Post by Joseph L. Jones on Jan 16, 2012 6:12:53 GMT -5
Oregon- belongs to Tony!
Cali~ shes Heta’s guys~
Nevada: RILEY’S AND YOU KNOW IT BITCHES!
Story by: Wiley Riles
Edited by: Alley Al
Joseph cheered with the others. Another win! It was hard not to get into the excitement in Las Vegas, at the casinos. But he moved away with lack of interest like everyone else when the one playing the cards started losing.
Joseph was already drunk out of his mind, so when Alexis said something about leaving for the night he watched her swim rather then walk away with both Erin’s hands in both of Alexis’ after a quick hug and kiss goodbye (and a short lecture to not get into trouble).
He stumbled through a crowd of people laughing with beers or chips thrown aggressively on bright green tables. He didn’t know he was being followed.
Joseph wobbled away from the bright lights, cheers of happiness and groans of disappointment to a hallway that led to his hotel room. He figured he might as well crash now too, since without the girls It was less fun. He hadn’t won anything today anyway and got slapped about four times and got into about 3 bar fights.
He rolled his shoulder back.
“Still sore damn it..”
He still hadn’t noticed someone trailing him as he stumbled down the long secluded hall with one hand feeling along the wall. He almost fell trying to get the world to stop shaking around him as he walked, heavy steps behind him.
“Fuckin A.” He mumbled. Now that he was at his door he started fumbling with his keys to get the doors- normally the door- to unlock already. He kicked the door frame and almost threw up thrashing against the door to get it open faster.
“FUCKIN ASS!! FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID CUNT MONKEY OPEN!” Apparently that didn’t work. He’d think that doing this every other night would allow the door to get used to the routine, but it didn’t.
Instead he tried one more time and it finally opened for him.
“Yeah,” he said. “got you on check. You do what I say don’t ya bitch?” His drunken voice echoed around him, and he still didn’t notice he was being trialed until the offender held the door open with his foot.
Joseph’s head hit the door as he swung into it before he could comprehend. He didn’t know anyone this fast. Not his father or any of the states that he knew.
He let out a groan of pain since the force gave him a throbbing headache. He wasn’t sure if he could hold in his barf anymore as his vision started to blur heavier than it already had been. It was hard to tell if there were three men or four in front of him, the way he seemed to multiply. The boy could barely even get a good look at his face.
His blue eyes squinted trying to see who it could be, and his arms were trapped above his head. He moved to kick out, struggling weakly but whoever it was, was strong enough to keep him pinned to the door.
“Fucking tard,” he slurred, still trying to kick even when the man simply spread his feet apart with his legs. “ya know who ya messn with heah? I’ll fuck you up..! I’LL KILL YOU! AINT GOT NO DAMN MONEY!”
“Don’t need money.” The man in black knew better than to waste his words. His prey looked like such an adorable little animal caught in his trap. And he only needed one hand to hold both of his arms away with sharp talons digging into the boy’s wrist.
His other hand wandered freely to his shirt which he ripped down the middle to more curses and violent attempts at freedom. He was starting to get tired of all the news and simply tore more off, stuffing a good amount into Joseph’s open mouth.
In these types of situations, Nevada always found a way to make it out safe. He flailed again and this time head butted the man but it turns out his eyes were playing tricks on him again and he hit nothing but air.
“fuck!” sounded more like “fmmph!” when that happened, and he didn’t understand why he was suddenly on the ground a little bit away from the bed.
The state must have been more drunk than he thought when he saw glistening white fangs and long claws as the offendor grabbed his shirt again and started pulling away the material around his neck.
If he could scream Nevada would when the dark man suddenly plunged his teeth into the skin of Joseph’s neck without so much as a warning.
The state’s eyes quivered with tears of pain that he blinked angrily away, using his hands to try and push the man off of him. It wasn’t working- he was like a rock that just didn’t move and kicking his feet and aiming everywhere he could with them didn’t help either.
He could barely get past the man’s stomach. He was cold as stone and hurtful with his full wait on Joseph and teeth biting deeper into his flesh. He groaned past the cloth with pain when both fangs went as far in as they could go.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just leave already fuckin’ leave you bastard!
He squeazed his eyes waiting for the pain to go away but it didn’t. Instead, Joseph’s eyes smacked right back open when he felt a sharp-nailed hand reaching from his chest to lower stomach. This caused him to flail even harder, even though it was no use- the sucking kept going and the hand went lower until it stopped completetly, ghosting over him.
That’s when Nevada’s heart pumped faster than normal and it felt like his face was on fire. He didn’t know that it was only helping feed the man more, and soon he was too exhausted to worry about the other hand moving lightly over his chest. He was covered in sweat by now and knew he was going to die soon. He couldn’t hide the moans of sin or groans of pain past the piece of his shirt even if he wanted.
His vision was fading darker. He could only hear sucking and panting and the ever lowing gasps of his own breath. He blinked sweat from his eyes in an attempt to stay awake to live for just a little longer, but he was already seeing his life flash before his eyes.
He started crying freely since he knew there would be no use hiding it now. He fucking hated this man, this random, stupid, vampire bastard!
When America came Nevada still thought he was hallucinating. He passed out before he could see what the blond was doing to the dark-dressed man.
