`closer to lust--{{chris

[Aurora Vincit]

{ PULL ME CLOSER TO LOVE , }
when all the buildings fall and all of the stars fade ,

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It’s amusing how she found herself here of all places—looking for a killer whom she wasn’t sure even lived here. She really didn’t blame him for killing, after all why would she? Hadn’t she made men kill themselves right in front of her as she glorified in their wake and displeasure. Hadn’t she made various men chop off a very important part of their anatomy for her? Well of course, that was her power wasn’t it? The ability to make anyone do want she wanted—as long as they were attracted to her—and the rest was all up to the seduction that filled the flow of her blood and tare through their souls as she watched with a wicked smile as he did what she wanted them to do. It came in very useful, especially now, if she wanted to find this son of a bitch—who rumor had it could make people bleed—as sickly as it was. Luckily for her—she was more than trained when it came to distracting the male species.

Clinching her jaw she waited in the local diner, a hiss leaving her lips at the impatience. Aurora had always liked action on the job—just to sit still and do nothing, did not at all suit her—especially considering the fact that she had been sitting here for two fucking hours waiting for this one son of a bitch that would be no harder to capture than the rest of those bloody useless animals. Once she had him under her spell she would undoubtedly toss him in her truck and drive back to the airport—Aurora, being a revered city girl—hated any country area with a passion—where the thick accents rolled off the tongues of so many—making her squint in disgust. Gritting her teeth—her fork tore through the four eggs that were in front of her—along with the great stack of pancakes—if they really had expected her to eat all of that—they must have been out of their damn mind. For now, she was just playing with her food—and maybe if she had Agyness’ ability instead—she might just be flinging food at every single occupant occupying this disgusting rural establishment.

Sighing she let out a breath—if this idiot didn’t show up in five more minutes, Aurora was surely leaving—hell, she didn’t even have the proper plan to seduce the man yet—not that she needed a plan—but what if he was gay? The last man she had been forced to seduce preferred other men—not that there was anything wrong with that—but damnit, it took Aurora about ten minutes before he was on his knees like any other man he had encountered—well, except for one—her good-for-nothing partner—but he didn’t count. He was a bloody useless piece of shit—and possibly the only person who could completely block her off—or was; that was before she ruined his marriage of course. Just the thought of being able to ruin Nikos’ life, brought a smile of vengeance upon her lips, Aurora supposed that was what he deserved—after daring to make her change her mind about joining the fucking Company. Truthfully--- Aurora knew perfectly well what was wrong and what was right—then again, who was she to make those decisions. She did as she was told and at the end of the day—as long as she had her check in her hands she was happy. One hundred grand for every man/woman she brought in—wasn’t half bad.

Lighting a cigarette, she inhaled the soft stick—waiting for this tardy bastard to enter—so she could formulate her plan of attack. This was undoubtedly her shining moment—bringing in this sick bastard—which rumor had it, had been scarying the public—and possibly himself with the powers he possessed, she would undoubtedly put him in his place. And if the nice way didn’t work—Aurora always had her gun strapped to her thigh—she never went anywhere without it--- dead body or live body—she still got paid. The only difference would be the bullet that would make its way through his head—smirking rather pleasantly she sipped on the large cup of hot coffee that was next to her—well, at least she had this cup of deliciousness by her side; and for now, that was all she needed—until she got bored anyway.

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TAGGED;; chris !
WORD COUNT;; 870
WEARING;; nothing
NOTES;; sorry that it's long.
FINISHED;; no. just starting !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

[Chris Lorde]

Christopher had been watching this woman for nearly two hours now. It was amusing watching every man in the place trying to get her attention and it was obviously somehow within her power to seduce and attract. He had been examining her, watching how she acted towards people and had started to prepare himself for the mental barrage she would surely throw at him.

His own personal powers were something he kept in check unless he actually needed them. Truth be told he was supised that the company had come for him at all. With thing around here the way they were people tended to be quiet when it came to supernatural things around this area. For something to be reported meant that he had to start cleaning up his bloody messes, literally.

Finally Christopher found the urge to move within his mind and kneeled down next to the woman, his lips next to the skin on her neck and his hand on the small of her back. His eyes were staring at her jugular vein. Ready to bleed her out if she decided she wanted to be difficult with him today and try to take him in. He was a big boy and had learned long ago how to take care of himself. "Nice of you to see me today" He said quietly, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

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[Aurora Vincit]

{ PULL ME CLOSER TO LOVE , }
when all the buildings fall and all of the stars fade ,

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Thunderous wasn’t it, how the stroke of wind moved with the forces of our soul, combining some deep mellow meaning to life which never existed. Tundra—no less than moving and breathing what life gave us—for each smack of reality was much more different than the other. Reality was a fictional parody of what we truly believe fate to be—yet fate was just imaginative wasn’t it? The smoke filled her mouth, filling her with a sense of peace that nothing else gave her—not even sex. Despite what most people believe about her—she didn’t appreciate sex all that much—sure it was enjoyable with some people—but it wasn’t true and pure bliss as most thought it was—in fact, if it was true bliss one was talking about—Aurora only felt that once or twice—with one person she would never get involved with again. Their paths were different—they were both changed—and now, it was just her—her and her contemptuous little playthings.

