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Dallas McPherson

what if i'm no hero? what if i'm the bad guy?

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a character in “a forbidden glance”, as played by The Littlest Mermaid

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Dallas McPherson

nicknames | D || only by his brothers
age | Twenty-Five (actually 240)
sexuality | Heterosexual
species | Vampire
ability/talent | speed, healing, strength





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personality

+ : {caring, athletic, reserved, well-mannered, passionate} || - : {argumentative, cautious, strong-willed, stubborn, old-fashioned}

When Dallas was born back in the 1800s, chivalry was big. Therefore, Dallas was brought up to be very well mannered: loved his mother, helped his father, and didn't participate in useless spats with his brothers. At the age of 25, when his home was infiltrates by Natives and his family was slaughtered and he was left for dead, that's when the McPhersons found and turned him. It was the only way to turn him. Due to the time he was raised in, he can be a tad old-fashioned when it comes to hunting and life. He prefers to stalk his prey and only kills when he needs to, never making it into a game like so many members of his family do. He also his a firm believer that the man should make the first move in dating, that he should pay on the first date, and is entitled to ask for her hand in marriage from the father. Not that he reckons he'll ever get to do any of that in the way he'd like.

Growing up with so many siblings and being the more well behaved of the five, he was often times pushed to the back, causing him to be very reserved. His parents knew they never needed to bother with punishing him because he hardly ever never did the wrong thing. This, perhaps, fueled Dallas' argumentative and stubborn side. When asked his opinion, Dallas is never shy to give it and he doesn't like being told its wrong. How can an opinion be wrong? Once he's got his mind set on something, whether it be the outcome to a situation, the answer to a question, or an expectation of an event, and it's different than what he thought, he will fight tooth and nail to prove that he's right and he isn't one to change his mind.

On the other side of his stubbornness, comes the fact that he's extremely passionate about his dreams, beliefs, and those he loves. While it may drive you absolutely mental when he isn't able to admit that he's wrong about which actor starred in a movie, you'll be grateful that's how he is when it's you he's fighting so hard to save or your idea he's too strong-willed not to prove.

In addition to his passion, Dallas is just a very caring man. He helped raise his younger siblings when his parents and the older ones would be out on hunts and he's definitely a momma's boy so he learned only from the best how to treat others even if they may not amount to the vampire that he is.

That's not to say he isn't masculine, though. Dallas stands at 5'11 and his arms are thick and chiseled with muscle. He has a prominent six-pack and his jaw line could cut glass. This is tribute to all of the running, jumping, and fighting he does. He may be the quieter McPherson but he still participates in Sunday spars with the rest of the family and their occasional game of thunderstorm baseball. He's a very athletic guy, although in school he unfortunately was never allowed to go out for sports at the risk of exposing himself.

power

Vampires can run at exceptionally fast speeds
They are able to heal themselves by drinking human or other vampire blood.
If living on a diet of human blood, their eyes become blood red. If dieting on animals, they are a golden color.
Vampires possess a strength far superior to that of a human, but their strength is even greater if they ingest human blood.

myths (true or untrue)

Can Vampires go into a house if they haven't been invited in?
Can Vampires see themselves in mirrors?
Will holding up garlic ward off vampires? - It honestly will probably attract them. The McPhersons love garlic bread.
Do all Vampires drink human blood?
Do wooden stakes kill vampires?
Do Vampires possess the ability of mind control?
Will the sun burn a Vampire?
Do Vampires sleep?

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LIKES | nighttime, stars, baseball, soccer, animals, humans - he finds them interesting, his mom, pop music, but not the modern pop shit: stuff like James Arthur & Snow Patrol (alternative/indie??), running, feeling free, heights, camping, school, travel, strong coffee, the wind, sponteneity, writing, journals, books, dreams.

DISLIKES | snakes/reptiles, wasted time, invasions of privacy, pointless drama, unneeded confrontation, fights outside of for sport and need, werewolves, arrogance, unnecesary human death, bloodthirsty vampires, laziness, junk food, not being able to sleep.

