The Finer Points of Torture (Closed to Pepper)

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((Note: This is a thread for RP in Tenebrae Nostro. It takes place not long after a thread in which Pepper witnessed Deacon torturing another vampire named Janos for information

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[sinful_minx]

Pepper was in fact, already home. She'd gotten news that the club was burning shortly after her arrival and after some consideration decided not to go back to check up on the place she had so recently left. She simply turned up the scanner to listen to the fire and police crews as they raced to the fire-engulfed structure

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Her words were music to his ears. The fact that she was home meant that he did not have to wait for her. It was odd how much he had come to depend on her presence, on her body, on her blood. He didn't mind it, though. In fact, he kind of enjoyed it. Even evil bastards needed somebody to share their successes with.

"Mmm..." His eyes opened. "Thanks, babe. You have no idea how glad I am to hear the sound of your voice. Especially after all the other fuckers I've had to deal with since you left including my guest... Christ."

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"Others?" Clue one suddenly rapid-beating heart. "You had company after I left? Vamphunters?" But how did they find him there? How did they get in? How bad was he hurt? He didn't look bad, but then he never did, no matter how he was injured. He always managed to hide the wounds from her, unless he wanted her to see them.

Tucking in the edge of the towel once more, Pepper came in close, and sat next to him on the couch, tucking her legs under her. "Talk to me, babe." Her hands went up to his temples, already beginning a slow massage.

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Deacon nodded. "Yeah. But not quite."

He closed his eyes as she began to massage his temples. Jesus, that felt good. It was made all the better by the wet warmth he could feel radiating off of her. There was a special quality to someone who had just showered, especially when that person was hot. Her nudity was barely concealed by a mere towel, and her flesh still held the warmth and humidity of a bathroom steamed by a relaxing shower.

"His friends came looking for him. Seems he had a bond with his maker, the queen bitch of them all." He sighed into her massage. "She killed some of mine, I killed some of hers, and we had a nice little chat. Don't think she was happy that I killed her special vampire right in front of her."