b a c k t o r e a l i t y xx (cont) Aug 8, 2006 15:30:28 GMT
Post by VAN [.S t r i k e.] on Aug 8, 2006 15:30:28 GMT
Grumbling the man wandered down the streets, work boots thudding along the pavement as he was so stressed out tonight, he had bummed a cigarette off of another guy- with much persuasion of course. Sighing he lit the cigarette, drawing it to his lips and inhaling before puffing the smoke out with a grunt, he hadn’t had one of these babies in maybe five years! Gaze lifted at the sound of struggling, ragged breathing and quick shufflings heard before he watched a man step out into the street, Van scowled and watched as the attacker basically sprinted down the alleyway. "Punk-ass kid.." He thought aloud to himself with a snort, spitting onto the pavement beside him before gaze caught hold of someone who wasn’t meant to be down here, or shouldn’t be down here for the obvious reasons. Brows furrowed before he tossed the cigarette butt onto the cement and stepped on it, putting it out before bending down and drawing the blonde tresses back from her face- if he hadn’t have known better he wouldn’t have recognized her with the hair colour change!
Eyes widened and he immediately found the blood on her scalp and hands, a frown seen as he didn’t dare check any where else due to his quick to ignite temper. Shaking his head Van allowed gaze to scan over the woman’s figure; torn clothes, drawn up skirt and missing panties, the ideal condition from a rape attack. Eyes rolled before he pulled the woman to her feet, a hand grasping her stomach and easily holding her up against the wall as he straightened out her skirt and top before pulling her over his shoulder, moving a hand to the hem of her skirt, on her tight little ass so that no one else would go all googly-eyed on her. Grunting lightly he bent down with her over his shoulder and picked up her purse, turning as he continued down the alleyway once more, dammit, what a perfect way to end such a perfect night. Van really considered taking up smoking for a lifetime, along with drinking when he wasn’t out on duty, life was too boring without being around others, so perhaps this woman would be able to entertain him for the next little while..
The man had placed her in his car and taken her back to his estate, quite amused that she had not woken yet, even as the large, heavy iron gates were screeching closed behind them and he carried her about quickly, though not exactly gently. Stepping out of the vehicle he drew the woman from the passenger’s seat, once more she was over his shoulder and he slammed the door before carrying her into the large estate. Seeing as his housekeeper was a small, older woman, he didn’t wish to make her work too much, so Van carried the woman up to his ensuite bathroom, running the water for the Jacuzzi-like bathtub warm and then undressing her before placing her into it. Yawning he glanced to the digital clock in his room -4:36AM- no shit, he was tired. Large hands were drawn to his eyes as he rubbed the palms of his hands into them and groaned with another yawn, gaze lingering back to the woman once in a while- just to make sure she didn’t drown.