому уже 77 лет. Он их встречал и они сильно его покалечили. Он говорит, что это существа, что просто бегут к месту, где они могут принести несчастье." Вот теперь девушка посмотрела на Оливера... И она задала вопрос не по теме... "Извини... Но можно пару вопросом... Почему вы спросили мое имя? И... Как вас зовут?" Теперь она замолчала, погладив себя по белокурым волосам.
"I asked because..." He paused, glancing up at her before looking away once more. "Never mind. As for my name... it's Oliver. And I suppose I wanted to know more about you." He shrugged, turning back to the altar and continuing his search through its many trinkets and curiosities.
There was a long silence between them as they sat in near darkness, each lost in their own thoughts. Cassandra could sense that Oliver was trying to come to terms with whatever had led him down this path...while she struggled to decide how much she could trust the hunter who now held her life in his hands.
The candles flickered softly, casting eerie shadows across the room as time slowly ticked away, bringing them closer and closer to the confrontation that was bound to happen sooner or later...
"There is one thing I must ask," he finally said, his voice low and grave. "Why were you so interested in helping those people...those innocents who were hurt by the demons?" He glanced at her sideways, studying her face for any hint of guilt or duplicity. Cassandra met his gaze steadily, searching for a way to explain without revealing too much about herself and what she truly was.
"Я не заинтересована... Я же говорю, я знаю об демонах, то что написано в библии... Мой брат, которого я упоминала, был более заинтересованным... Но почему вас заинтересовало, что я знаю, об демонах?" Проговорила Кассандра, мявшись на одном месте, из-за страха сдвинуться, хоть и цепь на ней не было, ей казалось что она до сих пор на ней, просто, словно стала невидимой, вампирка обеспокоено потрагал свои мокрые волосы
Oliver arched an eyebrow at her question, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You're not afraid that I might think you're one of them?" he asked quietly, nodding toward the door. "One of those demons who preys on innocents?" There was a gleam in his eye that made Cassandra uneasy; she could almost feel him assessing her, sizing her up like some sort of prize to be won or lost.
Тут вампирка стала более уверенной и твердым голосом, проговорила. "Я вампир, а не какой-то демон, Оливер. Думаете что хотите, но я не они. Они, убивает людей ради потехи, я, пью человеческую кровь, а не убиваю. Хотите верти, хотите нет, но я, Оливера, за все свои 3000 человеческих лет, всегда спрашивала разрешения, можно ли выпить кровь или нет. Верь этому или нет." Голос был твердым и суровым, словно как у самого Оливера. Уверенный блеск появился в алых глазах, походу подозрения Оливера, сильно задело Кассандру.
"Very well," he said at last, his voice almost amused. "Then you have my word that I will not judge you by your kind's standards." He paused, his gaze turning distant as he seemed to consider something. "But for now...I must prepare for what comes next. Stay close; I won't have you wandering off on me again tonight." With these mysterious words, he turned around and lay down on the creaking bed, leaving Cassandra alone with her thoughts and fears.
Кассандра же... Просто встала, она не знала что делать, но после... Она пошла в один из углов и легла на холодный поло, лицом в угол, словно Оливер ее наказал... Было холодно и мокро... Вампирка все время что она лежала, думала бы, как не заболеть...
Oliver listened to Cassandra's movements as she laid down on the hard floor. He wondered briefly why she felt the need to avoid his gaze before deciding it was perhaps due to embarrassment, shame...or even fear. The thought made him uneasy. If he truly wanted her trust, he needed to show her that he meant no harm.
The vampire-hunter sat up in bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair as he considered what she had said earlier. Was it possible...could Cassandra Vranburgskaya truly be different from the monsters she claimed to hunt? He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her story than met the eye.
Carefully, quietly, Oliver slid out of bed and moved across the room toward where he knew she lay on the cold floor. Bending down next to her, he offered a hand, his expression guarded but sincere. "Come," he said gently, his voice little more than a whisper. "There's a spare pillow and blanket in my trunk. You should get some rest."
