Hell Hath No Fury (Salem/Open)

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The sound of several crashes insued as a young girl darted out from underneath one of the barstools, several glasses shattering upon hitting the hardwood floor. Her brown hair fluttered wildly behind her, as her darkened eyes quickly located what it was she had came here for. A bottle of Jack Daniel's had just rolled in front of her, as she swiftly swiped it up, her eyes now locked towards the exit to the now trashed pub.

As she pulled herself to her feet, she darted towards the exit as a large man stumbled over the counter, grabbing her ankle. She fell face first onto the floor, as her head whipped around to catch the features of the man's face. The man's face was a deep red, his anger clearly evident as her heel struck him in the face in an attempt to get him to loosen his grip. The man let out a roar as he pulled her towards him, her nails clawing desperately at the floor trying to liberate herself.
"Bitch, you're not getting off that easy. I fucking paid for a night and I damn well better get it!!!!"

As the man overpowered her, she felt herself dropped the bottle as her head was slammed violently into the nearest table as it splintered under her weight. Choking, she coughed up blood, as she felt the man's hand grab her by the hair, pulling her face close to his own, the putrid stench of whisky clung to his breath as well to his untidy dirt coloured beard. "Come on, whore. Give me a kiss, you at least owe me that much."

Her body squirmed as the man grabbed her hips with his free hand, pulling her in. She revolted this man's touch, yet it was something she had grown accustomed to over the years. She obviously lacked the strength to do anything, but she did the one thing that came to mind. As the man drew her in, she spat in his face. The man's rage only seemed to grow from there, as his hand that was rubbing against her backside now came up, the back of it hitting her violently across the cheek, nearly knocking her unconscious. She now found herself glancing upwards at the ogre of a man, as his fist clenched tightly around a mass of her hair.

Now everything seemed as though it was a dream, the dimly lit pub now fading from view as her body was heaved upwards over the man's shoulder, the girl now watching the belly of the man bob up and down with each step, now too lethargic to even fight back. It was the same as always, some drunken bastard taking a liking to her, then taking her by force. Yet as usual, she found herself cursing her own misfortune.....

[viviana]

Over the last few days, she had not been able to finish any paintings, or even get started on new ones, for that matter. She had been a little, distracted. Deciding it was time she went off to do some things on her own, she set off for a little known hole in the wall pub on the other side of town.

She could not get drunk, but the occasional Kahlua and chicken strips, which were always better at bars, still tickled her fancy. Should anyone have decided to check up on her, she had left a yellow sticky note on her pillow that stated the obvious in black marker.

"Out."

She had borrowed the outfit she wore today. It was a tight, halter top style, dominantly white dress that hugged every inch of her perfect body like a second skin, and came just to her mid-thigh. The print on the dress was scattered along the smooth fabric, large black and grey roses, some were blank, while others had petals studded with little purple crystals. The chest hem drooped down loosely in the front, open, it exposed her ample bust and toned stomach all the down to just below her pierced navel. The jewelry that hung from it was a simple, silver dangle of ten tiny chains ending with purple jewels. Just below her breasts, the loose hem was held together by two thin, silver chains, both two inches long, they over lapped one another in a small X. They were meant only to hold the fabric in place to prevent any accidental exposure. Behind her, the fabric exposed her all the way to her lower back, and was pulled up just a tad my her huge rear end. Across her well endowed rear, was a large black and grey rose with little purple gems on each petal, just like the pattern on the front.

Upon arrival, she casually pushed the door to the dimly lit pub open, only to reveal the scene inside. She let the door close softly behind her, her ash grey hues, easily standing out from the black smokey eye make up that was normal of her style, scanned the two over carefully. The beast of a man was far from attractive, and clearly drunk. As for the female, she was youthful and incredibly pretty. It had been awhile since Salem had a little girl time. Perhaps this lady would grace her with her presence for a while if she helped her out?

She made her way straight over to the commotion, giving a flirtatious sway to her wide hips to make herself extremely appealing to whomever checked her out. She lifted her silky, loose midnight curls and tossed them over her left shoulder, exposing her exotic olive toned neck to the ugly creature who towered over the beautiful young woman that had caught Salem's interest.

"Excuse me, sir. Buuut... I think I can pretend to be just as helpless and unwilling as she can. So, what do you say, why don't you take me out back and show me what a real man like yourself can do to a sweet little thing like me?"

