a kiss can be deadly if you mean it/Sam

[DESDEMONA BELLADONNA AVERY]

It was a few minutes after dusk when a tall slender figure emerged from an apartment building right in the center of the thriving city known as Port Angeles. The figure was known as Desdemona Avery. She just moved in a week ago and was renting a ‘bachelorette pad’ temporarily. She never stayed in the same place for more than a few months if that. She didn’t want to draw to much attention to herself with the humans tenants. Desdemona did feed quite a lot, possibly 2-3 humans a day and she also just loved to kill people. Mostly men, she would toy with them screw them and then kill them. If they were extraordinary in the bedroom then she might just keep them around just a little bit longer. Mona didn’t just pick any old human bum to feed on, oh no they had to have class and expensive taste.

You could hear her silver colored Jimmy Choo stilettos hit the pavement as she rounded the corner. Her dark washed skinny jeans hugged every curve and looked fabulous when paired with the silver stilettos. Of course her hardened pale skin stuck out like a sore thumb when paired with dark colors but there was nothing she could do about that. Perhaps a spray tan? But honestly how long would that last. She sighed and shook her head at the thought. Her long blonde hair which was neatly groomed pin straight blew with the random gust of wind. She shoved her hands in her pockets and glanced around with her flaming ruby eyes. She wasn’t extremely hungry yet but she was getting there. “What to do what to do?!” she snickered.

Her gaze fell on the movie theater, not in the mood for a movie. Mona walked further down the street until she came to Gottschalks. Desdemona was a fashionista and a shopaholic; she had everything and a few things that haven’t come out yet from famous designers. She eyed the window for a few seconds before walking away...

”I have everything I like from that store and they’re not getting a new shipment until Monday...This town is so boring!” Miss Avery hissed.

Now when she was bored she tended to like to go kill someone or something but a bookstore across the street from where she was walking made her push the thought of killing a human to the back of her mind. The best thing besides sex and killing someone was reading a good book.

“Thunderbird and Whale new and used books...Interesting name.."

Looking both ways before crossing the street, a habit she kept from being human she glided across the street and up the steps. Desdemona pushed the glass door open and stepped inside. Glancing over at the cashier who seemed to be staring impolitely she gave a slight wave of the hand as a greeting and slowly made her way around the shelves.

[SAM GARRETT VELVEETA]

Walking along the valleys of La Push took a lot of effort, especially when you wreak of the sea from it's beach. That was what drove Sam to the cute little town of Port Angeles. Sam had always felt that constant need to get away, to get away from the comfort zone. To try to protect himself from the familiar becoming the unfamiliar. The main point of the story was that Sam was protecting others now, saving the families of others, after all he had been through he found that he was finally doing something honourable.

He'd made a nice home for himself in La Push, there were women he was interested in that he could flirt with while accepting that the demanding pressures of his job meant that it would never lead to something more. Plus any other gorgeous women that came his way. He found he could smile again, he could tell silly jokes again. The healing process from his past was just beginning. He had a lot of friends now, guys and girls, friendly flirts and acquaintences.

He wasn't in Port Angeles looking for women though. An over the top night with a ton of little surprises couldn't be done on such short notice even if he found one. He did accidently hurtle into a woman on the street that glided her hand down his jaw bone when he apologized, but it was a case of 'thanks anyways'. He was standing outside the book store as this occured, in saving face by not walking the same way he decided to have a look around.

[DESDEMONA BELLADONNA AVERY]

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[SAM GARRETT VELVEETA]

Some people thought one was a lonely number, Sam saw it as a favored positive. Thinking of all the women that oinked at him gave him the toothiest unpredicting grimace. Because of this, he didn't know what to think of the woman he ran into at the store. She looked at him like he was something to eat. Sometimes it made him feel empty inside, cheap, when he responded to advances of women he met - though not technically - on the streets. He could rarely look back on his abusive and traumatic childhood anymore but when he did it made him wonder if he was any better than them. He didn't truly know himself anymore, which made him extremely angry at times. He was never scared to trust people unless they gave him a reason not to though, so he took her hand and admired her beautifully crafted black fingernails. The ice cold touch of her hand made him quiver, she was clearly childless if she had spent that long outdoors.

"Aloha, Desdemona. Are you a book-lover too?" he asked her, slowly departing his fingers from her enticement. He didn't want to procrastinate undiscovered books but if she wanted to make conversation then Sam wouldn't refuse. His hands were bigger, more masculine naturally, also rough. He took a lot of camping trips to the mountains which gave his skin a particular thickness. He could never be boring, excitement and adventure were the things he lived on, but he needed a break from all the kicking and punching of kick boxing once in a while. That was what the books were for. Especially after a hard day at work, the latest scandal that turns out to be a lie really takes a lot out of him mentally.

