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Post by Maleficent on Apr 13, 2013 11:07:29 GMT -5
Mal looked up at him and smiled at his advance,"... My Prince..." she murmured," The lock here, beyond it lies the key to our revenge. I can't seem to get through.... but perhaps if you could..." She bit her lip, almost enough to draw blood," I'd be very grateful"
There was a spell book Regina had always used, it had many incredibly dangerous spells and curses and an unimaginable amount of magic stored within it. Mal had always been a tad jealous that she had such an item, but now was her chance to take it for herself... who knows what she could accomplish with such an asset
"Please?" She whispered seductively
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 13, 2013 12:59:50 GMT -5
"Your servant will try, Goddess..." He grinned, taking his hand away from her small waist.
He stepped up to the door; magic seemed to be his match... but it wasn't STRONGER then him.... but he wasn't stronger than IT... it was just... luck of the draw. He spit at the door; at first it seemed like an unnecessary flourish, but the small spot began to burn and sizzle. Just like a holy relic would. He stepped up to the door, red eyes blazing, teeth bare, as he placed his hands against the wood.
He focused in on that spell embedded in the wood, like he did a crucifix, and fought back against that power.
"Burn..." He hissed, his tone and voice so different from the smooth silk it usually was. The door was suddenly ablaze, it's spell weakened. He finally punched through it and it crumbled.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 13, 2013 13:49:00 GMT -5
Mal shivered at his demonstration of strength, she wrapped her arms around his waist so her front was spooning his back and purred," Wonderful! Absolutely perfect My Prince"
She then slid around and pulled out the leather bound book, for a moment she stood there simply wonderstruck by the thought that she was holding such a powerful artifact in her hands. Mal stroked the cover lovingly, it was just begging to be used here and now.
She tucked the book under her arm then wrapped her other around his neck," Now how may I thank my pet in return?"
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 14, 2013 7:15:04 GMT -5
Before she could finish her sentence, she was pinned against the wall, his fangs sank into her neck. Such a stunt had cost him greatly, he needed SOMETHING to replenish himself. And he just took it; unable to wait for her coy teasing to be over before he could get what he needed.
He could feel her getting slack in his arms, as she dropped the book. Reluctantly, he pulled himself away with a groan, wanting more, but knowing that he couldn't drain her completely. He held her up as he crouched to pick up the book, and then scooped her up in his arms, carrying her out the door, like some kind of knight.
"Sorry Goddess," He soothed. "But my magic is different. It is not an element that I bend to my will... it is myself... energy exerted." He explained, though he wasn't sure if she was listening. Her eyes were fluttering to stay open as she tried to keep her head up.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 14, 2013 15:18:47 GMT -5
She would have sapped him for such a violation had she not been so weak- she couldn't even properly heal her wound. Mal leaned into his chest and shut her eyes
" Just take me home" she mumbled under her breath. She'd worry about the car later, as unwise as it was- but seeing as how she had little to no energy to drive, let alone teleport her car away from thee scene- she was left with few other options.
She still held the book in her arms however, THAT much she could handle
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 14, 2013 18:51:31 GMT -5
He grinned against her unruly hair. She was so adorably weak in his arms... it reminded him that SHE could be the prey just as much as he could, magic or no. But he didn't want his 'drug' source to be diminished completely; she was to addicting to let it end. Both her blood and her personality. He carried her all the way home, having to kick the door down, since her apartment and car keys always were vanished into thin air and then summoned when they were needed: his Goddess didn't bother with purses.
He laid her gently on the velvet couch where they had sported with each other the previous night. "Wait here." Dracula said, brushing a curl behind her ear. Not that he felt a sentiment to do it... it probably felt good to her. He went out the ruined door, popping it back into place, before setting out to get her car.
When he reached it, he put it in neutral and pushed it along effortlessly. It was late, so there was no traffic or late night walkers to witness this. Though Tom Clark was coming out of his Pharmacy, closing up, when he saw the strange sight.
"Sir? Do you need help?" He asked, in his usual nasal voice. "I could call someone..."
"I do need help, could you come here?" Dracula smiled, faking a gracious expression. Once Tom was close enough the entrancement took effect. "Open your store... I need food." He commanded. Tom turned and opened the store back up. "Good, watch the car."
The Dark Prince walked in, picking up a green shopping bask, and whistled as he walked the isles. His Goddess would need to eat to replenish her energy... and blood. Frozen food wouldn't do, but the Pharmacy had a surprising amount of produce and cooking elements. He grabbed what she would need, along with a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper... for later. An apology.
He walked back out and loaded everything in the car. "Thank you Tom. Close up and go home." Dracula whistled as he continued pushing the car towards Mal's apartment complex.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 14, 2013 20:07:38 GMT -5
Mal had pretty much passed out on the couch while Dracula was out, taking a well needed rest. The book still held tightly in her arms.
