Joni and David

[Momma Who]

Wednesday Evening: 2/6/2019


Dusk had finally set, the sun was staying up later each day by mere minutes; but two months ago it was dark by 4:30 pm. She hated that, it just meant less sun; though it wasn't as if it mattered much, half the time she slept during the day hours and partied at night. Once her client left, she turned up the volume on the radio and started to clean up her area, sanitizing everything and making sure it everything was good in the back area.



Disturbed's version of The Sound of Silence started to pour out from the speakers in the main waiting area. She was in a pair of jeans and a cozy sweater that hung off one shoulder; her hands came out as if taking some invisible person's hands and her eyes fluttered to a close as she started to dance around, alone, to the melody which rained down from the ceiling.



Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seeds while I was sleeping

And the vision that was planted in my brain

Still remains

Within the sound of silence


She didn't hear the door open, or the bell, not right away, or perhaps he used his silencing powers so she wouldn't hear it, but the eerie feeling of somebody standing before her had her eyes fluttering open, just as she felt his cool hands taking hold of hers, pressing his palms to her own and lancing his fingers with her own. When blue eyes saw him standing there, a slow smile appeared over her lips, those eyes nearly glowed in what could be mistaken as excitement, but then that smile faltered and her eyes narrowed.



David was able to sense and judge her small movements, unlike anybody ever could. Seeing that she was about to pull away by the little things most people wouldn't recognize; such as that step backwards she took, or rather the movement of just her foot lifting to move backwards, and the adjustment of her hips away from him. He released her hand, and wrapped his left arm around her waist, pulling her closer to himself. She had been about to say something, her lips parting just a bit, but then his mouth was against her own. Tenderly kissing her as he used to, it obviously angered her to some degree.



Joni's hands came up, as if she were going to cup him by the jawline, instead, her hands nearly palmed against each side of his face, and without thinking about how hard she was digging in, her nails were drawing blood on his cheekbones before they even dragged down his face, and drag they did, they dragged downwards until she came to his jawline and then hands released from his face. Though those hands didn't remain off of him, they pressed hard against his chest afterwards as she was attempting to pull from that kiss and shove him away from her.

David, as usual, thought this was just another game, or perhaps wanted it to be, either way, he didn't care. He did pull from that kiss, looking her over even as his wounds healed, leaving small traces of blood trickles over his face. So goth. He gave her that devilish little smile, that creepy one most girls would run away from; that smile that dangerous smile that drew her in once, and then he went in for that kiss once again.



This didn't sit well for Joni, as nails dug into his chest through his chest, she pushed against him, though she didn't have anything on his strength. Instead, she bit him on his lower lip, in a not so sexy fashion and ripped her head away from him, leaving him bleeding yet again. . . .



He could feel the rage coming off of her, it was as if it were sweat pouring from her very glands, her hand came up and she slapped him, hard across the face, smearing that blood on his face. You wouldn't think he'd be so amused, but the Brujah was laughing as he released her, his hand coming up to rub at his lip, which was healing but that didn't mean it hadn't hurt in some capacity. He wiped fingers across his lip to remove the blood, drawing his hand away and glancing down at his fingers.


"Aww, what's the matter Kitten?" David took a step towards her once again, "You didn't want to see me again? It's been so long, I thought you'd greet me with more... excitement...." He had reached for her again, but she held her hand up in a stop motion..



"I swear to fucking God" She set her jaw and narrowed her eyes on him in a glare. "I will kill you, David" So she really, honestly, didn't know how to kill him, she wasn't a vampire hunter or anything; but the threat was full of poison anyway. She hadn't seen him in over a year and now he shows up? Who the fuck did he think he was, thinking she'd just drop her life for him. She wanted to spit in his face.



Instead of going for her, he moved to the seat she had behind the counter, sitting back and crossing his ankle over his opposite knee, he found her anger hilarious, his eyes sparkled with amusement at her. "You still wear that" He gestured to a necklace she wore. It hung low and was antique looking, heart shaped.



Joni glanced down at it and plucked it between her fingers looking it over before eyes looked up towards him from under long lashes and then eyes rolled and she laughed, "You fucker, that's because of what it holds in it." She was not going to go into some long explanation of why she picked that particular little snuff necklace for that day. It wasn't a favorite because of him but rather she liked the look of it the best, but telling him that would be frustrating and he wouldn't believe her anyway; it would merely sound like excuses.


"I fuckin' hate you, you need to leave" Joni then moved over to him and went to grab him by the back of the neck, but David caught her hand and squeezed her wrist, standing - he pressed towards her.



Backing her up into the wall nearby, his hand not on her one wrist, moved to press lightly against her abdomen and he lowered his face down so he was eye to eye with her, that dangerous grin coming forth once again, "You used to say you hated me during sexy too" He didn't back off, even as Joni turned her head away from him.



"You and I broke up, remember, David? Then you disappeared for over a year, actually it's probably closer to two years now, isn't it? Plenty of time to get over your pathetic ass, Venom" She smirked as her eyes slowly glanced back towards his face.



He didn't like when she mocked him and his hand came out and back handed her, using as much force as he could, which caused her head to hit the wall behind her and the crack of his hand against her cheek bone made her groan out in pain. "Fuck" Her hand rose up to touch at her now tender and pained cheek. It was going to bruise.



"I will be back for you Joni.. you will come with me" And he was gone. Just like that, not allowing her to state anything more towards him.