She stated playfully, her thick, deep pink lips parting to reveal a pearly white smile of perfection. Her high pitched voice was heavily feminine and faintly carried a hint of her Russian ancestry. As curious as it was, it also sounded as if the female carried a mild Middle Eastern twing in her tone as well. All this was faint, and took a careful ear to truly notice.

She had figured it best to remove him from the view of the public, including his victim. If she were to witness the way he was going to die, Salem highly doubted she would stick around to get to know her.

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The man's hand now had Jona clutched by the throat, lifting her up against the wall, as his fingers loosened the buttons to her dirtied jeans, sliding his fingers into forbidden territory. All Jona could do was watch blankly as her assailant had his way with her. As usual, her eyelids closed, her mind trying to push this situation as far from her mind as possible. After the man was done with her, he would potentially lose interest and she'd be free once again. Yet the emotional trauma would once again scar her mind. Her thoughts were once again interrupted by the pressure of something pressing against her crotch. Her head tilted to the side, as her lips curled in disgust, her eyes still remaining firmly clenched shut trying to visualize anything else than what was actually happening.The man's slight snicker as he sadistically broke her down filled her already disturbed mind, adding to her torment. It wasn't until another voice caught her ear that she felt the man's clutch on her throat weaken.

"Excuse me, sir. Buuut... I think I can pretend to be just as helpless and unwilling as she can. So, what do you say, why don't you take me out back and show me what a real man like yourself can do to a sweet little thing like me?"

Jona felt her body crumple into a heap next to the wall, as her eyes opened lazily to analyze the man's sudden loss of interest. As her eyes faintly looked up at the man, she saw a toothy grin form as he looked at the new temptress that had made her way into the tavern. Her eyes trailed to where the man's distorted gaze was looking, and immediately noticed the curvacious figure of the new girl. If she hadn't been so weak at the moment, she might have shown a bit more interest in the woman, but to her it was apparent the man was completely smitten with the girl's curves as opposed to her own rather flat chest.

Jona watched as the man ran his fingers across his hairless dome, before running them through his bird nest of a beard, his tongue flapping across his chapped lips at the sight of the woman, before his gruff voice spoke out. "I'll show you alright, sweetheart. This broad's not shit compared to your fine ass..." The man's thick arm now swung over the woman, as his toothed grin led her outside, his other hand reaching down to caress the woman's backside.

Jona pushed herself forward, proceeding to button up the front of her pants, hiding the black cotton panties underneath from view. Moving onto all fours, she crawled towards the tavern entrance after the two as the man led the young temptress into the alley. It was odd, but Jona felt relieved. She wouldn't have to put up with yet another man violating her, yet at the same time she felt sorry for the man's new squeeze. The sympathy was soon shaken as she simply muttered to herself. "Better her than me..."

[viviana]

She watched the woman fall the floor, but showed no visible interest in her condition. There would be time to check on her later. For now, she wanted to get rid of the ogre that had seemingly made her evening a living hell.

Her charm had worked, as it always did. He made his comment about the girl, which Salem thoroughly disagreed with, though no one would have known it. Instead, she forced a soft smirk to form, echoed by a light chuckle, as if the comment had actually amused her greatly. His arm found its way over her, and she seemed to eagerly go along with him as he led her outside.

The door would swing shut, and he would quickly pin Salem to the wall right beside it, lifting her up to put her in position for his affection. Her slender arms wrapped around his thick neck, and she embraced him. He buried his face in her neck, and she knew this was her time to act. Swiftly, she wrapped her hands around his throat and gripped tightly. Before the brute had a chance to try to pull free, her two, long spikes had driven deep into his neck and poured her venom into him with a sudden rush.

She released him just as quickly, and he dropped her to the ground in obvious shock.

"What the hell'd you do!?"

He demanded of her, throwing a mean left hook which connected with her well defined cheek. He had busted the flesh from the inside, causing her to bleed for a few seconds. With a highly amused laugh, Salem spit the blood into his face, taking aim at his blood shot eyes.

The use of her blood was completely unnecessary, as he was already feeling the full affects of her venom. He fell backward, losing balance from it as well as his drunken stupor. He would not get up from this, as he had lost control of his muscles within seconds. Salem rose to her feet and watched him.

It was a pity, really. She truly wished her venom could have different effects. This pathetic excuse for a man would not get just punishment, as she would have seen fit for him, anyway. Her venom would work quickly on his mind. And, though she wanted with everything in her to make his suffering far worse than it would be, he would still feel pain till he lost consciousness. He would die in these filth stained gutters for the strays and rats to pick him apart until he was discovered later on. He would die right where his kind belonged.

