{M} Hellfire Returns {Bee Bear & Jeremor}

[Bee Bear]

Rated Mature: May contain scenes of a disturbing nature, including violence, blood, gore, nudity, sexual situations and appalling taste in television shows.

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Once upon a time there was a vampire hunter named Delilah Shadowbane. She was good at her job and pretty much set for a bright career in the undead killing business. Until, that is, she met Christian Mandrulianu ...

In him she finally found a vampire she couldn't kill. Or, as she likes to think, wouldn't kill. By sparing his life and adopting him as her secret, very annoying pet, she broke every rule in the book. Now, mere weeks after their fateful meeting, tension is high between the new roommates. And to add even more strain to their (un)lives, there are whispers of a new threat ... once which is as much a danger to the hunters as it is the hunted ...

[Jeremor]

"ahhh" The vampire whined, as he tossed and turned. Delilah's living room had become a vampire nest, essentially, with stacked pillows and blankets on the floor between the couch and coffee table. A makeshift coffin, when one blanket was stretched across from one side to the other, that looked more like a child's pillow fort. "How do you not have netflix on this thing? Ahhhh..." Christian whined some more as he flipped through the channels of boring old cable.

[Bee Bear]

The unmistakably ominous schhhhhhick! of a bladed edge being dragged along a whetstone rang out from the kitchen. "Netflix is overrated. The DVDs in the drawer are all I need."

Delilah sat hunched by the breakfast nook in a frilly yellow apron. A dull black sword half the length of her body sat in her hands and positively hummed with the need to cut a bitch.

[Jeremor]

Christian grumbled something under his breath as he got up and rummaged through the drawer of dvd's. "9 to 5? Didn't even know they put that on dvd..." The vampire, who had once gone through a 'country' phase of his immortal life and was a Dolly Parton fan, got up to put the movie into the dvd player. The rhythmic shhhhk-ing from Delilah's side soon distracted him. He looked at the black sword. "What's the deal with that thing, anyway?"

[Bee Bear]

Unbeknownst to her, a smile tugged-tugged-tugged at the corner of Delilah's mouth as soon as the first melodious notes of Dolly Parton's iconic theme song started playing. She stopped long enough in her chore to look up at the vampire, and chose to say nothing about her approval of his choice of movie.

"I found it," she said. Lies were meant to be simple, her father always said. More believable that way.

[Jeremor]

"Oh, cool..." the vampire turned back to the movie. His curiosity was like a sudden humidity thickening the air, weighty with the desire for knowledge. Christian slowly turned his head, and then turned it back to the TV. A futile show of resistance. It only served to make the sweet release all the better. In a sudden invisible flash, like he merely stepped out of a shadow beside her, christian was suddenly at delilah's shoulder. "You just, found, a black sword, huh? Where? How?"

[Bee Bear]

Christian finished his questions with the edge of a sword that was as sharp as it was badass pressed against his throat. Delilah couldn't stop her finely honed instincts from reacting (violently) when she sensed the bad vampiric juju in the air, but she did at least stop herself from decapitating her house guest.

"Don't," she said, slowly drawing it back. "Do that again."

Firmly turning her back on him, she pretended not to have heard his questions.

[Jeremor]

Christian yelped, putting his hands up and to the side, and taking a step back from the intimidating, but still really damn cool black sword.

"Man, you really are like the vampire killing version of the Terminator." He dropped his hands, putting on a charming smile. It twinkled. "So, anyway, the very conspicuous black sword you lied about having just found? What's the deal?"

[Bee Bear]

Like a vampire bursts into a cloud of smelly dust on contact with sunlight, so Delilah's skin erupted in a thick layer of nervous sweat when faced with a lie. It, not her lycanthropy, was her greatest curse.

"Don't compare me with the Terminator," she said, hastily putting away her whetstone and sheathing the sword in an equally black, awesome looking scabbard. "He was all about ... like ... guns and stuff. I don't use guns. Get a grip, you damn fool. When was the last time you even saw those movies? Clearly you don't remember what they were about, if you're going to compare me with that tin can. I think I have them all on dvd, actually. Check in the drawer, would you? Hurry up and ..."

And so she would go on unless someone stopped her.

[Jeremor]

"Ah, shh shhh," Christian, quite daringly, began to calmly shhhh her and put up a finger dangerously close to her lips. "You don't have a soul made for lying, Deedee. It just isn't going to happen, especially not with someone like me. You hear a lot of lies when you live for a few centuries. Let's not sully your goodly, threat laden, red meat loving tongue with any more of that."

The vampire leaned in towards the sword's scabbard with an inspecting eye, alight with pure curiosity. Stuff like this was better than freshly squeezed blood to Christian Mandruleanu, and second only to sex.

"Come on. Tell me everything." He said, a promise to his voice that he could be much more annoying if she resisted.