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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 0:41:32 GMT -5
No one lived as long as Calcifer had, and ran with the kind of people Calcifer did and not hear about Vince Delano. And how completely untouchable he was. For a while, Cal had had the fabled mummy on his list of People To Get Just to Show he Could, but somehow it had always slipped his mind when he'd had a free moment to do it. It wasn't because he was scared.
No. Not him. Never.
Except now the rumor on the streets, coming mostly from the League of Shadow workers was that he'd softened up. And of course, it was blamed on a woman. This he could work with. It hadn't been hard to find the Circus, he'd driven, but parked a good distance away to keep his car safe should he incur the wrath of the mummy.
His plan was pretty freaking simple, but it would snowball all on it's own. Sure it was a little cruel to mess with people just because he could. But it was his nature. He himself could hardly be blamed.
The moment he stepped onto Circus ground he could sense the two people living there, their temptations, their secret desires, but even more importantly, their distance. The woman was in a completely different tent, doing he really didn't care what, as long as at some point he walked in.
He also shifted. His hair became longer and a garish, vibrant red. His skin took on a sickly tinge and he grew a set of hips and a chest. Not bad.
It wasn't as weird as it seemed. Cal didn't feel like he was cross dressing or anything, for in truth he was only a male by choice. The Devil didn't actually have a gender. He could have as easily been Callie.
S/he slide into the largest tent and blinked. The place was a lot more complex than it looked. Cal tried to follow the little ball of desires in his mind that represented Vince and happened upon the mummy who was in what appeared to be a bedroom. He didn't look so mummyish, either. This might be more fun than he'd thought. He'd been expecting a decaying sack of bandage.
"Vinnce." He purred, deliberately coquettish. Although the woman's voice curled around it a bit awkwardly, like it wasn't used to trying to be cute.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 10, 2008 0:49:50 GMT -5
It was true; Vince spent the majority of his time as a Pharaoh now than a mummy. Minus the use of bandages, he found he didn't mind so much.
It was a rare time when Vince wasn't working, with Mary, or with the "family." For a Nightmare that thrived on being alone, this was less than ideal settings, and he didn't appreciate being interrupted.
He glanced up from the book he was reading, his whiskey-colored eyes narrowing at her coy tone. She never played the 'feminine wiles' card, unless she was deliberately trying to annoy him. "What?"
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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 0:57:32 GMT -5
Geeze. What on earth did the woman see in him? Cal approached and took Vince's face in her hands. He could feel that this Mary was indeed one of his few temptations, but he certainly wasn't acting like it. Leaning over, Cal planted Mary's lips on Vince's and kissed him, hard. "Nothing." She whispered, "Stop reading."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 10, 2008 1:03:35 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow at her demanding tone, but didn't say anything. That kiss had knocked loose a few bolts of resolution to be alone. And who was he kidding? A book couldn't compete with Mary.
"It's a good book," he said, defying his words by snagging her waist and pulling her onto his lap.
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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 1:14:31 GMT -5
Ah, so this was what she saw in him. And the man was a veritable iron fortress, with perhaps a handful of kinks. This happened to be one of them. She twisted to straddle him and snake her arms around his neck. It wasn't like Cal could've held up in a conversation with him anyways, he knew next to nothing of him and it would've seemed mighty suspicious.
Their lips met again, but Cal kept his eyes open, waiting for Vince to become completely distracted so he could pull this off. It was hardly messing with a person to make out with them a bit.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 10, 2008 1:30:01 GMT -5
Something felt… different. Not bad, necessarily, but Vince thought he knew Mary’s lips and how they acted fairly well. The kiss was lacking… Mary. Her style, her way.
Still, his body was very attracted to her body, and didn’t care if his mind thought something might be off. Besides, what was he going to do? Pull her off and say, ‘You’re kissing me wrong.’?
His naturally rigid posture slowly relaxed beneath the warmth of the kiss, his hands still on her waist.
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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 1:37:50 GMT -5
She slid plain white t-shirt over her head, breaking away for only a second and returning with increased fervor. Cal needed Vince completely gone for what came next. He could feel the real Mary approaching the tent, and so slowly, ever so slowly so Vince wouldn't notice, Cal shifted into a different woman. More slender, darker, with black curls and a stunning face.
His timing was perfect, because just as the last traces of red disappeared from his new hair, she came into the room.
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Mary at first, couldn't believe was she was seeing. Vince thoroughly enjoying a kiss from a half-naked woman on his lap. She felt like she'd been punched in the stomach. Her back straightened, her chin tilted upwards and she coughed loudly, trying hard not to spring on the woman, yank her back by those lovely, healthy-looking curls and infect that gorgeous skin until it curled liked burned paper and fell off.
Her vision tainted red. What made it so much worse was that Vince had known she was here, would be back any second, and he didn't seem to at all care.
"Sorry to interrupt." She hissed.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 10, 2008 1:47:42 GMT -5
Vince jerked back to his senses hearing Mary’s voice… from the doorway. He opened his eyes and saw first the dark-haired woman on top of him (earning her a rare expression of utter shock) and then his gaze flicked back to Mary. Shit.
He didn’t doubt his sanity, and he was far from stupid. This had been planned.
He’d get back to Mary in a moment, if she’d even listen to him. Eyes as red and glowing and dangerous as a set of burning coals fixed on the dark-haired woman. Every muscle in his body went as rigid as stone as he tried to reign in his fury. Two seconds. She had two seconds, and then he would kill her. Slowly.
