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Post by Jarrod on Nov 21, 2007 16:02:30 GMT -5
He nodded, not trusting his voice to come if he tried to speak. Jarrod tried to work past the lump in his throat. It was just a silly parrot, why all this fuss? But he knew that it was more than that. Marvin was really the only one who had been with him all this time. Jarrod? He heard the squawk come from behind and forced himself to not look at Namir, to not think about it. Marco was just keeping him until he came back, he tried to tell himself. But Jarrod had a feeling that there would be no coming back. Marvin would be happy here; all the moving around Jarrod would do wouldn't be good for him. But still he wished there were another way. Forcing the thoughts from his mind, Jarrod smiled weakly at Namir. "What do you want to do now? Are you hungry? Or do you want to get some clothes?"
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 21, 2007 16:11:10 GMT -5
That weak smile tore her heart out.. Namir almost wanted to cry. If nothing else, they would come back for Marvin as soon as they could.. She knew it was unlikely, it wasn't healthy for him to move around with them, their lifestyles wouldn't work together to be able to keep it. Things would have to settle down eventually wouldn't they? Namir rubbed his back and patted it, smiling back a little more encouragingly. "I would understand if you wanted to go home, I think I can manage in this until I get back home." She leaned up on her tiptoes to reach his cheek and kissed it gently. "I don't need anything else for now."
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 21, 2007 21:11:37 GMT -5
Straightening his back and pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he smiled again, a bit stronger this time, and said, "No, you need proper clothes; not man stuff. C'mon, I'll be fine." And within time, Jarrod would be. After all, Marvin was safe, with someone who would take good care of him, and alive. If he had died it would be a different story. Taking Namir's hand, he gazed into her eyes. "But thanks," he continued softly, "for caring. I know you and Marvin didn't always get along." The small gestures she made to comfort him just made him love her even more. And so it was that Jarrod couldn't resist kissing her full on the lips in the middle of the street.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 21, 2007 21:23:29 GMT -5
Namir kissed him back and held him close to her. "Man stuff is comfortable though, I can see how you guys do it." Playfully she smacked his a*s, grinning big as to cheer him up. "Come on, I promise I won't take long, then we can go back home. Torture should only last for so long." A store was just two doors down that looked to be dipped in color, there were spinning blown glass trinkets outside that matched the same vibrant hippie feel as the rest of the store. Namir tugged Jarrod along behind her as she ducked in through the door. She picked up this silky navy sleeveless top that dipped low in the front and was accented by soft lace that matched the shirt. Next she moved on to the jeans and picked a pair of dark flare jeans that hugged her thighs and a*s. To move things along she went up to the counter, picked up a pair of earrings to match, and motioned to Jarrod. "Told you it'd be quick and painless."
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 22, 2007 21:52:10 GMT -5
Following the intrepid Namir, he sighed as they entered the store. He avoided this store; too girly. And now he stood inside. Jarrod looked a bit awkward, his six foot two frame looming among the blouses and capris. And he felt awkward as well, watching his girlfriend shop for clothes after she had lost them because they were a bit...preoccupied. Oh well. He had the feeling that she really didn't mind. And neither did he. Jarrod had begun to adjust slightly to Namir's open nature, though he was still surprised by her. Surprises were nice, he reflected. Paying for her clothes quickly, he exited the store as if it were on fire. "Air!" he exhulted, breathing deeply.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 22, 2007 22:06:37 GMT -5
Namir grabbed the bag off the counter, and raced after Jarrod. She giggled at him as he burst out. "I'm sorry... Well at least its over now. Would you prefer somewhere more manly? Or prefer to go home..?" With this Namir came closer, standing in front of him only centimeters away and dragging a finger slowly down his chest. Her stare bore into his eyes. "Its up to you." Never before had she acted like this, and she felt it wouldn't be unfamiliar. Namir loved Jarrod with all her heart, and she didn't care if she came on to him in the middle of the street or in front of a crowd full of people, to her it was just the two of them standing there.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 23, 2007 22:22:18 GMT -5
About to reply, Jarrod found himself speechless, intoxicated with her gaze, her face, everything about her. He hoped he never got used to it. Her touch sent a tingle up his spine, numbing his thoughts. The world around them seemed to fade, and he found himself just wanting to be with her. Leaning down, he let a hand run through her ebony curls as he kissed her lovingly. After a few timeless moments, he drew away, his green eyes soft as he looked down. "I'm ready to go home if you are, gorgeous," Jarrod assented, his voice slightly husky. He would go anywhere she did, even back into that girl store, as long as he could just look at Namir, just be around her.
