The trail to Miller's Falls is picturesque especially on a beautiful, quiet night like tonight. At a funny tingle, Katherine told Estelle to park nearly half a mile away from Fiver corner's park, and then hoofed up the trail head to the camp. Getting to the falls twenty seven minutes in. The sparse forest in the dim moonlight was astonishing, and some stars even poked through as they pulled away from the light pollution and smog. The hilly terrain broke sight lines, both a boon and a curse. On a whim, Katherine fired into a bush hearing a loud angry wild cat yelp and collapse.
"Here," She said suddenly, "Cover yourself in this." She looked to Estelle and then took out her KA-BAR very quickly bleeding the animal, removing a paw for each of them to put in their pocket.
"This is gonna go so fucking sideways." Estelle leans down, coating herself in a trickle of blood on her neck and wrists. "Discourage a bite, animals taste rank."
Katherine didn't know that but nodded, "If we're shooting wildlife," She realized suddenly, "Then all the animals will smell like gunpowder and blood." Not entirely sure that was why the precognition had sparked, but it was a thought. Then she started running quickly.
A loud hiss echoes through the forest, bouncing off the trees and reaching Katherine and Estelle while they move through the woods, a preamble, a warning, a game. "Jesus Christ." Estelle complains under her breath, "She's five hundred years old, she can outrun a fucking race car."
"We're not trying to outrun her," She whispered back, "We have to land a shot, she knows that just as well as we do." She jerks right suddenly as something flashes past her into the woods a hissing blur. Eleanora's face can be seen just beside a tree, blonde curls spilling past her head as she's leaning, eyes black and fangs showing, somehow visible, barely, in the dark.
Estelle immediately takes a shot, but the elder vampire blurs back into motion with an echoing, ethereal laugh that bounces between trees, vanishing into the dark in shifting green and porcelain white. "See what I'm talking about!"
"Hope she never stops underestimating us," With that, Katherine once again did a roll as Eleanora burst through a thicket just missing her by a hair. Instead of aiming where she had gone, she aimed at Estelle, firing just past her head a small puff of dirt exploding at Eleanora's feet. "Sorry Estelle." She whispered looking at a thin line of heat on her cheek.
"Your bullets are slow, ma Katerina." Eleanora taunts, lounging on a tree branch above, dress falling past the branch.
"Then why does your dress have a bullet hole in it, ma brise," She retorts with a small chuckle as she begins to sprint again.
"A game ended too soon is a shame." She responds, slipping off the branch and disappearing past brush and leaves whilst Estelle's reloading her weapon. "Why do I feel like she's just waiting for one of us to get tired." The younger vampire complains.
"Because she is." Finally seeing what her head told her there must be, pointing up ahead at a cave. "Choke point. Fire into it as we run. I think the precognitions are giving her a little bit of wariness. I think if you fire into the cave we'll nick her with a ricochet." She opens fire into the cave with her weapon, watching carefully as something rushes out from there, reaching out aggressively with strands of time, though momentary panic hits as things seem to warp, weave and strain slightly.
It's odd, Eleanora is surrounded in time. Bending around her, vibrating…faster than her surroundings. Strings woven and tied to a new source of impulse. She's not just running faster, in that odd half-state where everything slows to a crawl and Katherine can see her, she's not even running, she's at most jogging, whilst her personal time is pushed at many seconds per second.
"Oh fuck." The sight making Katherine gulp suddenly, now entirely panicked, "Oh we massively fucked up." She whispered, watching the strands of her game snap as the bullets somehow all collide into each other in a single dense point, sending shrapnel out that starts to wreck their hiding spot as rocks fall around it. A small avalanche of stone suddenly knocked the entrance closed as she watched Eleanora's fast walk continue. She tried to reach out and see if she could… slow that time down, or make it faster, something to throw her off. Not really thinking, just feeling that sensation of time trying to wail on it without precision or focus.