After a few minutes of getting lost in her eyes he looked over at the counter who was serving instructional dither to some non-diseased transvestite. His smile widened and became silkier, letting out a breath of 'hah' and tried to disarm his eyes from the waltz like walk of the employee. "Nice to see the place isn't high-maintenance" he observed with a smirk, deliberating whether to make it known that he was an inexpressible procollectivist when it came to books. He would wind up leaving with more than he could afford. Maybe not, first because they had only collided and she was perhaps eager to go someplace else, secondly before they had bumped into each other she seemed through with the place. Annoyed even, rolling her deep red eyes at the time.

[DESDEMONA BELLADONNA AVERY]

She noticed him quiver as soon as he took her hand
but since he didn’t suspect anything she just kept her
cool. Mona didn’t think humans knew of the world of
the blood sucking leaches and that was a good thing,
after all who would want to have to work hard for the
food if the humans did in fact know. Miss. Avery
did love a challenge, the thrill of the chase and the
inevitable slow torturous death she would place upon
her prey. Her favorite little game she played was
unfortunately a quick death for them it involved
dangling her prey upside down with their feet tied and
below them would be a rather large antique cast iron tub
with a beautifully done claw foot design. With a quick
slice of the throat from side to side all of the warm blood
would just drip on her and slowly fill the tub, not much
but just enough. Of course she would be nude, what’s the
point of getting in the tub to take a blood bath if you were
dressed? Since she just moved to Port Angeles and didn’t
want to cause suspicions among her neighbors she
limited her ‘bath’ to once a week…for now.

Her focused snap back to the alluring man in front of
her as he started to speak. “Oh yes a big book lover, I
don’t know what I would do without them.” She
laughed softly, moving a piece of hair out of her face
with her now free hand. She wasn’t lying when she said
she didn’t know what she would do without them.
Without reading her day to day life would be for the most
part boring. “What about you Mister..?” Mona
trailed off; she noticed that he didn’t give his name
when she gave hers this was a nonchalant way of asking
again. She didn’t need to know his name but she liked
knowing the name of her next meal. Instead of having
steak she would have whoever. “I do apologize again
for bumping into you, I hope I didn’t hurt you. I was just
on my way to get a bite to eat?” She paused for a
second “Would you care to join me?” a smirk
slowly crept across her glossy lips. You can’t blame a
girl for trying so suddenly to get him out of the store so
she can eat, he just looked so mouthwatering.

[SAM GARRETT VELVEETA]

As she spoke with such charm, grace and elegance Sam felt severely underpolite. "Sam, Sam Velveeta" he took her hand and kissed it hoping to reciprocate her poise. "I hope you don't mind waiting a moment I have to check my schedule" ironically that wasn't a line, he genuinely had to check his schedule. He slipped out his organizer filled with cases, consultations, agreements as to legal advice, assignments situated out of town, court hearings. He had a four o'clock consultation the following day but nothing that could ruin his fun tonight.

He closed his organizer and put it away again. "It seems I'm free" he smiled, wondering if there were many places in Port Angeles to sit down at a restaurant. He had no idea he was her prey. If anything he assumed it was fate intervening when he ran into her. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear "So i would love to join you" he took off his sunglasses and tucked them into his pockets. His skin looked like it was scattered in glue, he has all the tan of a native american descendent but there are also regular patternings of pale skin.

[DESDEMONA BELLADONNA AVERY]

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Velveeta...” Her smile widened, finally he told her his name. If she could blush she would have when he kissed her hand. He was absolute perfection, hopefully he tasted the same. He was very polite and had a certain charm about him. Sam was different then other men she’d been with; including vampires. Usually they would just suggest going back to her place and putting in a few rounds in the sack. The sex addict Mona was happy to oblige. It did however throw her off a little bit when he pulled out his organizer. Never in all of her years did anyone have to check there schedule in order to see if she could be fit in. “No not at all.” She spoke softly; raising a thin brow as he flipped thru it.

She glanced around swiftly before returning her gaze back on him as he continued to fidget with his planner after what felt like an eternity but was only a couple seconds he finally spoke. She gave a slight nod when he said that he was free. Oh goodie for me she thought. Little did he know regardless if he was busy or not in the end he would have no choice but to go and do whatever she wanted him to; as if a feeble human could defeat a vampire in any way shape or form? Her smile quickly changed into a seductive smirk as she felt his warm breath on her ear. “Excellent then it’s a date..” Desdemona winked and entwined her arm around his. This was going to be an interesting night, she could see it already. “What are you in the mood for Mexican, Italian, Indian? you can pick. I'm new around here so I'm not really sure where anything is. She insinuated the Indian part. Even though her body was yearning to feed she did her best to suppress the feeling. Sam was an interesting person and she wanted to get to know him more. That was rare for Mona; wanting to take the time to get to know a mere moral.

Rare but not unheard of, a few decades ago Miss. Avery fell head over heels for a certain Roberto Bellastraci. He was a human that she met at a party one night. After they fooled around he was surprisingly one of the best she ever had so she kept him around longer and longer and the more time she spent with him the more her feelings grew. It wasn’t until she told Roberto about her true nature that everything came spiraling out of control. He was scared and with a flip of the switch he said he was done with their relationship. Being the bitch Desdemona is she took it hard and unfortunately the knowledge he knew about her she had no choice but to kill him. She drained him dry and burned his body; the only good thing that came out of it was that he tasted absolutely delicious. Since that incident Mona swore off falling in love with anyone other then vampires, maybe that was about to change.