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Post by Auron on Nov 24, 2007 15:16:16 GMT -5
Auron had just stepped off the plane practically when he arrived at Jarrod and Namir's shack off the coast of Buenos Aires. The quaint little shack rested a little past the dunes, and by the smell of it, the wolves weren't there. With a wicked smile, Auron lit the cigarette that was between his lips. He would just have to wait. Pete's body was now occupying the demon that originally occupied Namir's fiance, Auron. Over the past month he'd occupied three bodies. At this rate I'll be moving on up to the vampire king by Christmas. Power became his master now, he could feel it gaining every time he occupied a new body, but what would give him his ultimate power he knew, would be to be placed in thrall with Namir. Not only did he just want Namir back for his own selfish reasons, but because he needed her. Auron threw open the door with a bang. Pete's form emerged in the door way, an unfamiliar scowl occupying the usually happy face. The place smelled of sex, Auron scowled and wrinkled his nose up in disgust. Now it was definite that Jarrod had to die, he took another thing that belonged to him, Namir's virginity. Dishes were scattered about the table, but it didn't look like his little psychic had been checking up on his thoughts lately, it didn't look like they'd rushed out. They'd be back, he knew. Auron sank down in the chair, and threw down his cigarette that he had already burnt up he wasn't paying attention to it when he walked in. He shook another cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and popped it in his mouth, with another scowl he lit it. Auron took a few drags, and mulled over his plan for tonight. Patience.. he thought, "All I have to do is wait for them to get here, and I'll have what I want in a matter of hours."
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Post by Pete on Nov 24, 2007 17:30:45 GMT -5
He was a prisoner in his own body, somehow when Auron was killed, the demon took control. It fed off of his anger, delving into his memories searching for the girl. Namir. She was the objective; capture the girl. The voice commanded him. He would steal her back just as he silenced the pastor. He had no say in the matter, Auron's commands had to be exacted. It was as if he were sleepwalking.
He stepped off the plane and took a deep breath of the ocean air before the cigarette entered his mouth, filling his lungs with smoke. There was a moment of protest before his will was stifled by the demon. He only hoped that by the time he and the demon arrived, Namir and Jarrod would be long gone. Who knows what Auron could do with his body, especially with the evil power that now flowed through his veins. A few minutes of walking and they found the beach. And Jarrod's shack. A few sniffs revealed they were not here. The demon was not happy, images of what was to be done to the couple flowed through his mind. Jarrod was to be eliminated. There was no objection, slowly but surely he was being subdued by the demon. I will have MY Namir.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 25, 2007 0:50:18 GMT -5
Namir could barely hold back from breaking into a run and dragging Jarrod back to their shack right at this second and having her way with him. She smiled to herself at thoughts of Jarrod. Twisting her fingers in his, she started in the direction of their home. **** Namir left on her boots as they trodded across the sand. It was after dark and the crabs would be emerging soon if they hadn't already. Jarrod's clothes were in the bag that she carried at her side, and she now wore her newly purchased items. To tell the truth, they were a little nicer than what Namir would normally wear, but Jarrod wasn't a normal guy and he deserved the best of her even if that meant dressing up a little for him. The crash of the waves was in the background as she pulled open the door to the shack and flipped on the light. Without paying attention to her surroundings she dropped her bag behind the door, and slowly turned around, the smell was strange, yet familiar. Namir's brows were knitted together in confusion, cigarette smoke? Neither of the couple smoked, so it was an odd odor to occupy their home. "Jarrod..?" Namir saw the figure sitting in the chair, and her heart soared. "PETE!! I can't believe it!" she shouted all of her joy emoting through her tone. She wanted to throw her arms around her old friend in an embrace but he was sitting, and that prevented that.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 25, 2007 1:13:41 GMT -5
Jarrod smiled to himself as she practically dragged him towards the house. Someone was excited, that was for sure. And he looked forward to whatever she had planned.
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Entering the house, Jarrod sensed and smelt a new person here. Cigarette smoke hung strongly in the air, and he wrinkled his nose a bit. He never smoked himself; he preferred not to coat his lungs with tar. Then he saw what Namir saw. He was surprised to see the younger boy, that was for sure, but happy nonetheless. "Hey Pete!" Jarrod exclaimed happily, flashing him a grin, "Haven't seen you in a while! What brings you over?" Namir was certainly happy to see him, and Jarrod couldn't help but feel a small twinge of jealousy. That was soon suppressed with thoughts of the night before, and knowledge that the two were only friends. But still he slipped his hand around Namir's, putting an arm around her waist. Something was different about Pete; a different air about him. Jarrod was a perceptive person, and he sensed that something was a bit amiss. But he kept his thoughts to himself. He was happy that Namir was so overjoyed to see him.