Joni knew there was no point in saying anything, despite the fact he'd still hear her even after he was gone. She moved over to the door and locked it up before drawing the blinds. She then disappeared into her office. She'd leave in an hour from that point. -d-

[Momma Who]

Thursday Evening 2/7/2019


After a wonderful morning with Flint; then an enlightened afternoon at work with her client, she stepped off the elevator of the fifth floor, tugging her coat around her a bit more as if hoarding the warmth that was kept inside. She had stopped in front of her door only to dig keys out of her pocket.



Something seemed off tonight. She couldn't quite place her finger on it, her blonde hair moved lightly as her head turned to the left to gaze down the hallway, seeing nothing. Nobody. She turned her head to the right to gaze down that end. A light flickered at the end near the very last apartment, but that light had been going out for a while. She should let management know.



Though as she gazed back to her door, her key paused at the lock before slowly sliding it in and turning it. She was unsure of the unnatural feeling she was getting, but her opposite hand placed on the door knob and turned it as she pushed the lock all the way over and opened the door with caution. Opening it just enough to step one foot over the threshold and tilt her head to peer around the door.



Nothing.


Releasing a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding she fully pulled herself through the door and closed it quickly behind her, locking three locks. The door handle lock, the dead bolt and then the chain lock. Her keys were dropped into the small bowl she kept near the door upon the table.



Her fingers moved to the buttons on her coat to undo them slowly, but her eyes were gazing around what she could see of her apartment in a very suspicious manner. Once her coat was shrugged from her shoulders, she pulled upon the first sleeve, then then next, reaching to hang it up upon the rack that stood there. The shift in her gaze to the rack was barely a second before her steps were taking her inwards more.



Heels clicked with slow, careful steps as she moved around the main areas of the apartment to scope it out. Once she reached her couch, she did a slow turn of a look around and sighed out, letting her body fall onto the couch with an easy fall she laid back for only a moment before she leaned forward and began to undo the straps around her ankles and remove each of her shoes. Settling them aside gingerly.


Her body laid back, her arm reached behind her to move a pillow up to her neck, allowing it to rest under her neck. This allowed her to close her eyes and let out another sigh, this time it was a deep and purposed, glad to be home and resting. That's when she felt it again and her eyes popped open quickly.



There was David, standing in her bubble; right in front of her, looming. Joni's blue eyes grew wide and she pulled her legs up onto the couch, knees to her chest and arms around her legs. "Fuck off" It came out nearly as a hiss as she spat the words out at him. Eyes looking up from her seated position.



"Tsk tsk" He clucked his tongue even as he said it, his hand rising upwards and raising one finger to tick at her. No No. It was a warning. "I told you I was coming back for you Joni" He leaned down, his hands coming to rest on the cushions of the couch on either side of her, enclosing himself onto her as his face came in close to hers.


Her jaw set when she clenched her teeth together and she leaned forward, challenging him, "I told you, I don't want you in my fucking life you asshole." Her hand merely twitched to come up, she thought she could be quick enough to grab his face, but David caught her wrist in his hand and his steely gaze went from her face, towards her hand. He came to his knees in front of her, his other hand came up to slowly play a fingertip over her palm.



"David" Her voice started to shake at that point, fearing what she knew he was going to do. Her breathing picked up, heaving her chest forward right before her breath was held again. "Don't... Please" her whole demeanor suddenly changed just with the idea of what his eyes were telling her. Her voice became pitched in a higher, sweeter toned voice of begging him.



"My beautiful doll..." He murmured as he lowered his head so his mouth could press a soft, tender kiss to her palm. "I only ever wanted you, why would you fear me? Your body is for me to behold, to love, to cherish..."



As he said those words her heart rate picked up, fear flooded her eyes... "No" it was a whispered petition that went unheard. She could feel the tickle of his fangs dragging over her palm, then the sharp injection, and while it only hurt a moment, it was enough to cause those tears that had been welling in her eyes to fall.


As David drank from her palm, she felt an euphoria she had avoided for nearly two years. A gasp when it first started to enter her system and her head fell back, ready to enjoy it; but then something ran in her head and she jolted her head up right. Pulling at her hand that he was feeding from, her free hand reached out to try to pull his head away from her, wrapping his short hair in fingers to tug backwards.



Because of this, her rebellion against him, he tore at her flesh, leaving a nice wound that he'd leave open. Though he did remove his fangs, he didn't pull them back to hide them again. A deep rumble of a mocking laugh left his chest and exited through bloodied lips. "You used to love it" He teased her.



Saying nothing she was moving her body away from him, like a scared cat backing itself into a corner, she was doing this to the corner of the couch, creeping backwards. She even got to the point, as he watched her with amusement, where she was about to roll herself off the back of the couch. Instead, David reached out, grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her.

This caused a chain reaction of a few things, her arms flew to the side, knocking a lamp down, but then her head hit the hard back of the couch. Fuck that hurt. Pulling her onto the cushions of the couch again he pinned her down by straddling her, one hand happily fighting against her as she attempted to claw at him. He laughed the entire time, amused, acting as if she were playing a game.



When he caught both her hands and pinned her by the wrists she let out a pathetic whimper, those tears stained her cheeks as they continued to stream. In his next actions, she would literally go limp and stop fighting, maybe he would go away. However, the rest of the night, he enjoyed her blood and sex without consent. By Morning, she was bloodied and bruised, with bite marks in random, various places over her body.



Before he left, he enjoyed watching her as she curled up, crying on the couch. Standing he opened the slider window of her deck and stepped out. Gone before dawn. -d-