As she sat in the middle of fucking nowhere, in a non-pulsed diner with savage people surrounding her—she wondered where this man would be. Her and Nikos had been tracking this man for a while now, finding his hideouts—his credit, his papers, visa—anything else they needed to bring him in. What Noah wanted this man for—Aurora didn’t know, she wasn’t as high up as Nikos to be told what they wanted—but she would be—especially now that she was going behind her partner’s back to bring in one man they categorized as level five danger. Her bright blue eyes proceeding to scan the diner again—she stopped in her tracks her eyes suddenly going wide, as she felt something invade her personal space.

Her hand in a flash touched the revolver on her thigh, feeling the hardness of the metal press against her. Gritting her teeth she turned around in a flash—as soon as she felt something touch her—and whisper in her ear nonetheless—if she didn’t have horrible denial problems, she would have almost admitted she had been startled—but she was Aurora Vincit, as ruthless as they came—one of the biggest and baddest up and comers of the company. Forcing herself to keep calm—for her tempers were flaring quickly enough—but she kept them at bay for now—taking in his appearance—she noted that he was rather handsome—but again, clearly not her type. She ate blondes for breakfast—and the sparkling of his skin didn’t do much for either—nonetheless she forced a smile to befall upon her lips, almost as if she was the most politest person in the world. “Why hello there!” the enthusiasm on her voice was so fake, Aurora could practically feel it dripping from her mouth. Instead, she just forced herself to keep that annoying smile plastered firmly to her face. “Why don’t you take a seat, Mr---?” Aurora feigned to have forgotten his name—she didn’t want him to know—that she knew more about him—than he probably did, that wouldn’t be smart on her cause.

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TAGGED;; chris !
WORD COUNT;; 672
WEARING;; nothing
NOTES;; sorry that it's long.
FINISHED;; no. just starting !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

[Chris Lorde]

If Christopher hadn't already known that she was a hunter her movements now were a dead giveaway to that point. She was quick as lightning and quite prepared for whatever she happened to encounter, obvious by the quick movements and the obvious coverup. She was as fake as a quick talkin city slicker could get and Chris didn't like it, didn't like it one bit. His boots ground into the ground as he stood up and nodded at her.

She wasn't going to get his last name out of him, she probably already knew it but in the case that she didn't he wasn't going to make it easier for her to do the job of taking him in. "Just Chris, there ain't no mister in front of my name." He said, the deeply southern accent deepning in his distrust of her

[Aurora Vincit]

{ PULL ME CLOSER TO LOVE , }
when all the buildings fall and all of the stars fade ,

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It seemed as if she wasn’t doing that much of a good job, for it seemed as if this man didn’t like her that much—needless to say, she didn’t either—but Aurora made herself count backwards—for her temper had gotten her into a whole lot of trouble before, and losing this man—losing this case would be a big slap in the face for her. This would be her one chance to prove herself better than the rest, one shot that she wasn’t willing to give up so easily—she fought the urge to make any snide remarks or gestures to show her dislike of this situation at hand.

Aurora was used to having everything go her way, if it didn’t, let’s just say that the fire inside her ignited ever so greatly. Tossing her hair back—she watched him as he sat opposite from her—that southern accent pouring from his mouth as he spoke in that voice. It was odd that she found herself attracted to his voice, especially considering her deep loathing for any sort of accents, except British ones—but here she found herself, in the middle of practically nowhere sitting across a man believed to be considered a criminal.

Her eyebrows furrowing bit her lip—not saying anything yet, just eying him up and down—trying to frighten him—but she knew well before she tried that it wouldn’t work. But—she didn’t put her seduction powers to the test yet—the object of the question needed to be attracted to her first, before she could free her essence. Clenching her fists to her sides underneath the table so it wouldn’t be visible, she spoke in a polite voice. “Mr. Lorde—I shall not address you as Chris—but by your proper name, which I believe is Christopher.” She smirked, Aurora didn’t want to give him the satisfaction by addressing him the way everyone else did. “I believe you already know why I am here.”

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TAGGED;; chris !
WORD COUNT;; 464
WEARING;; nothing
NOTES;; sorry that it's long.
FINISHED;; no. just starting !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

[Chris Lorde]

Christopher let his gaze settle on the drink menu in front of him and attempted to recall why he had agreed to the meeting in the first place. He supposed he was slightly curious about why they would send the seductress in to pick up little old him but that could have been figured out through research he supposed.