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Post by Pete on Nov 25, 2007 2:16:46 GMT -5
They had arrived. The faint smell of lavender flowed through the air. It gave Pete a reason to fight the demon. Auron, with Pete's body, would kill both Namir and Jarrod. He had to warn them. He mustered all of his remaining strength, reaching out to the other lycans. Run now! Get out of her-- Icy pain erupted from the back of his head as Auron intercepted the message. Fool! Try that again and she dies painfully!
He stood to his feet as they entered through the door, his deadened gray eyes fixated on the target. He spat on Jarrod's feet. "Filthy son of a b*tch... you'll regret laying hands on MY Namir..." His voice and Auron's spoke in unison. "Stand aside and I won't force you to watch her die." He said. He withdrew his hands from his pockets, the dark incantations lighting his fists with demonic flames. "You look surprised Jarrod... did you really think you could kill me?" His voice boomed, an evil grin occupying the once friendly face. "He thought he could kill me too. " He stepped towards the couple. "Nobody can kill me... you all die here..."
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 25, 2007 11:36:36 GMT -5
Jarrod backed away at the vehemence in Pete's eyes. But they were not Pete's eyes. The cloudless blue had been replaced with a stormy gray. Pete spoke, and Jarrod looked around nervously. "Haha Pete, joke's over. Stop it," he chuckled a bit nervously. But the weak laughter died on his lips as he saw what Pete had become. Auron... Jarrod had killed the body, but obviously the demon was still here. And it was in Pete. His knife, his constant companion, was instantly in his hand. Jarrod stepped in front of Namir, his protective nature rising strong. Sure, Namir could fight for herself. It was one of the many things he loved about her. But she shouldn't have to. And this demon wanted both of them dead. But the as the two blonde men faced off, Jarrod was nowhere near backing down. His mind raced through the options. He couldn't kill Pete, that was for sure. Even if he did, the demon would just move to someone else. Probably either he or Namir, considering they were the closest. Jarrod wondered if the fact that he had been baptised would help him any. Pushing down the panic and fear, Jarrod straightened, his head reaching a few inches above the younger boy. A confident smile played across his face. "Well, Auron you're just like a slimy, germ-infested cockroach, aren't you? You won't die and you're too cowardly to show your face in the light. Probably a good thing, since the sight of that would be enough to break all my windows. And I really don't want to buy new ones," Jarrod said, staring down the Pete demon. A bit unnerving, but the unnatural eyes and demon hand flames helped.
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Post by Auron on Nov 25, 2007 13:20:35 GMT -5
Auron took a final drag off his cigarette and threw it on the floor and stepped on it. "So I guess we have some business to cover," Auron commented darkly. "How nice it is to see you, darling. You look radiant as ever." Pete was putting up a struggle to let Auron stay in his body, it was a futile attempt. The boy could no more eject the demon from his own body than rip the sword from the stone. Auron didn't normally smoke, but whatever could torture Pete a little more delighted him, and he fed on his frustration as the tar filled the young boys lungs. In his pocket rested an athame, ashes from the building that was burned and a couple crushed, dead flowers from their wedding garden in a vile. Jarrod stepped up to him, and he smiled at his attempt to protect their not so delicate flower. Auron pulled the athame from his pocket to wield against Jarrod. He stepped fast to charge Jarrod aiming at his stomach, loving the look that his face would have at killing his friend. The misery would be delicious. Before he made contact and was sure that Pete couldn't totally backfire his movement, he lept from Pete's body. The black demon appeared at Jarrod's feet in a flash and skittered with a sickly grin to Namir. He dug his nails into her as he scaled her curves, when the little demon met her hand he traced the pentagram scar in her left hand letting the venom from his nails seep into the tissue. Before Namir had a chance to react he dove into her chest and took her over. Hello, darling. It's been a while. he echoed into her head.
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Post by Jarrod on Nov 25, 2007 13:40:53 GMT -5
Jarrod had just enough time to flex his muscles before Pete's fist hit home. He felt the breath driven out of him, and stepped back a few paces. Flowing with the momentum, he swung around, bringing his fist around to Pete's temple. He didn't want to kill him, and he would avoid it at all costs, but if Pete's body was endangering Namir's life, Jarrod would have little choice. But hopefully the blow to his temple would knock him out. It was a solid punch, and Jarrod threw his whole body weight behind it, so that was almost 200 pounds of force to Pete's head. He kept the knife away, not wanting to cut the boy. He vaguely felt something dark and cold at his feet, but in the heat of the moment barely noticed. His attention was on defeating Pete. Maybe they could get the demon out while he was unconscious. There was little hope of that, but a little hope was all Jarrod needed. That slimy Auron would torment them no longer if Jarrod had his say. As his fist moved to connect with Pete's skull, Jarrod also brought up his knee to Pete's lower abdomen. If he wasn't unconscious yet, he would be soon.
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