10 themes: Bang
Title: Belle Morte
Character/Pairing/Group: PipxSeras
Word Count: 594
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: "Say Policegirl, if one bangs a vampire...does that make them a necrophiliac?"
Warning(s): Cursing, violence, innuendo
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Confident footsteps of boots on wood flooring directed his attention away from the dusty nightmare of the surrounding room. Pip turned and looked over their owner, a curvaceous blond girl whose hips swaggered when she walked, like the movements of some great feline.
The dull moonlight shined on her yellow silhouette and pale skin. She fit in with the whispering shadows that curled around the room like a living thing, and her natural comfort in darkness both alarmed and enthralled him; she could slink through the pitch black night just as freely as if it were a sunny afternoon. It was wrong. He knew no breathing human possessed that ability.
Hot summer air drifted through the aging house and glassless windows. The girl appeared at his side, unnatural and scentless as always, without perfume or the musk of sweat.
Pip didn't bother to conceal his stares. It had been ages since he stood in the presence of a beautiful woman. Besides, his shoulders ached and his eyelids threatened to cover his vision; it was too late at night for formalities. He exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke. "Any sign of the vampire, miss Victoria?"
Seras fumbled with the collar on her uniform. "No, Captain Bernadette, but..it's definitely here. There's that bad feeling in the air."
His gaze trailed down to the large AK-47 in her hand. "Oui, it's creepy here, but nothing beats a creepy atmosphere like a good, loaded gun." He held up his own weapon, another AK-47, the same as hers. "We should be fine. If only we could find the fucking thing."
She bit her lip and peered around the room, those blue eyes straining to see any hint of movement in the shadows. He wondered if she could see into every nook and crack in the walls, if vampiric vision surpassed humanity as it did in every other aspect.
Seras clutched the gun to her chest, seeking comfort in it's cold metal and deadly purpose.
Pip crushed a short cigarette underfoot only to pull another one from his pocket. "Say Policegirl, if one bangs a vampire...does that make them a necrophiliac?"
She jerked her head around and stared at him. "W-what?"
Pip shrugged, leaning against the wall. He wondered if she even understood his implications. Probably not. A rough grin spread across his face. "I guess it doesn't since vampires are up walking around like the rest of us. It's only a thought, though. "
Her lips drew downwards in a firm line, suspicion hanging on her features. She studied him, like a cat eying a hungry dog. "Well I don't know...Captain. What does that have to do with anything?"
He crept closer to her. "Just wanted to know what you think." A heavy French accent flowed from his lips as he stood over her, his wide shoulders towering over her smaller figure. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and run his his hands down the outline of her body. "You have opinions, don't you miss Seras?" he bantered.
Pip took a step forward. She took a step back.
He stopped.
Her countenance changed to that of fear, her wide eyes sheltered behind wisps of blond hair. The gun trembled in her hands.
He instantly sobered. "Hey...sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. My apologies."
Seras turned a chilled shoulder to him and glared. "Let me remind you that I'm nothing but an animated corpse, Captain." she sneered, her voice oddly bitter. "And necrophilia is illegal."
The grin vanished from his face.
He moved his cigarette to the side of his lips, unable to think of a proper response. He said nothing for the rest of the evening.
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Character/Pairing/Group: PipxSeras
Word Count: 594
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: "Say Policegirl, if one bangs a vampire...does that make them a necrophiliac?"
Warning(s): Cursing, violence, innuendo
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Confident footsteps of boots on wood flooring directed his attention away from the dusty nightmare of the surrounding room. Pip turned and looked over their owner, a curvaceous blond girl whose hips swaggered when she walked, like the movements of some great feline.
The dull moonlight shined on her yellow silhouette and pale skin. She fit in with the whispering shadows that curled around the room like a living thing, and her natural comfort in darkness both alarmed and enthralled him; she could slink through the pitch black night just as freely as if it were a sunny afternoon. It was wrong. He knew no breathing human possessed that ability.
Hot summer air drifted through the aging house and glassless windows. The girl appeared at his side, unnatural and scentless as always, without perfume or the musk of sweat.
Pip didn't bother to conceal his stares. It had been ages since he stood in the presence of a beautiful woman. Besides, his shoulders ached and his eyelids threatened to cover his vision; it was too late at night for formalities. He exhaled a cloud of cigarette smoke. "Any sign of the vampire, miss Victoria?"
Seras fumbled with the collar on her uniform. "No, Captain Bernadette, but..it's definitely here. There's that bad feeling in the air."
His gaze trailed down to the large AK-47 in her hand. "Oui, it's creepy here, but nothing beats a creepy atmosphere like a good, loaded gun." He held up his own weapon, another AK-47, the same as hers. "We should be fine. If only we could find the fucking thing."
She bit her lip and peered around the room, those blue eyes straining to see any hint of movement in the shadows. He wondered if she could see into every nook and crack in the walls, if vampiric vision surpassed humanity as it did in every other aspect.
Seras clutched the gun to her chest, seeking comfort in it's cold metal and deadly purpose.
Pip crushed a short cigarette underfoot only to pull another one from his pocket. "Say Policegirl, if one bangs a vampire...does that make them a necrophiliac?"
She jerked her head around and stared at him. "W-what?"
Pip shrugged, leaning against the wall. He wondered if she even understood his implications. Probably not. A rough grin spread across his face. "I guess it doesn't since vampires are up walking around like the rest of us. It's only a thought, though. "
Her lips drew downwards in a firm line, suspicion hanging on her features. She studied him, like a cat eying a hungry dog. "Well I don't know...Captain. What does that have to do with anything?"
He crept closer to her. "Just wanted to know what you think." A heavy French accent flowed from his lips as he stood over her, his wide shoulders towering over her smaller figure. He wanted nothing more than to reach out and run his his hands down the outline of her body. "You have opinions, don't you miss Seras?" he bantered.
Pip took a step forward. She took a step back.
He stopped.
Her countenance changed to that of fear, her wide eyes sheltered behind wisps of blond hair. The gun trembled in her hands.
He instantly sobered. "Hey...sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. My apologies."
Seras turned a chilled shoulder to him and glared. "Let me remind you that I'm nothing but an animated corpse, Captain." she sneered, her voice oddly bitter. "And necrophilia is illegal."
The grin vanished from his face.
He moved his cigarette to the side of his lips, unable to think of a proper response. He said nothing for the rest of the evening.
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