As quickly as the assault had started, it was over. She dusted herself off in a vain attempt to remove his stink and returned to the bar. She hoped that the beauty would still be there. The situation struck her, not only became of how pretty she found the victim to be, but also because she found herself in her position far too often.

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Jona clutching her bruised cheek, used her free hand to grab the wall, weakly pulling herself to her feet. Even though all sympathy had left her mind as the two walked out of the pub, she found it immediately replaced by a demented curiosity. The woman she had seen earlier seemed to her more along the lines of a succubus then anything else. She remembered hearing about such things, even at a young age as her damned mother was called by such a name among other less glamorous titles.

Her fingers running along the wall, her hand there only to support her semi conscious state, she staggered outwards towards the alleyway, her heart pounding inside her chest as she expected a spectacle. The woman seemed too gorgeous to simply be just another whore making her runs for the night. Not only that, she spoke with an unusual amount of class and sophistication, which in itself was highly suspicious for someone in this dingy area. Jona, herself being a sadist, wanted to see the humiliation the woman was in for. The large golem of a man possessed enough strength to rival a bear, and Jona laughed rather uneasily at the thought, having experienced it firsthand. As she gently pushed open a side door to the bar, she proceeded to make her way around the tavern to the area where the front door was located, her eyes straying around the corner as she caught a glimpse of the two.

Her eyes remained fixated on the two, as the temptress dug what appeared to be claws into the neck of the ogre, causing him to retaliate by hitting the woman. Jona found herself unusually aroused when the woman laughed and spat her own plasmic secretion into the man's eyes. Perhaps, succubus would be close to the point, as Jona hadn't met another one with such a thirst for lust.

Jona watched as the man took a few swaggering steps, before falling on his ass with a quaking thud, his movements becoming steadily slower till he was completely immobile. The woamn made her way back into the bar as the man laid there, a mixture of saliva in addition to his spastic sputterings of blood forming on the concrete by which his head lied. Jona watched the door closed, as she bit her lower lip. Was it possible that the woman now sought her as a plaything, no longer having interest in the fallen behemoth?

Whatever it was, Jona would have to face the demoness, her hand reaching into her striped socks, pulling out a small dagger as her grip tightened around the hilt. She would face the bitch head on, and hopefully her luck didn't fail her again. Giving a good kick to the corpse of the man as she slinked by, she nudged open the front doors, ready to confront the hellish seductress.

[viviana]

Salem would have had no idea that Jona had watched her destroy the poor bastard out back. Blissfully unaware that the woman saw her as a threat, she searched the bar in the hopes of finding her. When the front door would push open, Salem would be standing in the center of the room with her back to it. On hearing the door, she would quickly turn to see who had entered.

She was very surprised to see the young beauty from earlier standing there, but she could not help but to question why the woman had returned.Surely, she believed the show earlier like just as her attacker had. Was she seeking vengeance, or to save Salem from the man herself? She had no idea, but she was quick to act none the less. A wide smile graced her beautiful features, and she spoke out to the youth.

"I was just looking for you! You okay?"

Salem questioned, her tone different than the one used on the man. She would have seemed genuinely worried about Jona's well being, and just as pleased to see her. She eyed the woman up and down, her grey hues stopping on the little dagger she gripped in her hand. For a moment, they lingered on the blade. Then, her stone gaze returned to Jona's face. Her expression never faded, and that smile remained. Either the knife had not registered in her mind, or she simply was not worried by it.

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Jona's left hand remained on the agape door, as her fingers tightened around the grip of the dagger, her pewter eyes looking solemnly at the tempting woman. Her mascara which had ran down her cheeks gave her an altogether frightening image. She was unaware why she felt so strongly towards the woman, who under any normal circumstances might be another one of the sorry saps she drained of money through her manipulative nature or through more supernatural means.

She watched as the woman turned around to gaze at her. Watching the woman's facial expression, she watched as a deceiving smile crossed the demoness' lips. Such trickery was to be expected. She had done away with the slobbering ogre thicker than a tree without so much as a sweat, and there was a possibility she would do the same to Jona. It was better to assume that she had an ulterior motive, and was of Satan's consort who came to reap her soul away to the fiery abyss where she dare not venture. At the very least, Jona had her own unique abilities, which she took advantage of in this situation. Inhaling ever so slightly, she in-took a strange energy, as a light black flame seemed to surround her. The trickery continued, as the woman acted as though she genuinely cared for her well being. What a crock of shit!!!