The rippling field is a hellish thing to…hold? Onto? It's powerful and driven and static, like a freight train on the railroad. Slowing it down is an effort, a time consuming task, and Eleanora notices. "Mes amours, if you start slowing me down, I'll have to…how do you say." She whispers from almost every direction, cool air hitting both of the other women's necks. "Return the favour?"
As Eleanora says that, Katherine thought about what Belltower said, how he worked with probability, not against it. She pushed time the other direction seeing if she could get Eleanora to move faster than she expected, putting her somewhere she didn't expect. "You're going to grab Estelle," She says, then just to the left of Estelle's head, slightly overmark, she fired. Scared of what time may do to her manipulations.
Pushing Eleanora forwards, she turns from a blur to a haze. Catching Estelle with a yelp of pain and fear from her. The round screams past Eleanora and catches a lock of her hair as she vanishes with the other woman, a drifting blonde curl landing on the forest floor.
"Hair counts!" She yelled into the woods, "That totally counts." She says as she sprints to pick up the trophy. She doesn't hear anything. "Hello? Hair counts!" Still nothing, her weapon at the ready as panic clutches her suddenly. No, wait, that was Eleanora she realized with a start.
"Mon amour." Eleanora's voice is almost like a banshee's wail. "I don't think so." She laughs, flickering in the dark between trees. "If you put your weapon down, I'll let you join Estelle." A crooning promise from bright blue eyes in the dark, shining in multiple places.
That bolstered Katherine suddenly, "Oh my god," She said breathlessly, as she mentally counted her bullets, four of seventeen, thirteen left, "You know I can do this." Looking at the eyes with ecstatic fear. Letting the ripple around Eleanora guide her instead of manipulating time, simply watching it.
It's pulse tells the future, Eleanora shifts from place to place, slowly, the pattern becomes known as she speaks. "Nothing is certain, my love." She whispers behind Katherine in an instant, "If you surrender, you'll enjoy it. I promise." Another promise, breathy in Kat's ear as the movements clarify in her minds eye.
The pattern continues, a shape, a string, a ribbon. She watches very very closely hearing the whispers, letting the ripples guide her. Letting a thousand possibilities reach out before her before picking one. Katherine drops her weapon, then simultaneously pulls the trigger on the concealed weapon in it's neoprene sleeve at her side, wincing as the bullet rips just the edge of her hip, but slams into something with a shocked yelp. Katherine turned around to see Eleanora with her hand curled into Katherine's shoulder, a small stain on the very edge of her thigh, and a second hole in the dress. "Was… I don't know if that was a tie or not." She whispered looking.
"What does a tie mean–" Eleanora stops, grinning wide suddenly, a frenetic enjoyment on her face. "Oh, no, mon amour. We did not tie. Estelle lost."
The thought flits through Katherine's mind in excitement, and she starts to blush ever so slightly, "Oh, she's going to hate that." It's a sound of pure enjoyment. She followed Eleanora to a clearing in the wounds where Estelle was staked. "Christ Eleanora," Katherine whispered a little giddy. "You're mean."
"If I was mean." She kneels down, dress splitting at the hip. "I would have bitten her." Eleanora takes the stake out, making Estelle rush back to life, glaring at Katherine. "You used me as bait!" She growls loudly.
"Yes, what's worse is, I tagged Eleanora just as she grabbed my shoulder." Katherine very quickly rushed behind Eleanora anyways at that, terrified but still wanting to tease, "So technically you're the only one who lost when the game ended."
"You–" Is all Estelle gets out before Eleanora has her mouth on Estelle's neck, freezing her with the passage of fangs. "Don't be a sore loser, mon amour." Eleanora's whisper still carries that unnatural, ghostly reverb to it, "I'd hate to punish you." She smiles as she says it, looking forwards to that very much.
Now emboldened and excited as adrenaline and victory courses through her veins, she walks forward, very gently placing her hand just beneath Estelle's waistband. "I keep telling you to go running with me." She whispers, letting her hand simply rest below the waistline. "It's not my fault you're slow." With that she pushes her hand down just a little bit more, to rest just between Estelle's legs. A small giggle as she whispered, "You don't seem that upset about it."
