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Double Indemnity (1944) dir. Billy Wilder
Master opera singer Er Ye âł Yixing in âThe Mystic Nineâ
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Slowly but surely a silken, amused smirk pulls at the vampire's lips as he gazes down into the young woman's unsure but belligerent eyes. He liked a little fire, and what an unusual place to find it. He was not her first âkillâ, that much was evident not only by the body of the woman a few steps away, but also by the look of a killer in those pretty brown eyes. He was enchanted. As his smirk widens, his lips pull back, the tips of razor pointed canines in brilliant white just visible, before he purrs back a gentle âyou should beâ, tone laced with enjoyment and amusement.Â
If there was one thing every vampire loved, it was the thrill of the bite, the first sink of teeth into an unsuspecting neck. With a not-so gentle tilt of her head by the hand holding her chin, Zhuangxiang bares the supple curve of her throat, only to lurch forward with a snarl mere milliseconds later and sink sharp fangs into the pulsing vein point under her pale skin.Â
With the first splash of blood across his tongue the vampire is satisfied, turning hunter into prey had itâs own delights and it perfectly accompanied a superior taste. Slipping an arm around her body he envelopes her close with another greedy gulp. @mervcilleux
"Then I will let you go, for now" the vampire murmurs somewhat sullenly. He does not enjoy his mate trying to free himself from his grasp, when he had spent so long already consumed in his work. Should he not have been desperately missed? Slipping his arms free, Zhuangxiang leans back against the kitchen counter, arms now folding across his slim chest as his dark eyebrow arches.Â
âYou have foodâ he sulks, the fridge and various cupboards always seemed to be stocked with the stuff, but it was never enough. Of course the vampire had no need for such sustenance so the nuances of fresh food rather bypassed him.Â
The vampire's eyebrow arches higher as he watches the woman try to snap at him with the foul temper of a cornered, wounded animal. However no amount of snide remarks would pull a reaction from him, as he was more interested both in her current situation, but also her proposal. Zhuangxiang was not above making deals. Vampires were well known to be calculating, shrewd and efficient. Before him could be a valuable asset, after all.Â
âMy name is Zhuangxiangâ he replies, watching as her eyes struggle to focus and the thudding of her heart steadily slows, understanding all of her current medical difficulties and what little time she could potentially have left, if no action was taken to stem her bleeding. Slowly he steps forward, bending to a knee on long legs as encompassing arms reach out to slip a hold around her middle and across her back. â-and I will hold you to thatâ he murmurs, before lifting the barely conscious young woman into his hold and raising to his full height.Â
With quiet, broad steps he moves away, only to melt into shadow as he takes his new acquisition with him. She was something different and may yet prove to have a use to him.Â
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It was a quiet, moonless night. A few stars materialized among the vast blackness, some flickering dull, others luminous. Lucy had just finished her shift at the bar, the heels of her boots clicking on the pavement as she made her way through a rather dingy alley, following a shapeshifter that had caught her attention at the bar. Right in front of her nose. Bold.
It had been a while since Lucy went actively hunting. The girl tried to keep a low profile, still hiding from her fellow nephilim and family. The shadowhunter was a little afraid that her skills got a bit rustyâ her heart was pounding inside of her ribcage, threatening to burst- her stomach was in anxious knots but the adrenaline in her veins kept her going. Kill or get killed.
Lucy thought sheâd seen a dark figure out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned her head to get a better look, there was nothing. She had allowed herself to get distracted and that one second was enough for the creature to get away.
âFuck! Goddammit, I canât believe I made a rookie mistake.â She definitely got rusty. A defeated sigh escaped her lips and the girl turned to head back as a familiar rotten stench filled the air, her fingers immediately went to tightly grip her weapon; the seraph blade. Lucy was yet again on high alert, her gaze scanning the area for threats. At least 10 if not more, Imps appeared in her path. Imps are common, small humanoid demons with the characteristics of typical Western devil with its horns and forked tail. They wouldnât really be dangerous for Lucy but they seemed to appear in a swarm, which could cause her a problem. She was alone, after all.
The nephilim quickly unsheathed her blade and pierced it through the guts of the first demon that got too close for her comfort, not stopping to watch it burst into dust; she worked quickly and efficiently, almost graceful- killing six, seven and eight Impsâ until she felt her back hit a wall. âFuck!â she cursed under her breath, keeping the blade in front of her. As one of them went to strike, Lucy raised her blade and stabbed it right into the eyeball of the demon, but not quick enough. The second took itâs chance and pierced her right side with its long claws- a gasp left her lips and she almost dropped her weapon. Only out of sheer willpower did she manage to hold onto her blade and kill the beast with her remaining strength.