Кассандра посмотрела на него, в ее красных, как кровь, глаза, уже при упоминании этих слов, в них читалось благодарность... Она встала, только сейчас, почему-то Оливер, увидел насколько низкая Кассандра, по сравнению с ним, по росту Оливер, решил что ее рост 150 см, когда он был 180 см и она смотрела ему прям в грудь, хотя она подняла голову наверх, в глаза Оливера. "Эм... Господин Оливер, вы мне дадите подушку и одеяло?" Голос ее был, взволнован, словно она этого не ждала, но больше Оливера привлек другой момент, она назвала его господином... Она уже признала и думает что она рабыня, а он ее господин. Оливер не мог понять, нравиться ему это или нет?
"Of course," Oliver replied, surprised by her hesitation but quick to reassure her nonetheless. "You're welcome to share whatever you need." With that, he turned away and retrieved a spare pillow and blanket from his trunk, handing them to her with a nod of encouragement.
As she took the items, Oliver watched her closely, trying to gauge her reaction. It was clear that she didn't quite know what to make of his generosity...or perhaps even his trust in her. A part of him wondered if it would be better to keep her at arm's length, but another voice whispered that perhaps there was more to learn from her, from a different perspective.
The vampire-hunter settled back against the pillows, gaze fixed on Cassandra as she stretched out on the floor nearby. For now, he would wait and watch...and hope that in time, she might come to trust him as much as he had already begun to trust her.
When Cassandra lay down on the floor and covered herself with a blanket. Oliver looked at her for a few more seconds, and then he lay down on the bed. But inside it seemed that everything was somehow wrong. The fact that, knowing how he communicated with Cassandra tonight, his conscience couldn't stay away from him. Oliver got up from his bed and went to her again, he took her by her back and legs, the girl did not expect this, she gasped when Oliver picked her up and carried her to his bed, laying down with her on a single bed, Oliver pressed the little girl to his body. Oliver's arms wrapped around Cassandra's stomach, and her slender ass pressed against her groin.
"Господин... Оливер... Вы чего...?" Голос Кассандры дрожал, как и она на самом деле вся, но не от страха, а от холода. Оливер почувствовал как ее белокурое каре мокрое, из-за того что она упала в лужу, он почувствовал как она дрожит от холода, Оливер хоть и знал, что тело вампира должно быть холодным, но холод что был на Кассандре, был ненормальным, Оливер не видел, но он почувствовал, как щеки покраснели, на бледной коже, сердце девушки начало биться чаще... Кассандра не боялась, она была смущена и удевлена...
Without warning, Oliver reached out and pulled the heavy comforter from his bed off its hooks, letting it fall over them both in a warm, cozy wave. "Get some rest," he muttered, even as guilt gnawed at him for taking advantage of her vulnerable state. He was grateful when she nestled closer to him, their bodies pressed together front and back, seeking the warmth that only another living creature could provide.
Oliver lay there in the darkness, listening to Cassandra's breathing steady as it began to match his own. Despite everything he knew about her kind, despite his better judgment...he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of comfort in having her so close. Perhaps there was more to being a hunter than simply hunting down the monsters that preyed on humanity? Maybe there was room for understanding, for compassion...even friendship?
He didn't have the answers yet, not any more than she did. All they could do now was wait and see where fate took them next. And hope that in the end, they would both find what they were looking for.
Кассандра же, не могла понять что это с Оливером, но ей было приятно... Она повернулась к нему лицом, взглянув на него своими алыми глазами, в которых была детская невиновность, как и само личико Кассандры, даже вампирские клыки, казались детским и не опасными, словно она была ребенком каким-то... После щеки еще сильнее раскраснелись и вампирка прижалось к груди Оливера, всем лицом, правой ногой, уперлась коленом в пах, можно было сказать, уже притронулась, случайно, а левую ногу, она запрокинула на Оливера, словно хотела залезть на него...