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Eleanora laughs at Estelle's simultaneously enraged and aroused expression, running her tongue up and down her carotid, trying to tease a pulse out of it. "Indulge me, Estelle." She whispers, making Estelle twitch again as she obeys, flush fully appearing on her as she mimics life, veins pulsing to life and bringing a deep enjoyment to Eleanora's entire body. She's still seconds away from biting, never fully pressing her fangs anywhere.
"Mon amour Katerina." The elder says playfully, "What should we do with the defeated? I've too many ideas."
With a small glimmer, "I didn't know if I'd win or lose so… I brought a few party favors?" She said quietly. They were in a clearing at the campsite near Miller's falls, there was no light, tents, anything really besides a few buildings, a fire pit, and a picnic table that had been sanded down by years of wear, use, and time. She stares at Estelle as she brings a few things out of her own baggy camo pockets.
Prolonged eye contact as she very slowly pulls out a telescoping baton placing it gently on the table. Two sets of hand cuffs. A small box of sterilized surgical steel medical grade needles, alcohol, cotton swabs, a set of earrings and resting in a small box of alcohol, a piercing needle with the proper gauge for earrings. "Though, I'll admit I was planning more to lose so I got a little over ambitious."
"H-hey." Estelle starts to bargain, "We can just, you kn–" Estelle is bitten by Eleanora, halfway in, making her groan and lean forward into the fangs.
"Mon amour, we won't hurt you…much." Eleanora promises, separating before Estelle can get her Kiss. Estelle gives a glare at her, still not trying to run off, "Fucking…stupid French…." She grumbles as Eleanora gestures for Katherine to continue.
The final thing she pulls out is a choke chain, for larger dogs, gently putting it around Estelle's head with a smile. Tapping one of the spikes with a grin, before giving her a tender kiss on the lips as she puts it on. Leaning in with a whisper, "Remember Red means stop." Very gently tugging on the chain to lead her to the picnic table. Staring in delight as she shuffles forward. Eleanora gently releases her so she can follow.
"Off." Katherine said pointing at the clothes, her heart now pounding at her rib-cage as she watches the woman very slowly begin to undress. Katherine so rarely got to be on this side of the game. The sound of cloth rubbing against skin made her feel flushed, and seeing Estelle bare under the moonlight gave her a moment of pause. "You're beautiful," she whispered, "Lean on the table." An even softer touch as she grabs Estelle's hands and guides them to grip the table.
"How the fuck do you do this." Estelle complains, still flushed and showing all the clear signs of embarrassment someone can, gripping the table tightly.
"It's the next part that's my favorite." She says as she grabs the telescoping baton letting it whistle through the air with a few practice swings. Slapping her own hand with it to feel the impact before she began. Without saying much else, she brought it down hard just above Estelle's thighs, delighting as a thin almost purple line showed up right where she struck. Excited as she watched the burst vessels slow fill before healing away.
Estelle swore loudly. The table creaking as she gripped it.
"Count…" Katherine said quietly, "Down from fifty, if you mess up we start over…" The baton is very gently tapped up and down the thighs tickling them with the threat of another impact.
"One…" Estelle said, swearing as a second impact came down, this time lower on the thighs slightly above the calves.
"Count down from fifty. So that was Fifty." Katherine said looking at Eleanora excitedly. "At twenty five, Eleanora might give you a bite if you ask nice."
"Fifty…" Estelle said, aggressed and annoyed, but the tingling from the sting not going away, helping something deeper and more ancient be brought out. A very subdued passion that had been left untouched and unseen.
The second baton strike, in the same exact spot, making Estelle say "forty-nine" The next five all coming and going without event, and the five after that equally uneventful. Estelle however, had started to shake around the legs despite the healing, and had started to get nervous.
Katherine brought the wand down hard but stopped moments before impacting Estelle who yelped and in a panic yelped, "Thirty nine!" Which got a laugh out of Katherine, "No… Sorry…" Whispering in her ear, "We start over."