She started towards the door, keeping a normal human pace, her arm still wrapped around his. As the door to the bookstore opened a cool draft lifted the scent of her Dior perfume into the air. She slowly breathed in the heavenly scent along with some fresh air. At least the weather seemed to be decent, not a cloud in the sky only billions of stars and a gorgeous orange colored full moon. "The sky's beautiful tonight.." She smiled slightly placing her head on his shoulder as they walked on the sidewalk, she was going to let him lead to a place to eat and mingle after all Mona didn't eat food and didn't really know where the hell she was going.

[SAM GARRETT VELVEETA]

He had to break off a piece of his dentist appointment but other than that he was surprised to find himself absurdly free. He usually had such a busy schedule which left absolutely no time for romance. He was sure he would've cancelled anything he had planned anyway, he wanted to get to know this mystery woman. Sometimes he just didn't know if love was enough, it needed mystery, desire, passion. It needed to be more than a temporary fashionable verse in the summertime that finally made you feel a little happy. Sam tried not to smile too much but not because of lack of emotion - he'd had his wisdom teeth out two days ago. He tried not to look frightening with holes in his mouth. Most people assumed with his exterior that he got into fights all the time and thus lost them that way.

When she admired the sky Sam couldn't help but agree. "I'd rather pick a camping site than a restaurant. How can you fully appreciate the stars in a stuffy restaurant?" he told her as he watched the twinkle behind every star. Obviously he had the money to rent out a camping site but it was about practicality. Having homes to get to. It hadn't bothered him when he'd flown to South Africa for a week though. As they walked Sam interlaced her fingers with him, feeling it more gentleman to hold a woman's hand when she was accompanying you in the streets. Somehow though he didn't feel like he would've had a choice in the matter if she slapped his hand away.

He wanted to make a connection, but wanting to make a connection and making it were two very different things. His big turnround in thinking came when he could feel his excitement building as he wandered the streets, watching out of windows men playing their pool and women playing their patience. Finally they approached the beach that spread all the way to La Push and Sam laid down his coat over the sand to offer Desdemona the chance to sit without worrying about sand getting lodged everywhere. Sam joined her soon after and sat with her in silence. He looked back at the sky again, a little cloudy but still a pretty sight. He slowly breathed in the scent of the sea and felt the fresh air breeze against his head.

[DESDEMONA BELLADONNA AVERY]

Her smirk widened as he changed their destination from a restaurant to a camp site. It didn’t bother her any, where they went but it was less complicated if they went somewhere people free. After all Mona could only hold her thirst for so long without going into an animal type frenzy. Her crimson eyes looked up at him as she spoke in her usual soft flirty tone. “That sounds more pleasurable then a restaurant, lead the way.” Her smirk widened as he made a move for her hand. She let him entwine their fingers; hopefully he didn’t mind the coldness of her hands.

Her eyes strayed from him and wandered around the streets and in people’s windows. Mona was very nose and loved to meddle in other people’s business. It was a good thing she was already dead because curiosity would have killed her a long time ago. There was really nothing interesting going on and no one worth looking at besides Sam. Mona moved a few pieces of stray hair out of her face and tucked them behind her ear. When they reached the beach she took a long breath in, filling her nostrils with the salty scent of the ocean. It smelt heavenly that was one her top three favorite scents the others being blood and books.
Desdemona smiled as he took his jacket off and placed it in the sand for her to sit. That was very gentlemen like. Oh this was getting harder and harder to feed on him. He was just so nice, she just couldn’t go thru with taking his life, but maybe she could give him a longer life she was thinking eternity. Mona felt his warm body slid in next to her. As she waited for him to get comfortable she quickly moved around so that she was sitting in between his legs, her back and head supported by his chest. “That’s more comfortable...” Her gaze floated up into the sky, sure it was a little cloudy but you still could see most of the moon and stars. “So Sam tell me more about yourself.”

[SAM GARRETT VELVEETA]

Wasn't often people asked about himself, he didn't know where to start. "Really? Ok. I'm twenty-two, I'm an attorney, I don't have any parents I was raised by my grandparents, I have a twin brother..." Sam was an open book, there wasn't a lot in his life he wouldn't admit to. "Me and my brother are kind of known as the 'outgoing crazy wierdos of the coast' or something like that, just because we have this obsession for tattoos" he pulled back his sleeve to show her but after looking at his hands he was pretty sure she already noticed it. There weren't many parts of him that didn't have a tattoo but his 'private' areas have never been touched by needle. It was still hard admitting he had no parents but Desdemona gave him a sense of ease.

Behind his honest smile he wondered if she was as nice as she seemed. When she sat herself comfortably between his legs Sam put his arms around her. She was so cold he only hoped she was doing ok in his arms. "So do you do these type of dates often?" he asked her softly, half focused on the night sky and the atmosphere surrounding them.