STRENGTHS | speed, healing, strength, writing, school - considering he's graduated about 25 times, sports.

WEAKNESSES | stubbornnes, accepting negative criticism, can occasionally be hot headed, wooden steaks, facing the sun without his ring ** read history for more informations **

FEARS | losing his ring, never leaving rockford, not being able to control himself - giving into his animalistic instincts.

SECRETS | sometimes he hangs outside of windows of the humans at night and
watches them, he's so intrigued by the way they dream and how their bodies are nearly unresponsive when they sleep and the mundane ways that they get around without having the ability to run as he does, the few times he indulges in the blood of humans, secretly wants to find love.

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS | chest tattoo


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family
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Gregory McPherson |
Dallas' father and the leader of their family clan. The two aren't very close as they have extremely different lifestyles, Gregg feasting on humans for his hunger while Dallas does his best to stick to animals. His father doesn't approve of his son's choice and feels that it's him denying his true nature, while Dallas thinks it's being courteous to the humans they live near.

Jaqueline McPherson |
Dallas' mother and one of the only members of the McPherson family that accepts his choice of food. She's the opposite of everything that Gregory is. Her presence is always a warm addition to any room. In Dallas' eyes, she's the perfect mother.

Oliver McPherson, 28 |
The oldest boy and most commonly known as Ollie, he's hardly ever heard from. When it came time for him to be trained to lead the family and become head of the clan, he split. The rest of the family thinks it was just a fear of the responsibility, but Dallas, having been extremely close to his eldest brother, knows that he had fallen in love with a human girl. Marrying outside of the family results in an "impure bloodline" and is extremely frowned upon throughout the McPherson name, so Ollie felt that his only choice was to leave so they didn't find out. If they had, he was sure they would have killed the girl.

Mateus McPherson, 22 |
Morgan's fraternal twin and one of the ruffians of the McPherson household. These two tag team human hunts and travel as far as New York City to go on killing rampages just because they find it exhilerating. Think Damon from Vampire Diaries, plus Emmett from Twilight, plus the Weasley twins. You've got Mateus and Morgan. These two are consistantly making fun of Dallas because he chooses to drink from animals instead of humans.

Morgan McPherson, 22 |
Mateus' fraternal twin. Same as Mateus.

Brooks McPherson, 15 |
The youngest of the McPhersons and Dallas' personal favorite. Brooks is open to the idea of feeding off of animals and even goes into the woods with Dallas so he can help him learn how to hunt them, as they're different prey than humans and need different tactics to be caught.

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The McPhersons clan has been in the the area of Rockford since before it was civilized. Dallas and his section of the family specifically have been there for just over 200 years. Most of the legends you've heard about how vampires join are true. Once they've bitten and turned someone, the aging process is halted. Gregory, while now the leader of the family, wasn't the first to make settlement in Maine. The very first McPherson, Cedric, was a true McPherson while everyone after him simply takes his name when they're turned. He was a monster, much like the human tales of Dracula. He killed for no reason and was only kind to his wife, Morticia, whom had been his wife in life and in afterlife. One day, they found a 17 year old boy who had been mugged and left in the street for dead. Still containing her motherly instinct, Morticia begged with Cedric to be allowed to save the boy and keep him for their own. Reluctantly, he had agreed. Thus had begun the McPherson branch. Throughout the years, the turning of humans was not only done to make additions to the family or in matters of life or death. Now it was done out of lust or love. For lust, it was because vampires feel everything at a hieghtened sense. For love, only the highest born and purest blood were approved to take on the McPherson name.

This had been why the eldest of Gregory's branch had fleed. He had fallen in love with a girl of low status. Although everyone except Dallas, who knew the truth, believed it had just been nerves about taking over the clan. Since he was second born, this responsibility know fell on Dallas. Gregory was less than ecstatic about this because the boy chose to live as what the other vampires called a vegetarian.