Estelle growled angrily, but didn't let go of the table. At the snarling lips Katherine leaned in gently, giving her a deep and passionate kiss, letting her tongue slide over both of their senses, for a second simply blocking the outer world out. Katherine soon learned that even vampires could bruise with enough time and effort, watching purple splotches blossom on Estelle's skin, with a damaged gray surrounding them. When Estelle had finally gotten to twenty five, Eleanora without warning came in and gave her a bite, hard on the carotid. Letting Katherine watch, making eye contact with her the entire time.
Estelle moaned into The Kiss, as it stretched across her causing blistery lights of pleasure and ecstasy, her whole body stiffening and shaking simultaneously. As Eleanora ceased and pulled away, Katherin whacked her again with the baton, though much lighter than she had previously. Still Estelle yelped, and part of the picnic table crumbled in her hand, wood cracking and splitting under an inhuman grip.
The next twenty-five came just as fast as the first and Katherine whispered to Estelle, "You're such a good girl." Tapping for her to hop on the table. "Good girls get a reward." She's still so quiet and breathy, whispering and pleading the actions into being from Estelle.
With a groan and a mumble she turned around and laid back on the table. Though that groan elongated into a much more satisfied tone as Katherine descended upon her, and Eleanora gave her a second kiss, this one just below the rib cage.
Katherine's head was gripped by two powerful thighs, almost cutting access off to air as she latched on. She let her tongue very gently drift out to gently lap at Estelle's body, parting Estelle's inner lips slightly, moving up and down her core with ease. The sensation brings a choking gasp as it's mixed with the sensation of another bite from Eleanora. Both working in tandem on Estelle, showing that with much pain, comes many rewards. She squeals and writhes under the ministrations of the other two, before Katherine pulls away.
Katherine walks over to the slightly curved piercing needle. "So this was for me." Putting it down with, what on closer observation were definitely not earrings. Bars maybe? Then a rising moment of nerves as Estelle realizes what it might be.
"What are you doing?" She very quietly asks, eyes wide at everything around her as Eleanora teases another bite, looking gleefully at the piercing.
"Nothing," Katherine says, "This isn't a spur of the moment decision kind of thing, I don't even know if vampires can get piercings." Then smiling, "But, if this one was ever one you'd consider…" Katherine ran a finger gently up Estelle's legs before stopping right on top of the clit. "This is one of the many things I learned to do in the loop."
"Uh." Estelle is entranced by the touch and Eleanora's half bites, trying to think but finding her thoughts slipping out of her fingers to conclusions she's not sure are sane. "I-." She's nervous, fingers creaking more of the table's edges as words try and spill out.
"I don't know how to talk right now." Estelle realizes, bluntly stating her issue with a shaky breath.
"Yes, I know! Isn't it great?" Katherine says smiling, her tone suddenly bubbly and warm, "This was just a threat though, I would never actually do this on the first go. It was something I was going to do to myself later. I just wanted to freak you out a bit." She very quickly pulls the box away.
"Unless~." Eleanora whispers to Estelle, "That was desire I saw?" She strokes a hand through Estelle's brown hair, looking at her mascara ridden face, stained with blood and makeup alike from tears. Estelle's freezing reaction makes Eleanora hungry for something.
"If it was, I guess you'll have to lose again." Katherine says slowly putting the box of piercing equipment away almost as if the task was arduous.
"I-fuck." Estelle's staring at Eleanora and then back to Katherine, "What does lose mean." She tries to deflect with a shiver.
"That depends on the next game we play," Katherine says her eyes now delighted, "Though seriously, Yellow, the piercing's not happening tonight without me doing a lot of research on Estelle's uh anatomy."
"Oh thank fuck." Estelle groans out, "Fuck you two, you make me think stupid."
Katherine's grin is from ear to ear now, "See? Being at the bottom is very fun." Then following it up with, "Luckily, poking someone with medical needles is very safe comparatively, and doesn't need nearly as much research." Approaching her chest with the box.