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More chapters if I feel like it
Cali~ shes Heta’s guys~
Nevada: RILEY’S AND YOU KNOW IT BITCHES!
Story by: Wiley Riles
Edited by: Alley Al
Joseph cheered with the others. Another win! It was hard not to get into the excitement in Las Vegas, at the casinos. But he moved away with lack of interest like everyone else when the one playing the cards started losing.
Joseph was already drunk out of his mind, so when Alexis said something about leaving for the night he watched her swim rather then walk away with both Erin’s hands in both of Alexis’ after a quick hug and kiss goodbye (and a short lecture to not get into trouble).
He stumbled through a crowd of people laughing with beers or chips thrown aggressively on bright green tables. He didn’t know he was being followed.
Joseph wobbled away from the bright lights, cheers of happiness and groans of disappointment to a hallway that led to his hotel room. He figured he might as well crash now too, since without the girls It was less fun. He hadn’t won anything today anyway and got slapped about four times and got into about 3 bar fights.
He rolled his shoulder back.
“Still sore damn it..”
He still hadn’t noticed someone trailing him as he stumbled down the long secluded hall with one hand feeling along the wall. He almost fell trying to get the world to stop shaking around him as he walked, heavy steps behind him.
“Fuckin A.” He mumbled. Now that he was at his door he started fumbling with his keys to get the doors- normally the door- to unlock already. He kicked the door frame and almost threw up thrashing against the door to get it open faster.
“FUCKIN ASS!! FUCKING DOOR YOU STUPID CUNT MONKEY OPEN!” Apparently that didn’t work. He’d think that doing this every other night would allow the door to get used to the routine, but it didn’t.
Instead he tried one more time and it finally opened for him.
“Yeah,” he said. “got you on check. You do what I say don’t ya bitch?” His drunken voice echoed around him, and he still didn’t notice he was being trialed until the offender held the door open with his foot.
Joseph’s head hit the door as he swung into it before he could comprehend. He didn’t know anyone this fast. Not his father or any of the states that he knew.
He let out a groan of pain since the force gave him a throbbing headache. He wasn’t sure if he could hold in his barf anymore as his vision started to blur heavier than it already had been. It was hard to tell if there were three men or four in front of him, the way he seemed to multiply. The boy could barely even get a good look at his face.
His blue eyes squinted trying to see who it could be, and his arms were trapped above his head. He moved to kick out, struggling weakly but whoever it was, was strong enough to keep him pinned to the door.
“Fucking tard,” he slurred, still trying to kick even when the man simply spread his feet apart with his legs. “ya know who ya messn with heah? I’ll fuck you up..! I’LL KILL YOU! AINT GOT NO DAMN MONEY!”
“Don’t need money.” The man in black knew better than to waste his words. His prey looked like such an adorable little animal caught in his trap. And he only needed one hand to hold both of his arms away with sharp talons digging into the boy’s wrist.
His other hand wandered freely to his shirt which he ripped down the middle to more curses and violent attempts at freedom. He was starting to get tired of all the news and simply tore more off, stuffing a good amount into Joseph’s open mouth.
In these types of situations, Nevada always found a way to make it out safe. He flailed again and this time head butted the man but it turns out his eyes were playing tricks on him again and he hit nothing but air.
“fuck!” sounded more like “fmmph!” when that happened, and he didn’t understand why he was suddenly on the ground a little bit away from the bed.
The state must have been more drunk than he thought when he saw glistening white fangs and long claws as the offendor grabbed his shirt again and started pulling away the material around his neck.
If he could scream Nevada would when the dark man suddenly plunged his teeth into the skin of Joseph’s neck without so much as a warning.
The state’s eyes quivered with tears of pain that he blinked angrily away, using his hands to try and push the man off of him. It wasn’t working- he was like a rock that just didn’t move and kicking his feet and aiming everywhere he could with them didn’t help either.
He could barely get past the man’s stomach. He was cold as stone and hurtful with his full wait on Joseph and teeth biting deeper into his flesh. He groaned past the cloth with pain when both fangs went as far in as they could go.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just leave already fuckin’ leave you bastard!
He squeazed his eyes waiting for the pain to go away but it didn’t. Instead, Joseph’s eyes smacked right back open when he felt a sharp-nailed hand reaching from his chest to lower stomach. This caused him to flail even harder, even though it was no use- the sucking kept going and the hand went lower until it stopped completetly, ghosting over him.
That’s when Nevada’s heart pumped faster than normal and it felt like his face was on fire. He didn’t know that it was only helping feed the man more, and soon he was too exhausted to worry about the other hand moving lightly over his chest. He was covered in sweat by now and knew he was going to die soon. He couldn’t hide the moans of sin or groans of pain past the piece of his shirt even if he wanted.
His vision was fading darker. He could only hear sucking and panting and the ever lowing gasps of his own breath. He blinked sweat from his eyes in an attempt to stay awake to live for just a little longer, but he was already seeing his life flash before his eyes.
He started crying freely since he knew there would be no use hiding it now. He fucking hated this man, this random, stupid, vampire bastard!
When America came Nevada still thought he was hallucinating. He passed out before he could see what the blond was doing to the dark-dressed man.
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More chapters if I feel like it