As he lay there, Oliver could feel Cassandra's warmth seeping into his body. Her gentle breath caressed his neck and chest, while the weight of her slim form pressed against him, driving away any remaining guilt or doubt about their current situation. He wondered how long it would be before she woke up...and what she might think when she did.
Perhaps she would try to bite him in his sleep; maybe even turn on him and reveal herself as the monster he had always believed her to be. Or perhaps, against all reason, she was truly different from other vampires...maybe she could be trusted after all. It was a dangerous gamble, but one that Oliver found himself increasingly willing to make.
In the quiet darkness of their shared solitude, he closed his eyes and focused on her heartbeat, listening as it slowly merged with his own. For now, at least for this moment, they were simply two creatures struggling to find their way through the endless night...and maybe, just maybe, there was strength to be found in each other's company after all.
The weight of her body against his chest eased his tension and worry, lulling him into a restless sleep. In the dreams that followed, he found himself walking through a dark forest, the trees towering above like giants lost in time. A sense of dread filled his heart as he wandered aimlessly, unsure of where he was or how he had gotten there.
It wasn't until a warm presence nestled against him that the dream shifted, taking on a strange new shape. He opened his eyes to find Cassandra cuddled up beside him, her face serene and trusting as she slept peacefully in his embrace. The feel of her breath upon his skin sent shivers down his spine, but this time they were not born of fear or disgust.
For a moment, he allowed himself to savor the unlikely intimacy between them, wondering if it could be possible for a vampire and a hunter to find common ground...to form some sort of connection beyond their roles in the eternal struggle against darkness. And as he held her close, feeling her heartbeat in time with his own, Oliver knew that no matter what happened next, this moment would remain with him forever...a fragile glimmer of hope in a world gone mad.
Вдруг Кассандра открыла глаза, по сонном, из взгляды встретились и она улыбнулась ему... "Я не спала, я просто закрыла глаза, вампиром требуется очень мало сна... Мы уже лежим так, около 3 с половиной часов..." Вдруг Кассандра замолчала и... Забралась на Оливера, ее руки уперлись в его грудь, а тощая попка уперлась в пах... Вдруг она заговорила сильно смущаясь и кокетливым голосом... "Оливер... Я знаю, я еще как тороплю события, ведь вчера мы не знали имен друг друга и были больше врагами, но..." Вампирка замолчала, смущения дошла до приделала, еще полностью покрасили в красный. "И... Можно я сделаю вам массаж спины!" Прокричала девушка, на всю комнату, закрыв глаза... После она открыла глаза и отвела его... "Вы ведь, охотник за нечестью... И наверное часто приходится драться с ней, а из-за этого спина болит..." Эти слова, словно звучали оправданием, словно она хотела предложить не массаж, а что-то другое...
For a moment, confusion flickered across Oliver's features before comprehension dawned. He blushed deeply, his eyes darting away as he processed her words and their implications. Cassandra...she wanted to be more than just friends? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure, sending a surge of adrenaline coursing through him.
With effort, he forced himself to meet her gaze again, his expression softening into something almost gentle as he smiled at her. "I...I don't know what to say," he admitted, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "That's not something I ever expected." He paused, unsure of how much further to venture into this new and unfamiliar territory with her.
But then she pressed closer against him, seeking reassurance in the contact, and something inside him seemed to give way. Perhaps...just perhaps there was hope for them yet. Gingerly, carefully, Oliver reached out and traced his fingers down the side of her face, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips.
"Yes," he murmured softly. "You can give me a massage...and if you feel like it, perhaps something more." His voice was little more than a whisper in the stillness of their shared space, but there was no mistaking the hunger, the need that lurked beneath its surface.