"Whatever you fancy doll" He replied while figurin if he was going to drink he might as well drink what he wanted instead of some city drink she would approve of. He wasn't lookin for her approval or anyone elses. "Give me a beer, mexican" He drawled at the waitress who obviously knew him and his preferred type.

[Aurora Vincit]

{ PULL ME CLOSER TO LOVE , }
when all the buildings fall and all of the stars fade ,

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At times like these, she preferred a good smoke at a time like this—but, she didn’t have a habit of smoking in front of others. Smoking had always been a thing she had liked to do in private—something she took pleasure in doing—just feeling the smoke ripple through her system and envade every single one of her cells had the ability to release that pent of stress she had lingering inside her all the time. She had taken this job seriously—had done everything she could and more to ensure that she was the best new agent on the block—whether it meant; lying, cheating, seducing—whatever it was to get her way. Now all she had to do—was butter this southern boy up and get him to come with her—and a bit of persuasion never failed.

Her hand reached out—feigning to touch the menu and possibly take it from him—instead the icy cold depths of her hands—touched his own, feeling his aura—and allowing it to fill her up—before her eyes began to glow a little. Sneakily she released a bit of her energy—and it seeped through her hand and into his own—possibly filling him with an aching need. He probably wouldn’t bend to her wishes just yet—but maybe within the next ten minutes or so—she would have him eating out of the palm of her hand.

She took her time removing her hand from his own—a slow smirk trailing along her face. Aurora had been in this game too long to know how to fake interest. Her eyes casting their glare upon him—she moved it, a coy smile playing across her lips. “I am sorry, was reaching for the menu.”

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TAGGED;; chris !
WORD COUNT;; 421
WEARING;; nothing
NOTES;; sorry that it's long.
FINISHED;; no. just starting !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

[Chris Lorde]

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Christopher didn't know what to do, he wanted to throw the menu at her before she had any more contact with him but then that would give away the fact that she wa getting to him, so instead he plastered an icy look on his face that said he didn't give a rats ass about what she did and how she did it and flipped the menu across the table at her. He wasn't in the habit of being rude to ladies but she had touched him without his permission which was a big no no for him.

"Not a problem darlin, if I had a dime for every girl that touched my hand Id be one rich son of a bitch by now." He couldn't help layin on the southern accent a little thick in front of this petite woman who had probably never ridden anything other than a man in her life. "But try not to do it again, my little woman might get mad and she sure is hell on wheels..." He said, alluding to his partner.

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[Aurora Vincit]

{ PULL ME CLOSER TO LOVE , }
when all the buildings fall and all of the stars fade ,

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Cold fury must have felt something like this—for it seemed this son of a bitch had pushed the wrong nerve. Her teeth was grinding against her jaw and every single part of her was screaming to take that gun out of her thigh clasp and blast his brain to bits before he saw it coming. She wanted to feel this bastard’s blood on hers. Instead—she caught the menu in her arm—her nostrils flaring—not knowing how to proceed without ripping him to bits and pieces and savaging in them—her power took a whole different turn when she got angry—and she could literally feel her hands shaking—a hot rearing monster plummeting inside her.

It didn’t take her long to reach for her hot coffee and fling it directly at the man—and in one quick movement her revolver was in her hands the click going off indicating she was ready to shoot. She could feel gasps and screams—but right about now, she didn’t give a fuck—the rush of cold fury was way too much to take at the moment—her gun pointed at his head—she smiled at him—that sweet smile that made them cower on their knees. “We could have done this the easy way you son of a bitch” she all but snarled at him—her voice hadn’t sounded like this in ages, “You didn’t want to do this the easy way—well let’s do this my way then.” She pressed the tip of her gun to his forehead—a malice grin covering her face.

“Wanna make me bleed, bitch? Do it—but just know that it will take me a while to bleed—but just one push of my fucking finger—and your brains will be my food. So, now, be a good boy and stand the fuck up.” Her voice calmed again—almost as if she was speaking to a child, the smirk was heavily laden upon her face—yet, the anger was pounding deep inside her. No one had managed to get her this angry in years—she was gonna torture the shit out of this bastard when they locked him up—Aurora would make sure of it.

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TAGGED;; chris !
WORD COUNT;; 499
WEARING;; nothing
NOTES;; sorry that it's long.
FINISHED;; no. just starting !
CREDIT;; property of RORA !

[Chris Lorde]

Christopher wasn't new to this business of threats and silled drinks. He had been dating women for a good long time and they were always this way when pissed off. Over emotional and not quite as logical as they would like you to believe. He was just sick enough to enjoy this kind of foreplay to be hones She hadn't had any ffect on him until she had gotten angry and now that she was furious Chris found himself quite attracted to her....

"All fakeness aside Ms. Vincit, I'm glad you decided to show your true personality and nature." Christopher hated fakeness with a passion, he didn't turn his eyes to her, he didn't flinch as she pushed the gun further into his head, he only picked his beer up and took a sip, relaxed in a sitution of truth, if not comfort.