She awoke slowly and groggily stumbling off the couch to make herself something to eat. She went over to the stove and turned it on getting a fry pan. There really was no plan other than make food, preferably proteins- though a prince would have been preferable, she would have to settle for bacon... or eggs... or sausage...
When Dracula came in she was standing over the stove half awake over the stove in a daze.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 14, 2013 22:54:51 GMT -5
The Dark Prince came in and set the stuff down on the ornate mahogany table. With inhuman speed he was at Mal's side, gently plucking her hands away from the cookery.
"No no no... my goddess." He murmured to her. "Let me take care of you." he led her back to the couch, a hand on the small of her back, until she was situated. Immediately he started back towards the kitchen, and started preparing food. Halfway through the process, he went over to her with a juice box, holding it out to her with a smirk.
"Drink..." He said simply.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 15, 2013 10:15:17 GMT -5
Mal accepted the juice, this was a childs drink, but she didn't have the strength to protest. She took a drink, and the simple feel of it was energizing.
"Thank you, my pet," she smiled and sipped it until it was empty
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 15, 2013 15:31:49 GMT -5
He grinned as he continued cooking, knowing that she probably LOATHED feeling helpless.
"I've seen into your memories... you seem quite fond of breakfast." He said. He flipped a pancake in the air. He didn't even EAT... he just had all these memories of food and how to prepare it... that NOW would be put to good use. After that he worked on the eggs and sausage, cutting up some fruit, pouring more juice, arranging it all to look like a display ready for commercial shoot. He brought the tray over to her, setting it on the coffee table.
"Eat what you can..." He suggested, sitting back in an arm chair nearby, watching her... cat-like... "Focus on the eggs and fruit..." Protein and sugar. Though he smirked when he saw her go straight for the pancakes. He watched her with fascination while she ate.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 15, 2013 15:50:30 GMT -5
Even for Mal, this was a little uncomfortable. She did her best to ignore his laser like stare as she snarfed down her plate. Pancakes first, she should have known that would be a mistake. Her stomach started to protest as she swallowed her first few bites of eggs- she would pick at the fruits a little before setting down a half eaten plate.
She took a napkin to her lips wiping away the smears of syrup," Mmmmm, delicious," She said under her breath, her attention then snapped back to the spell book on the side table. Mal leaned over and snatched it up and opened page, she could practically smell it's magic.
"Oh pet.... you've no idea what can be accomplished through this one book," She smirked as she paged through it, fascinated by it text.
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 17, 2013 5:37:01 GMT -5
"Apparently not." He said, corner of his mouth quirking up. "Tell me." He was only half interested really. All he really wanted was to get her blood hot and flowing... but it was far too soon for that. Poor thing would probably pass out. He leaned back into his chair.
...Perhaps he should seek out the captain again...
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 17, 2013 16:12:29 GMT -5
"Nearly very spell and incantation is contained in these pages... some more ancient and powerful than even I have known... but even more so, the book contains it's own magical energy..." From the moment she had picked it up, it had been humming with power.
She lifted the book close, then inhaled sharply. The book produced a cloud of purple dust that quickly disappeared as Maleficent breathed it in. The Dark Fairy took a moment to feel the rejuvenating effect, when it restored her it then began filling her with a sense of ectasy
She gasped as her green eyes for a moment glowed a florescent purple, Mal giggled a bit then set it aside. Her Prince was becoming rather bored, he could never quite understand the beauty of her book. Once he was resting she could study it further, for now he needed to be entertained.
Mal stood from the couch and made her way over to him, she straddled his lap placing her arms around his neck and purred," It has a rather.... revitalizing effect"
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Post by Count Dracula/Vlad Lugosi on Apr 17, 2013 20:33:06 GMT -5
He had watched with a little curiosity as her eyes changed hue for a moment, and then the gasp she let out at the book's power. The Dark Prince had competition... with a book. It was both amusing and pathetic to admit...
He smirked down at her. Perhaps she could arise to the occasion. Very surprising, considering all she had been through this night. He kissed her, sensing the warmth and magic beneath her skin. More magic then last night. It made him thirsty... hungering for it's taste intermingled with her blood. He ran his hands up and down her back, massaging her.
"So I see..." He brushed unruly curly hair away from her long neck, red eyes fixated on the point where he wanted to sink his fangs, but he awaited permission.
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Post by Maleficent on Apr 17, 2013 20:45:27 GMT -5
Her hips pressed against his, signaling what she wanted from him," Mmm, I know you want a taste...."
She played with the buttons on his shirt, glancing up at him flirtatiously. Once she could see his bare chest, she ran her fingers down to his pants whilst kissing at his neck. Finally she brought her fingers back up to her neck and scratched a tiny little 'x' where he was staring
"Be gentle," She smiled, though with the new found magic in her system she was confident that there was very little even he could do to hurt her.
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