The pain in her side was searing, forcing her to drop on her hands and knees. At first there was nothingâno pain, just numbness. Her hand immediately went to push into the wound, sealing it shut. The adrenaline that had furiously pumped through her veins dwindled; and now the pain washed over her, almost swallowing her whole. Blood oozed out of the rather deep gash, soaking her shirt completely. Minutes passed as her mind waned in and out of awarenessâshe had no energy to move her leaden body. Her breathing became irregular and that was when the panic set in- was that really how she would die? Alone, in a dingy alley?
Lucy managed to get up in a sitting position, not ready to accept her fate. She would not die. Not today. Something- or rather someone- cleared their throat to get her attention. Great.
âEnjoying the show?âÂ
Zhuangxiang was not unused to the sensation of becoming the observer. One does not live so long both not knowing when to keep his nose out, but also having the reoccurring opportunity to watch the theatre of other's lives unfold before him. Yet it is also not every day that he watches a young woman become completely swarmed by impish little things, though she did appear to hold her own quite adequately for a while at least. It was dark, but sharp, coal black eyes caught every detail as he rests with the tip of his shiny leather shoes just passing the edge of the buildings flat roof. Wind, cooling but with a little ferocity to it whips the lengths of his hair, casting them across his forehead and bellowing the ends of his long coat. His hands remaining deep in his pockets as he observes.Â
Against his better judgement the vampire steps forward, feet all but silent as they hit the slightly damp ground, blending into the dark shadows of the dirty alleyway. He is old fashioned at heart, this was no place for a young woman to die... however, things here had also caught his interest. As blood drenches the air with its heavy scent and the sound of laboured breathing fills his ears, it is difficult to not think death is a sure thing... and yet. Â
Stepping forward into cast light from an overhead street lamp, the vampireâs eyebrow remains arched yet his face cast in shadow as he looks down at her, hands still resting in his pockets as his leather soles crunch the pavement. Despite her snappy tone he remains silent, mind calculating. He should not get involved, if sheâs to die then she is to die... and yet.
âWhat is your name?â He asks, voice void of concern and gaze penetrative from the dark.Â

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Glancing away with a sour pout, Zhuangxiang can't help the way the apples of his cheeks flush a little at being called adorable. He wants to be mad about it, heâs a man! Men arenât adorable, heâs mocking him again! Yet all that he manages is a slight surly look. âYou wonât be able to pronounce my nameâ he grumbles, actually not to be unfriendly but it was more often then not a problem for Korean natives to wrap their tongues around his very Chinese name, so instead he tries to mend bridges somewhat as he continues âyou can call me Xiangâ. That was what it usually got shortened to anyway as it was much easier to say.Â
Huffing a sigh he leans more weight against the man again as he whines at his position, he cannot believe his so called friends left him! With a stranger! âI canât believe they left me!â He whines dramatically, tilting his head back with a flop of his hair as he looks up at the street lights and dark sky. There was too much light pollution from the city here for there to be any stars. âThose harlots, just because they met men!â He huffs, before turning his head to again set his new acquaintance with his glare. âI bet you have a girlfriend, huh. Maybe even a wife-â he scoffs, granted it was an odd thing to get mad about but he was drunk and a habit of his was always falling for straight men. âWhats your name anyway, Mr Perfect-â he grumbles, before letting out another whine as he falls against him once more, the man now forced to do most of the work as Zhuangxiang was barely holding himself up anymore. Â
As his command is quickly followed, Zhuangxiang happily sits back a little to allow the other space to manoeuvre his long legs out of his jeans. The vampireâs eyes stray lower to watch eagerly as the zip is lowered, the waistband pushed down and his member freed, hard and to attention, as expected. Making quite the delectable sight. It has the tip of his tongue dart across the corner of his lips as he eyes it hungrily. As soon as the denim is down past the manâs ankles and done away with, Zhuangxiang wraps his fingers around him, lazily stroking as warm hands cup his cheeks and bring his attention up to the kiss.Â
Allowing it, the vampire leans forward for their lips to meet, hand still working between them as he leans closer to offer a deeper kiss. âWhat would you like?â He purrs against Dongwookâs lips before he nips at them, happy to take requests. Whether he use his mouth or they go straight to the main event. Donwgook had pleased him this evening and he was feeling kind. How long that will last... no one really knows.Â
With a groan Zhuangxiang feels his body lift from the table, hands slipping from the sticky wood as a large arm wraps around his skinny middle and his frame falls against the man's side instead. His own arm lift to grip onto what he could of the manâs far shoulder. âwhat-areâya doin?â He grumbles, lifting a hand to his forehead with a flop of hair that heâd so carefully styled a few hours before. Was this guy helping him? Even if his tone was mocking and he wasnât hiding how amusing he found the situation, the arm around him and the solid body by his side were helping him move on wobbly legs, through the crowd and out into fresh air.