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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 1:59:10 GMT -5
And like usual, he didn't even utter a word. He just sat there staring intently at the woman. She gave a noise of disgust and gripped a fistful of the woman's hair, yanking back hard. "Get, whore." She spat.
Cal winced and wondered not for the first time why women liked long hair. He put a hand to his scalp to ease the pressure and grinned up at Mary when he staggered to his feet after sliding off Vince's lap. "What?" She purred with a heavy Egyptian accent. "You think he'd take you over me? Look at you. You are so plain."
Mary had to admit getting a close look at the woman sent an even worse pang of jealousy through her. The woman was positively gorgeous and fit nicely next to Vince. Mary looked a bit like a thick oaf next to her. She stroked the woman's face and was utterly surprised when she snatched her fingers with almost crushing force and laughed.
"Oh honey, I've already got every disease in the book."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 10, 2008 2:12:44 GMT -5
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so furious over something. The rumors were right. Mary had tamed him (somewhat). It was fitting that Mary would have to be involved to bring out his old self. He knew he wouldn’t hesitate a moment to kill the woman, no regrets, no guilt. The thought of watching the light leave the eyes of the cause of Mary’s pain gave him a soul-deep satisfaction.
How quickly old lusts return.
He pushed himself between Mary and the Egyptian woman, taking the latter’s arm and yanking her from the room. “I’ll give you one chance to explain yourself,” he said in deceptively smooth voice, almost like a purr, “and that will decide how painless your death will be.”
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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 2:20:32 GMT -5
Mary watched them leave. Vince didn't look to pleased, but he still hadn't said a word to her. Besides, why in the world would he be mad at the woman? She flexed her fingers, puzzled at the small woman's strength, before the implications of what happened sank in. Centuries. The pain they'd gone through to get to this point. The decades upon decades it had taken to get this close to him. And he threw it all away for one little slut. Her knees buckled and she was simply lucky she was next to a bed. She pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her scream and then her sobs.
After a moment though, anger washed over her.
Her eyes fell on the book he'd probably been only pretending to read while he waited for her to be far enough away so he could sneak in his floozy. It certainly hadn't taken him too long to get comfortable with her. Maybe it was just Mary he'd needed so very long to even bring himself to be able to touch. All her life people had been afraid to touch her, but Vince hadn't been scared by her diseases. Or maybe he'd just hidden it. He'd told her it was touching in general he didn't like. She could see what bullshit that was now.
The book in hand, she ripped page after page out of it, and then launched the empty binding at the wall before looking for something else she could destroy. ---
With Mary out of the room it was safe to shift back to his usual form. Except this Cal was even taller, broader, and somehow innately more threatening. "What excuse do you want?" He said, in Mary's voice. "I wanted to screw with you." In the Egyptian's accent, "You're quite famous for being untouchable. I like to prove these kinds of things wrong." In his own voice that was also suddenly deeper and somehow sulfuric. "It took me all of ten minutes. Weakling."
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 10, 2008 16:23:35 GMT -5
Vince's hands shook as he slowly clenched them into fists. An icy fury ripped its way through his and a low snarl tore from his throat.
It wasn't just the insult of being victimized by the ploy, but that this arrogant, rotting pit of a Nightmare didn't even have proper motive.
His eyes glowed ruby red. The ground cracked, straining with the souls of the undead, anxious to unleash their restless suffering on someone. With no small amount of effort, Vince managed to keep the curse at bay, but his hand lashed out and seized Calcifer's throat in an iron grip.
He was shaking with restraint. "Try and defend yourself," said the cold voice of a since buried Pharaoh. "So I can play with you first."
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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 16:33:33 GMT -5
Mary paused in the middle of throwing more pages onto the growing pile by her feet. Had Vince seen her destroying his precious books? It would explain the sudden tremor through the circus that put her on alert. But when she looked around Vince was no where to be seen. She stopped however, letting the last half-ruined book drop back on his desk. She didn't want to die.
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Ahah! This was perfection. He could almost see the civilized flee Vince, it was in the voice, the eyes. Whatever good Mary has inspired in him had fled. He waited until he was sure his neck would be bruised before his skin became hot enough to make skin bubble.
"I love games." He rasped with a grin.
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Post by Miss Jack on Dec 10, 2008 16:44:14 GMT -5
His hand burned, but he hardly felt the pain. He threw Calcifer to the ground and half a dozen Anubis warriors sprung from the ground to catch him.
Vince felt outside of himself. His vision was red, but his face kept a deliberate calm, a horrible, almost pleasant curve to his set mouth. This was an old comfort.
He couldn't be sure how powerful Calcifer really was. The armies of the curse would wound him to the point of death, but the final blow he would reserve for himself.
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Post by Jules on Dec 10, 2008 16:52:55 GMT -5
The Anubis covered Cal almost completely, but what threw them off was not Cal. It was the quintessential picture of the devil. Thick, powerful upper body leading into goat's legs, if goats where the size of tigers. Red skin, large, clawed, membranous wings, and huge horns. Standing up, he was almost ten feet tall. But the moment the Anubis were off him and didn't look like they would be getting back up, the form shriveled and shrank into the dark woman again, because Mary was too close.
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When she found them, she was appalled. Why was Vince so angry at the woman? It didn't make any sense. And even if the woman was an inexcusable slut, she didn't really deserve to be ripped to pieces by the undead. She didn't want to touch Vince, but she did anyways. He'd always been so susceptible to African Sleeping Sickness.
Her eyes, glassy and cold, shifted to the battered looking woman. "I suggest you run." She said coldly.
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