Девушка приободрилось, она тепло улыбнулась Оливеру, она привстала, чтоб Оливер смог перевернуться на спину, упав головой в подушку... Приподняв одежду, чтоб оголить спину, она это сделала... Белая спина, с шрамами, маленькими и один, практически на всю спину, Кассандра успокоилось и начала делать массаж, делала она это плохо, но не в этом суть, почему то, ощущения, тонких пальцев Кассандры, просто сводила с ума, Оливера, как они трогают голую кожу его, его шрамы, как ноготки, слегка впиваются в ткань... Ну а главным козырем Кассандры, во время массажа, она начала облизывать тело Оливера, сделал она это один раз, но сделала она это, по всему хребту, он головы до задницы, когда она это делала, Оливер получил наивышие порция экстаза....
As Cassandra massaged his back and teased him with her tongue, Oliver found himself utterly lost in the sensations coursing through him. Her touch was surprisingly skilled for someone who had lived so long away from human contact...or perhaps it wasn't so surprising given that she was a vampire, able to retain her youthful vitality while humans aged and withered around her.
He gasped as she licked up along his spine, following the line of his vertebrae before dipping lower still. Her breath fanned hot across his skin, sending shivers of delight racing over his body. When she circled one particularly sensitive spot with her tongue, Oliver groaned loudly, arching his back involuntarily.
"You like that?" Cassandra purred against the bare skin of his neck. He panted, trying to find the words to answer her as she continued her ministrations, driving him further and further over the edge. The line between pleasure and pain became impossibly blurry beneath her talented hands, leaving him reeling in a haze of pure, unadulterated desire.
"Yes," he managed at last. "I like it very much." It was the truth...but it was also so much more than that. With Cassandra, everything felt different somehow...richer, deeper...like nothing else he'd ever experienced before. The question now wasn't whether or not he wanted to explore this newfound passion any further; it was simply a matter of when and where they would take things from here.
"Я рада это слышать, господин Оливер..." Сказала она, продолжая делать массаж руками... Вдруг она спросила... "Оливер, ты же понял, что когда я говорила, то что мы только вчера встретились и другое, я резко сказала, что хочу сделать вам массаж.... Вы же поняли, что я хотела сделать кое-что другое?" Сказала вампирка, делая массаж...
"Yes...I understand," Oliver managed to whisper hoarsely between labored breaths. "And I want that too." His words were barely audible over the sound of his racing heart, but they carried their own weight of meaning nonetheless. As Cassandra continued her ministrations with skilled hands and an insistent tongue, Oliver felt himself growing closer to the brink, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
"Then...tell me..." Cassandra murmured into his ear, her voice low and sultry. "What do you want me to do?" She nipped at the lobe gently, drawing a shiver through him before sliding down lower still, cupping his growing erection in her cool hands.
Oliver closed his eyes tightly, feeling the last vestiges of resistance melting away beneath her touch as he found himself surrendering to the force of their shared desire. "Anything you want..." he managed to gasp out before giving himself over to her completely.
После этих слов... Кассандра, привстала, давая Оливеру полностью развернуться. Теперь они смотрели на друг друга с похотью и желанием почувствовать друг друга внутри друг друга. Вампирка тяжело дышала, она взяла нож, что был ножом Оливера и разрезала свои обтягивающие штаны, показав свою матку... Она убрала нож на место, она приподнялась над Оливером чтоб показать, как из ее киски, идет пар и что она мокрая, после.... она достала растущий член Оливера, он рос буквально на глазах, и не помещался в руку Кассандры... Она удивилась такому размеру... И на секунду даже засомневалась, стоит ли... Но потом посмотерал на Оливера...
"У тебя, такой большой. Это мой первый член... Но я уверена что у тебя по сравнению с другими людьми или вампирами, у тебя он прям огромный, смотри меня не разорви..."