After watching the natives maime and execute his family, Dallas wasn't fond of torture or killing if he didn't need to. He was constantly tellin his father and brothers that they could survive without hurting anyone. To which they always replied:

Gregory: Yes son, survival is possible. However, your strength, speed, and ability to heal is not nearly as strong as mine. I break your arm no problem and it would take you a full day to heal. Stop fighting your nature. You're meant to kill. You're a killer.

Mateus & Morgan: What fun is hunting animals?! Even humans do that for sport! I want to hear the screams! It's so fun to see the fear as you toy with them and starting the game is half the fun. You know, you can pleasure yourself with a willing woman before biting into her and drinking your fill. You really should come to the city with us next time we go.

Only his mother and youngest brother, Brooks, ever tried to understand. His mother would always make sure he had a glass of rabbit or deer at the table when they ate as a family and everyone else was sucking down bloodbags. She's even warn him if they were going to have their meal fresh that night so he could make sure he was far away from their house. Brooks had even gone on hunting trips with Dallas before, making the effort to try the animals in lou of humans. He didn't like it much, but understood his brother's reasoning and was making the effort.

In the town to the humans, they're viewed as influential icons and are known to be quite wealthy. Whenever a townsperson notices that none of the family is getting older, they're...taken care of.

Of course, the humans have heard legend of the vampires within the town. However, the legend speaks of monsters that can't come out in the sunlight and hundreds of years ago, Cedric McPherson met a warlock who could solve this. Ever since then, the warlocks present a new member of the family with a ring that makes it possible for them to come out in the daylight, throwing off all suspicion from them.





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So begins...

Dallas McPherson's Story

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Nora’s fiery red ponytail swung back and forth rhythmically as she set a steady pace for her nightly jog. It was something she always made time for as the feeling of moonlight, and a cold breeze on her shoulders could not be beat. Her headphones were fit snuggly into her ears, as she played her father’s old rock albums through her phone to keep her pace up as she jogged. Nora had created her own little path in the woods that she had become quite fond of as a jogging trail. At this particular time of night, nobody was out jogging, and if they were it was to dark for them to see to be directly in the woods. (Which wasn’t a huge problem for her).

She skidded to a halt, running slightly into a large rock that jutted out from the trail, suddenly as her phone buzzed in the pocket of her leggings. She fished it out, a little annoyed that her jog had been rudely disturbed. She accepted the call, the harsh light of her phone making it too bright to make out who the caller was. ”Hello?”
Nora’s tone came off a little perturbed. ”Nora?” It was Charlie, her little sister, the small innocent little voice instantly brought a smile to her face. ”Hey Char, what are you doing up so late huh?” Her sister giggled on the other line, ”I just had to make sure you didn’t forget that you promised to help me train tomorrow!” Nora had promised her younger sister she’d teach her how to use her claws as a self defense mechanism. ”Charlie I could never forget that, ok? But you need to get some sleep to be ready for tomorrow” Her sister groaned in sadness, ”Okay, I guess. I love you”. Nora smiled, ”I love you too” before she ended the call.

She hadn’t even noticed that her arm, near her shoulder had brushed agains the rock, cutting into the skin. She frowned as she touched the cut her finger coming back smeared with a little blood. ”Damnit”, she muttered softly and she tried to put pressure on the cut with her arm. It would heal on its own, but not for another couple minutes. With a sigh, she picked back up her pace on to the trail, this time going a little quicker. Now, more than anything she just wanted to get home and take a shower.


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alistair bishop
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The thumping bass of the music was like fire to his veins as Alistair sipped cooly on one of his favorites, a Negroni. It’s where he spent the majority of his Friday nights, at Xan, the local club where the young and restless came to release themselves from the rather mundane town of Rockford. As he sat casually at the bar, his steely blue eyes surveyed the dance for looking for his source of entertainment for the night. Mortals were so easy to convince and convey, and he found especially that they found him rather intoxicating. The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly in a smirk at the thought of it. His father had never approved of his so called ‘cat and mouse’ game with mortals, but Alistair couldn’t give a damn about what his father had to say.