âI could take youâ he grumbles, somehow thinking he could win in a fight when in all reality heâd never thrown a punch in his life. Yet despite saying that, as the fresh air hits him and the street is quieter then the club, the art dealer turns his face into the man and curls a little into his hold. The world was spinning, now all the flashing lights, loud music and booming bass had gone, the alcohol just made him feel queasy. Yet the body by his side felt solid and warm.
âIâm not usually this drunkâ Zhuangxiang mumbles as he lifts a hand, slipping it under his fallen bangs and covering his eyes. Now he felt a little embarrassed. This guy was hot but damn he was nice! Those were the worst sort of straight men, so impossible to really hate. Â
With a small curl to his lip in annoyance, Zhuangxiang watches as the man leans closer, lovely lips curled in amusement at his outburst, dripping handsome confidence. How it infuriates him! Lifting his chin a little to try and puff himself up somewhat, trying to match the eye line of the man, which he struggles to do even with the other guy lent forward. âMaybe I amâ he replies, setting his hands on his hips, looking the opposite to his opponents relaxed demeanour. He doesnât specify which question he was answering with that statement - was he annoyed at his good looks or very drunk. The answer would be both. Â
âTheyâre-â he begins, planning to just gesture over towards the gaggle of female colleagues he had been out drinking with, only to catch sight of them heading for the exit, each arm in arm with a man! It seems as if the two groups had merged and they were leaving.. without him! âWah-!â He begins in surprise, caramel eyes widening before he goes to take a step after them, only to be let down by drunk legs. With a yelp he stumbles forward, just managing to catch himself on a nearby table, head hanging as the world spins and he cannot believe he has been abandoned! @nixus-nitorâ
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   How long had it been since heâd started looking over his shoulder? Each new vessel was easily compromised because of what he was, what he had done. How could they have found him so easily though? How had he gotten into this mess with them⌠this child beside him as he dragged the boy from their bed, half tempted to just toss them from the window. At least that would have solved some of his problems right? But knowing the hunters they would have found a way to resurrect them and then what? Ambrose would have found himself locked up and experimented upon, as was his fate, maybe he should have just stayed in Egypt and waited for the cattle of humans to repopulate it.
   âHurry up, canât you run faster than this!?â He snarled, gripping their wrist tighter as he yanked the mortal closer to his side. âI should have just drained you dry,â Ambrose hissed, emerald hues flashing dangerously as they ran along the back of the buildings, earning startled looks from those walking amongst them. âHurry up, weâre going in hereâ The incubus stole away into one of the opened warehouse doors, grabbing the boy as he pulled them close, a hand falling over their mouth to keep them from saying anything, his lips pressing to the back of their ear. âDonât make a sound.â
With a yelp Zhuangxiang had found himself hauled up on gangly legs, only to stumble after the man he shamefully had to admit he didnât know all that well, still in just his prized âdate nightâ boxers, shirt and his socks, before his feet are padding across the floor following the painful grip. âA-Ah-!â He yells in surprise as heâs tugged and snapped at. This was not the man he had me previously, become far too giddy over and unceremoniously fallen into bed with.Â
Following another few forceful tugs and pushes they were hurrying along the outside of the small love hotel, with his socks now damp and his hand furiously trying to tug his shirt closed, the art dealer glances around in uncomfortable suspense. What was this guy afraid of? Someone was following them, that was for sure, they moved quietly which only filled the mortal with a deeper feeling of apprehension. âWhatâs going o-aah-â Zhuangxiang gasps as heâs cut off mid-question and falls against the man as they tumble into the quiet, dark, small space.Â
With fingers pressing to his lips his eyes widen with a muffled âmmnf-!â as he sees eyes flash inhuman, and the threats strange but no less scary, Then he sees it, the flash of light, like a torch, through the small crack in the door casting streetlamp glow down a slither of his face. Someone was out there... and with his date for the night pressed against him with a threatening growl in his ear, this was not how he saw this evening progressing. @oleandercrownsÂ

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Leaning back against the support of his chair, fingers still quietly tapping on the table, he lets the encouragable demon say his piece, watching with an eyebrow raised in an impressive arch. He was not exactly impressed with assumptions being made about his character by a creature child-like in comparison, but he does have to admit Ravi had a sense of charisma around him that Zhuangxiang had found out only recently he greatly lacked. His eyebrow twitches at the idea he could in fact be a controlling old man...Â
âIs that so..â the vampire hums in reply, tone low and somewhat dangerous. Fun was not his main objective in life that was true, but too much fun made men idiots in his opinion, and he has thought the demon idiotic more then once. He knew how to have the right sort of fun! Finishing a piece, for example, devouring a young soul... with a grimace his hand lifts to press the pads of his fingers to his brow with a sigh. His idea of fun was indeed very predictable.Â
âDrink your teaâ the vampire grumbles with a huffs before he unfolds his legs and stands on tall, slim legs. He needed a moment to work through this character assassination! Â
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