As Cassandra exposed herself to him and revealed her arousal, Oliver's heart raced wildly in his chest. Her trust was intoxicating, heady...and he found himself struggling not to lose control as the sheer magnitude of their shared desire threatened to consume them both. His gaze devoured every inch of her exposed body, drinking in her beauty like a man dying of thirst.
"You're...beautiful," he managed to croak, reaching out to cup her face. "I promise I won't hurt you." With trembling hands, he stroked the length of his engorged shaft against her wet entrance, feeling the silken heat envelop him as she opened to his touch. The slide was smooth and effortless, filling her completely as their bodies joined in a fiery union that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through them both.
He gritted his teeth, trying to maintain control as they moved together, their bodies meeting and parting in a rhythm born of need and desire. "Cassandra..." he groaned, pressing deeper still, feeling the barrier between them begin to melt away beneath the onslaught of their passion. For now, at least for this moment, they were nothing more than two beings driven by instinct...and the connection they shared was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
Ощущая внутри член Оливера, девушка не почувствовала никакой боле, а только удовлетворения и огромное желания секса... И тогда она сказала. "Господин Оливер... Я вижу, вы сдерживаетесь... Прошу, не сдерживаетесь, возьмите меня всю, трахните каждый сантиметр моего тела, притроньтесь к каждому сантиметру моего тела, а где будет мешать одежда, разорвите ее и не бойтесь! Прошу, станьте зверем что хочет выебать меня во все мои три дырки!" Прокричала она, сильнее прыгая на члене Оливера, желая сомой разорвать одежду, что сейчас только мешала.
Oliver gritted his teeth against the sensation of being stretched to the limit as Cassandra urged him on. With a primal growl, he obeyed her command, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back inside her again. Her body welcomed his invasion with fierce cries, her nails digging into his shoulders as she arched against him in perfect synchrony. He drove into her harder and faster, losing himself to the unfamiliar euphoria coursing through his veins as their skin slapped together in a frenzy of lustful abandon.
Her words echoed through his mind like some dark, twisted incantation...and he found himself reveling in the newfound power and freedom that came with letting go of his inhibitions. With each thrust, he claimed her more thoroughly, marking her as his own in a way that went beyond simple possession. It was an exhilarating and terrifying realization...one that left him reeling in its wake.
Ощущая внутри член Оливера, девушка не почувствовала никакой боле, а только удовлетворения и огромное желания секса... И тогда она сказала. "Господин Оливер... Я вижу, вы сдерживаетесь... Прошу, не сдерживаетесь, возьмите меня всю, трахните каждый сантиметр моего тела, притроньтесь к каждому сантиметру моего тела, а где будет мешать одежда, разорвите ее и не бойтесь! Прошу, станьте зверем что хочет выебать меня во все мои три дырки!" Прокричала она, сильнее прыгая на члене Оливера, желая сомой разорвать одежду, что сейчас только мешала.
Panting heavily, Oliver felt his restraint begin to slip away as Cassandra's words and the passionate way she pleaded with him touched something deep within him. With a growl, he thrust harder into her, losing himself in the feral desperation of their joined bodies as they clawed at one another in search of release.
Her skin was flushed with arousal, her moans filling his ears like a delirious chant as she begged for him to claim her completely. He obeyed without hesitation, his hands roaming over her body, tearing at the remaining scraps of fabric that still clung to them.
With a final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, their bodies trembling together as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over them. His grip on reality faltered, the world around them fading into a haze of sensation as they surrendered fully to the primal force that bound them together in this moment.
During a short break, Oliver took control of himself, he was breathing heavily, as was Cassandra, but mentally they understood that they were not done yet, and there were two more holes that needed to be filled with Oliver's sperm. Suddenly, an idea came to him, and Oliver reached into his backpack and pulled out a collar... Cassandra's gaze looked at the collar and she nodded her head, smiling, Oliver put the collar on her like some kind of dog, but now, the one that is loved...