That night, he had drawn a rather elegant rose tattoo on his arm. He ran a careful finger over the pattern slightly, before taking another drink. Tensions about the bishop household had been rather high at the moment, with his father riding his back about taking the family name and his younger brother starting shit like always. He sighed, running a hand through his hair pinching the bridge of his nose. Sometimes he wished that mortal drugs and alcohol had the same effect on him that they did for normal humans. Unfortunately all he got was a little spark compared to their high.

He finished his drink and signaled the bartender for another, he knew he was going to need someone quite special to entertain him tonight. The flurry of men and woman that had came his way lately were rather dull and repetitive, he was becoming easily bored of it all. He hoped slightly, that tonight fate had something good, no wicked in store for him.

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It was Dallas' favorite time of night. His family were all out doing something else: father and mother had gone out on a weekend long hunt leaving him in charge of the twins, who were probably back in the city right now rampaging on some unsuspecting humans, and his youngest (and self admitted favorite) Brooks, who had decided to join him tonight.

Looking at his watch, he saw it was just past midnight, when the larger animals come out to play. His favorite to hunt. They put up a challenge that was, to him, even more thrilling than a human. His vision was quite good in the dark, not exactly night vision, but good enough that he was able to hunt without tripping over roots and scaring off his prey. Through the bushes in the clearing just up ahead, he spotted movement. Dallas put his arm out in front of Brooks, motioning for him to stop.

"So, what do we do first? Dallas asked his brother. He had been teaching him the tricks to hunting animals and how to get the bigger ones, as they tasted better. All of his family lived off human blood, so all of their eyes were a deep red while his were gold because he chose to survive off animals. Brooks was the only one, besides their mother, who tried to understand. And he was the only one who had humored him enough to go out on a hunt with him and actually participate.

"We stay quiet, and wait until it move again." Brooks replied in a whisper.

Nodding, Dallas continued, "And then what." He had his eyes fixed on the bushes, keeping an eye out in case Brooks missed something.

The younger boy's head straightened to attention and his eyes darted as he tried to see between the leaves of the bush the animal was in. "Once we know where it is, we-" And he was gone before he finished his sentence. All that was left was a strong gust of wind that touseled Dallas' hair and rustled the leaves of the nearby trees and grass.

Rolling his eyes, Dallas chuckled before standing up and heading over where he could smell the traces of blood. When he reached the other side of the bush, his brother had his teeth sank into the neck of a coyote and there was a warm, red liquid leaking out of either side of his mouth. Stomach growling, Dallas licked his lips and turned to see where the pack was, because they couldn't be far behind. "Good job, bud." He encouraged, messing up Brooks' hair while he drained the coyote. "I think that's all for tonight. I'll meet you back at the house. Head back when you're done. Don't forget to clean up! No blood in the house!" He called out as he disappeared further into the trees.

It had been almost 24 hours since he'd eaten and he was starving. He had spent all the previous day fighting with the twins about their planned rampage for the evening, telling them that it wasn't right to go around killing innocents. They had simply rolled their eyes and left. There wasn't much point in arguing with them. He may have been older and in good shape, but they were still larger than him.

As he made a left around a rock, his ear twitched. There was a voice nearing him. A girl's voice. Panic began to rise at him and he hoped that Brooks had already finished the coyote and was back home. Dallas may be able to control himself, but the same cannot be said for a growing vampire boy who's on a feed high.

"I love you too. Was all he heard. Wait, no. Then the voice said, "Damn it."

Dallas' nose began to involuntary twitch and he felt his fangs pushing against his gums, begging to be let out, as the scent of blood reached his nose. It was a savory smell that was oddly enough tainted with something foul. He hardly noticed through his hunger though, and it took him clenching and unclenching his fists several times to get his body to calm down. As easily as it would have been to run from the temptation, Dallas couldn't shake the fear that Brooks was still out here someone and could hurt an innocent that he had the opportunity to return to safety. This was far off the paved track the civilians should be using.