"And why is it you were looking for me?"

Her courage seemed to get the better of her as she openly objected her bitterness towards the succubus. She had just seen odd protrusions come from her hand in addition to a man dropping soon after. It was damn obvious she wanted an explanation. A small smirk formed across her face as she noticed the fiend's eyes glance down towards her weapon, before retuning Jona's gaze once more, her expression remaining rather nonchalant about her weapon.

"What matter of being are you? Answer correctly and I might excuse you, answer falsely and I'll erase you from existence."

Jona nearly spat the words out, as though each one was more bitter than the one before it. She wanted an explanation and she wanted it now. Her backup plan was slowly eating away at the woman, as she fed on the fortune surrounding the demoness, leaving misfortune in her wake, ready to go off at a moment's notice.

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Salem was unaware that Jona had seen her kill the drunkard in the alleyway. Instead, she thought the woman was angry with her for seemingly having sex with the brute after walking in to see her being victimized. Surely there was some way she could gain the girl's trust.

While she thought over just what needed to be said, the woman seemed to blaze with an ebon flame. So, it seemed she was not just some normal, down on her luck, youth. She was as Salem was, a mutant.

She questioned Salem on her return, not buying that she was genuinely concerned for her. A soft, drawn out sigh passed the beauty's thick petals, and she attempted to defend herself.

"I may have been mistaken, but when I came in, things weren't looking too bright for you..."

She grabbed a chair from the floor about a foot from her. It seemed it had fallen over on its side during the apparent chaos that had happened before she got there. She set the chair straight up and causally took a seat in it.

The woman's strength was incredibly attractive to her. In the face of what she had just suffered, Jona was standing strong and demanded answers from the whore who had just fucked the man trying to rape her. Salem could not help to admire her, and her interests in her deepened greatly. She was willing to talk this out with the girl. She had all the time in the world right now, after all.

She asked what manner of being Salem was, and with a smirk, she answered her without placing any titles.

"If I had a guess, I'd say the same manner of being as you are. By the way, rage paints a beautiful face on you."

Despite the display Jona put on, Salem's voice and expression were eerily cheerful. Any sane person would have been terrified, possibly even running at the sight of the angry woman. Salem refused to show fear. She had never believed in it. Fear served no purpose other than to give the enemy a victory.

The way she saw it, she could just as easily die scared shit-less, as she could laughing in the woman's pretty face.

"The truth is simple. I came back for you, because it's been forever since I spent time with another female, and it would thrill me to no end if you awarded me the chance to get to know you."

She paused, letting what she had said sink in to the woman. Then, she went on.

"If you doubt my intentions, however, I'll gladly seek company elsewhere. The last thing I want is to make such a lovely young woman uncomfortable."

(OOC: Sorry it has taken me so long. I hope my reply is okay. =D )

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Jona clenched her teeth, as her eyes looked loathingly towards the woman. She didn't have to explain herself to anyone, let alone that woman. It wasn't the fact that she had taken the slobbering ogre away as it was the fact that he had lost interest in her. While Jona herself didn't enjoy the actual act of passion, she rather enjoyed the feeling of being wanted. As she immediately spoke up, the denial rang in her words.

"Like I give a shit what you think! You think you're pretty hot shit, don't you?! You're nothing more than a superpowered slut!!"

Exhaling deeply, Jona watched as the woman inserted herself into one of the chairs that had previously fallen over. Even so, she felt her face turning crimson as she was clearly fuming over the woman's nonchalance attitude. Yet another taunt slithered from the vixen's lips, as Jona felt herself losing even more control at her response.

"If I had a guess, I'd say the same manner of being as you are. By the way, rage paints a beautiful face on you."

Jona's rage subsided a bit, or rather she had managed to contain it, her molars still grinding together as she fought an urge to strike the broad sitting before her.

"You're really starting to piss me off."

As the words ushered past Jona's lips, it was an obvious fact. The lights above flickered relentlessly as they blew one by one, showering them in a myriad of sparks, the golden glow from the streaming fireworks now casting an ominous glow across their faces.

"The truth is simple. I came back for you, because it's been forever since I spent time with another female, and it would thrill me to no end if you awarded me the chance to get to know you."

As the woman's readjusted herself, one of the chair legs splintered, shattering into several fragments as the woman fell on her ass. This alone, caused Jona's temper to lessen, for this seemed a rather comical occurrence in spite of all that had happened during the night.

"Fine, I'm listening..."