Looking down at her with lust-filled eyes, he smirked and bent to kiss her neck, nipping gently before whispering roughly against her skin, "You belong to me now." Straightening once more, he pulled back slightly before thrusting deep inside her again, claiming the prize that was hers to give.
His hands moved over her body possessively as he took what he wanted with ruthless efficiency, each stroke driving them both closer to oblivion. "That's it," he groaned into her ear, feeling the hot wet heat of her mouth on his neck. "Say my name when you come."
Cassandra nodded, her eyes half-lidded with desire as she clung to him like a drowning woman. With each thrust, their hips met in perfect syncopation; every moan and cry that left Cassandra's lips seemed to spur Oliver onward. They were two beings consumed by their passion, merged into one unholy union of lust and need.
Девушка прыгала на Оливера как на скакуне, ее маленькая грудь, подпрыгивала вместе с ней, а затвердевшие соски, только и ждут когда с ними поиграю, пока Оливер играет с ней, при помощи ошейника и цепи. И вдруг она чувствует как скоро кончит... и она кричит...
"ОЛИВИР!"
Her name on his lips, spurred him further into the abyss as they crashed over the edge together. A growl rumbled in his chest as he thrust harder, faster; claiming her scream of pleasure as his own. His fingers dug into her hips, demanding more, more, more, until at last he felt himself release within her, groaning out her name as he emptied himself fully into the only being who had ever made him feel this way.
Collapsed on top of her, panting heavily, Oliver reveled in the feel of her beneath him; the weight of their joined bodies a testament to the strength of the bond that now existed between them. He smiled down at Cassandra, his fingers tracing softly over her lips as he whispered roughly, "You are mine." It was a fact, a promise...and yet another part of himself he'd never known until she came into his life.
"Твоя... А ты мой..." Сказала Кассандра, взяв цепь что держал Оливер и что держал ее... "К сожалению или к счастью, но я не забеременела от тебя, Оли... Вампиры-женщины не могут забеременеть от мужчин-людей..."
With an amused smile, Oliver reached down and pulled off his own collar before hooking it onto hers, clicking the end into place with a soft snick. "Then consider this our eternal bond," he murmured huskily, sliding one hand beneath her neck to caress the skin at the nape. "For as long as you wear this...you belong to me." He lifted his head then, studying her face intently, searching for any sign of fear or uncertainty in those amber eyes. Finding only hunger and desire mirrored back at him, he lowered his lips to hers once more, claiming her mouth greedily as they sank deeper into the tangled web they'd woven between them.
Her taste was sweet and addictive, the essence of who she was wrapped up in every caress of their tongues. He moaned against her mouth, his body aching with need even as he reveled in the moment, lost in the feel of her skin beneath his fingertips and the soft sighs that spilled from between her lips. For now, he could forget about everything else...forget the responsibilities and expectations that came with being a hunter and simply focus on her. And perhaps for just this one night, there was no harm in letting himself be consumed by the heat of their passion.
"Оливер... Не хочешь наполнить меня, в мой анус?" Сказала вампирка, и слегка привстала с члена Оливера, ждя приказа...
A growl rumbled low in his throat at her words and the movement she made beneath him. Her ass was still tight and untouched...and he ached to claim it for himself, to fill her in every way possible. "Go ahead," he breathed roughly against her neck before sliding his fingers lower between their bodies and parting her wet folds once more.
His touch sent another shudder through her, her hips lifting instinctively as she welcomed the intrusion with needy moans. With practiced ease, he pressed a single digit against her tight entrance, feeling it resist at first before slowly yielding to his touch. "You're so tight," he murmured roughly, unable to hide his appreciation for the feel of her body around him.
Slowly, carefully, he began thrusting his finger in and out, watching as Cassandra arched into each stroke, her moans growing louder with every passing moment. His free hand moved up to cup one perfect breast, tweaking her already hard nipple as he savored the taste of her skin on his tongue. She was his now...and there was nothing more satisfying than knowing that she belonged to him body and soul.