The girl had begun jogging again so Dallas matched her pace within the treeline beside the unmarked path she was running, staying just out of sight. There was a fork in the path up ahead, one way led deeper into the woods and the other led back to the trail, where she should be. He sprinted ahead of her and stepped out into the moonlight, waiting for her to reach him. When she was back within view and was now jogging towards him, he leaned methodically up against the rock behind him, arms crossed.

Dallas waited until she was within earshot, then spoke, "A little deeper into the woods than allowed, aren't we?" He couldn't help when his eyes lingered to the smear of blood that was now dried over skin where a cut no longer existed. His eyebrows raised.






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Brynlee Madison
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Brynlee walked into Xan out of the cold, night air flanked by two of her 'friends', or rather, people she had used her influence on. She didn't exactly have friends. She was a lot later arriving than she had wanted to be, but the party never really started until she walked in, so it didn't matter much. Did it? The moment she walked in, a martini was placed in her hand by the hot bartender, whom she'd generously paid in favors that were much better than money many times before. "Thank you, Eric." She purred, running a finger down his chest before taking a sip of her drink and walking further into the club.

Her eyes scanned the room, looking for someone new to catch her interest. Someone she wouldn't have to sing to get, that she could have all by herself. After all, that was the satisfying part. The knowledge that someone picked her solely because it's who she is, not because of a trance she put over them.

A man by the bar on her right hand side was letting himself look her freely up and down. She popped out her hip and dipped her chest a bit so he could get a better look before popping the olive from her drink in her mouth and rolling it around on her tongue sensually. He looked as though he were going to burst. Too eager, she thought, changing her mind. When she saw him hop out of his seat to come speak to her, she held out of finger and rocked it back and forth, telling him no. Leaving him with a wink, Bryn turned on her 4-inch heels and walked deeper into the club.

Everyone she laid eyes on was too similar to others. Perhaps she had been shopping here for too long. Maybe she'd need to find another hunting ground. As she downed the rest of her martini, no sooner had the glass in her hand been emptied than a full one was being held out for her to take. She did so willingly, prodding the olive with her tongue seductively as she made eyes at Eric, the bartender from before.

"Can we go dance?" A voice said behind her. Brynlee had completely forgotten her mostly silent minions were still following her.

Waving a hand at them, Brynlee nodded, "Yes, go ahead." After one last look around at the bars and finishing off her second drink within ten minutes, she decided that dancing sounded like a great idea. She hadn't laid eyes on anyone interesting out here yet; except perhaps... Her eyes found the man who had been too eager before. He was still watching her lazily, but she wasn't looking for him. Yes, the white-blonde boy beside him. He looked new. He looked interesting. Perhaps he would be her play thing for the night.

The dancefloor was easily within his view, so she grabbed the girls she'd shown up with and told them where she wanted to dance. Directly in his line of sight. She swayed to the rhythm of the new age pop that was playing and it wasn't long before someone came up behind her. She moved against him, feeling him harden, but all the while her eyes where fixed on the mysterious boy. She bit her bottom lip as the man behind her ran his hand down her thigh and around the inside of it, massaging her leg. With one of her free hands, she draped it back around the man's neck and used his weight to pull herself even closer to him. Still, her eyes didn't leave the boy.

In her experience, this was an extreme fucking turn on. Even for her. As she continued to move against whoever was behind her, her eyes never left the boy at the bar.

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Nora continued to jog, by now her headphones were back in and she wasn't too focused on what was going on outside of her little bubble. So when a random stranger appeared in the middle of her path she nearly had run directly into him. He took her completely by surprise, no one ever jogged this path so late at night. She skidded to a halt about five feet from the man removing one of her headphones. She realized that she hadn't noticed him because he smelled different than any human she had ever met, almost sickeningly sweet. Her claws itched to come out of her fingertips, as she took a cautious step backwards away from him.

"A little deeper into the woods than allowed, aren't we?"
Alarm bells were going off in her head, and it felt like her wolf was begging to be let out, something wasn't right about him. She raised an eyebrow trying to steady her breathing after all she had been on a jog, "I could ask you the same question". What was he doing out here so late as well? "I didn't think anyone owned this trail" She took a careful step forward, "If you could just let me through, I can be on my way and out of your hair". At the moment she felt like any logical solution to this was just getting the hell out of here, but the man was blocking her path. The mixed amount of nervousness and worry, made her clench her fists slightly, she could feel the tips of her claws poking into her palm as they tried to come out. Nora tried to slow down, and focus her breathing, she couldn't lose control of herself. If he was human, but why wouldn't he be? She couldn't risk revealing herself to any human, she'd already learned her lesson from an incident in the past.


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alistair bishop
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Alistair had begun to give up hope for the night as his eyes rather lazily scanned the bar. A few newbies, and a bunch of the same. He sighed, sipping carefully from his drink, ready to get up and leave when his eyes caught someone he had never seen before. His eyes scanned her up and down as he soaked in the blonde, she was beautiful, alluring, and he knew instantly that she was the one for the night. He watched her eyes scan the bar until they landed directly on him, he held her gaze intently, a slight smirk appearing on his face.

However, he wasn’t prepared for what she did next. Most girls he targeted became shy, flirty, and were almost always submissive. This girl, seemed different. He watched her saunter to the dance floor, her body moving rather hypnotically, her eyes still trained on him. He wasn’t surprised when a man moved in to dance behind her, she was the most beautiful girl out on the floor. He leaned back against the bar, and sipped casually on his drink, a lazy smirk on his face, as he watched the show she put on before him. She knew exactly what she was doing, the way she held eye contact with him, the way she moved her hips rather deliciously. She was toying with him.

Alistair was the one used to watching the girls crawl towards him but never had the tables turned on him. Normally he would find a situation like this annoying, but something about her made him excited. After a while of watching her dance, he was getting annoyed at her teasing. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and he knew she was waiting for him to cave in. Normally he would’ve poked and prodded, but he was itching to be the man dancing with her instead of the one waiting for her.

He pushed off from the bar, everything he did was with such casual grace. Even though he would give into her tantalizing game he wasn’t going to act a fool. He approached the two, and muttered under his breath slightly, a simple spell, confusion. The man blinked slowly, before pulling away from her as he suddenly realized he had left car door unlocked, and hurried out the door. Alistair smirked as he approached the girl, reaching out to tuck a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on her neck for a moment. His eyes lazily followed his hand as he moved it from her down to rest on her waist. He flicked his gaze back up to hers and rather smoothly in a moment, spun her so that her back was now to him and he found himself in the same position as the man. He dipped his head to whisper in her ear, ”You have to be careful about moving your body like that in here-“
his lips brushed against her neck ever so lightly, ”it’s going to get you in trouble.

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Dallas McPherson
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The girl had stopped abruptly in front of him and she was breathing hard. Dallas hadn't meant to frighten her much, he'd assumed she would be paying attention and would have seen him several meters back. Her mind had obviously been fixed elsewhere until she was right upon him. She replied breathily, "I could ask you the same question. I didn't think anyone owned this trail."

Dallas' eyebrow raised slightly at the last half of her comment, she had a bit of an attitude on her. Although, he reckoned she deserved one as it was after midnight and he had come out of no where, frightening her. A gust of wind hit them, rustling the trees and his hair, and he got a whiff of the stranger in front of him. He straightened up, pushing himself off the rock he had been resting against. There was something about this girl that wasn't completely...human. He couldn't help but crinkle his nose up slightly at the smell. It reminded him of wet dog. Eyes widening slightly, thoughts flickered through his mind. There were stories of...but no, there was no way.

She spoke again, "If you could just let me through, I can be on my way and out of your hair.". She had taken a step closer to him and he noticed that her hands were clenched and trembling.

"I didn't mean to frighten you, only to ask you to run on the designated trail. There are - uh, animals - within the forest this late at night." His eyes betrayed him by glancing deeper into the trees where he was hoping Brooks had listened to him and was at home.






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Brynlee Madison
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Brynlee was enjoying the way the man behind her felt even if she was craving it to be someone else. Her eyes hadn't left the white-blonde haired boy who was watching her, smirking and sipping his drink. He was clearly enjoying the show almost as much as she was.

It didn't take too long of her tantalizing to get him out of his seat. As he made his way towards her, she leaned farther back into the man behind her, continuing to tease the boy who was almost in front of her. His lips moved quickly, muttering inaudible words, and Bryn caught herself from stumbling backwards as the weight behind her shifted. A smirk turned a corner of her mouth upwards, her plan had worked.

He tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and she bit her bottom lip at the contact. Her eyes were still on his and she had raised an eyebrow in challenge as he lazily let his hand fall down her body, landing on her waist. Bryn was about to move up against him, to press her chest to his, when in one rather graceful movement he spun her around, pressing himself to her.

The song had changed and she had picked up on the beat quickly, swiveling her hips deeply against him. She had been in the process of running her hands down his thighs when suddenly the boy's lips were at her ear whispering, ”You have to be careful about moving your body like that in here-“ His lips brushed her neck sensually and she leaned her head to the side, allowing him easier access. "it's going to get you in trouble."

His touch and words had sent shivers up her spine. She laced her arm around his neck, tangled her fingers in his hair, and leaned back against him, pulling his head down just enough so her lips were at his ear. "Maybe trouble -" Bryn took his earlobe in her mouth and dragged her teeth down along it teasingly, "- is exactly where I want to be."

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Dallas McPherson
{vampire - #32A9C1 - outfit}

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”Look, I appreciate your need to help a ‘damsel in distress’ but I’m more than capable of fending off a raccoon”

Dallas was almost wishing he'd never even bothered to warn her because he'd gotten cheek from her twice now. He could tell she was getting irritate and when she took a step forward, the smell made him take an instinctual step backwards. She had already glanced his face in the moonlight, though, and the way she bristled, he assumed she'd seen his eyes.

”I- I’m just going to go back the way I came. Thanks for the warning.” As she walked away from him quickly, he sighed. At least she wasn't going further into the woods.

As he slumped back against the rock behind him, he let out an obligatory breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.

"Who was that?" A voice from the shadows started Dallas, making him jump.

"BROOKS." He roared, spinning towards the trees, the rage palpable. "I told you to go home!" Started off towards the trees, he reached where his brother was hiding and grabbed his collar. Then he started dragging him back in the direction of the house.

Brooks jerked himself out of his older brother's grasp and straightened his shirt. "She was pretty. Why did you lead her away from the woods? I bet she would have been tasty." He licked his lips and glanced back in the direction that they had left.

Smacking the back of Brooks' head, Dallas scoffed, "You must have me mistaken for a different brother." Rolling his eyes, the face of the girl he'd just encountered flashed back into his braing. She had been rather pretty.






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Brynlee Madison
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His groan was like music to her ears and she instinctually squeezed her legs together, feeling her own heat that increased further when he sucked on a sensitive spot of skin. Bryn pushed herself back against him and rolled her head to the side, exposing her skin to him, and moaned. "Well if trouble's what you're looking for, you’ve found it sweetheart.”

This was so thrilling and sensual. The boy could hold his own against her and that was something Brynlee wasn't used to but that she was enjoying immensely. She was ready to get him alone and away from the other eyes that had been scanning him on the dance floor. She spun in his arms and set one hand on his chest, playing with the top of his t-shirt and letting her fingers graze his bare skin, while the other twitsted into his hair once more. Pushing her hips forward, she rocked side to side so that he was being massaged. Brynlee raised an eyebrow as she watched his reaction to this as she spoke, "Did you want to get out of he-" She broke off as her eyes landed on a younger boy whose unusual hair color matched the one in front of her.

The boy was walking towards them and had caught Bryn's eye. She slowed her movement against the man in front of her and cocked an eyebrow questioningly at the figure that was growing closer to them.