in the morning wind we're through | galloways

[patrick josef galloway]

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stay there, soft and blue.

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VIRGINIA MOON, I'LL WAIT FOR YOU TONIGHT
sweetest invitation, breaking the day in two.[/color]
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[/color]er name was Myrna Davin, the reddish brown haired woman whose face was a little more than a blurr after the morning he'd had the previous day. The name, and the fact that she had one of those amazing pair of breasts that he'd seen on a woman her age in years, had been what Patrick was really interested in. His conversation with Clarissa O`Bryant had left him in quite the predicament. The first being an immense rush of adrenaline that made him reconsider the things that he laid eyes on, and the second, was an erection, of which Patrick never knew vampires could get before, simply because there had never been a human woman who could have brought it around. Except for this one, he reminded himself. Patrick, never one to sit around and simply wait for something to disappear, had resorted to the rather crinkled business card the woman had handed him only moments before the conversation with Clarissa struck up... and, well, he needed to find some way to get rid of the bothersome object, didn't he?

Her back arched as her orgasm came. Patrick could see pint upon pint of blood rushing to her lower abdomen, her rib cage wanting to blast clear from her chest, as did the earsplitting moan that issued from her mouth. She was covered in sweat, which told Patrick that he'd done his job correctly... but who had he been kidding; Patrick always did his job right. Patrick began to come not too soon afterward, making sure to push his way as far into Myrna as her body would physically allow, making the poor woman squeal in pleasurable delight even more. But it wasn't enough for Patrick; he needed to be closer. He stopped the ejaculation midway, and pushed two fingers into her warmth, before he growled lowly. "Oh, what's this? You didn't think you were finished, were you? We'll see just how much more you've got in you." And with that, he attacked her lips with his ferociously, a feral snarl ripping from his throat, taking everything in his power to keep from ripping her head clear from her shoulders.

Pagans said that one could get closer to God by coming to a climax, however Patrick did not believe this. His eyes were squinted tightly shut as his thrusts came harder, sure, filling the popping from Myrna's fingernails popping off against his granite hard skin. Her eyes had rolled back into her head by now, her moans coming out sporadically, every once in a while Patrick could make out the utter of his name, very weakly. There was very little he was permitting her to do; her hands having been pinned to her own breasts, out of demand from him to massage herself, because it helped get him off. He loved it when Aisling tried pleasuring herself while he was carrying out the deed, but for some reason when humans did it, it didn't have quite the effect. Eventually, his efforts paid off, because not only had another cry of ecstasy exploded from Myrna's throat, but Patrick could hear his own cry of pleasure release from his body. Then, his mouth flew her neck, and Myrna's moan of pleasure eventually died out. Get 'em while they're feelin' good, was Patrick's motto.

For a minute, he almost felt regret for the act he'd just done. The warmth of her was white hot as it engulfed him, only having realized that he was still inside of her. He finished her off, two fingers holding at her Jugular vein until he was positive that no pulse remainded. Finally, Patrick sat back up, and looked at his work of art in front of him. A sneer tugged at his upper lip as he shoved the carcus onto the floor, off of his bed, and Patrick left the mattress, stark naked, in search of clothing.

After properly disposing the body and a clean change of clothing, Patrick left the manor under the cover of the night sky. He decided to leave his famous peacoat at home for the night, though he wasn't sure why he ever bothered with it. He looked human enough, in his button-up shirt with a navy blue sweater as cover, and a dress pair of blue jeans. The only thing that possibly could have distinguished him from a human, was the nearly two century old pocket watch that he had a tendency to fiddle with when he walked. Other than that, no one would be none the wiser. The air was damp, as usual. Moisture that lingered in the air was not unusual for Dublin, and Patrick had become accustomed to it. There wasn't even a breeze, which made the night even nicer. He liked it better when his children were out feeding and he could hear the blood-curtling screams pierce the night sky. A wicked smirk played on his face, and what turned out to be an overly-delayed step, turned into a dead sprint, nearly twenty times faster than any human could run.

For whatever odd reason, Patrick began to think of Clarissa O`Bryant and what her vampire incarnate could possibly look like. In fact, just thinking about it made him grow hard again, which he so politely ignored. He could picture Clarissa with a more defined jaw line, but still as round and delicious-looking as ever. Her honey brown eyes filling to the last possible inch with blood red hues, seeing deep into his own eyes, which were the color of red wine, possibly darker simply from his age. Her body would, too, become more distinct, resulting in suple curves in her hip regions and breasts--- Patrick had to quit the thought process before he ran to town and pick up another random woman to exact his pleasure out on. Since their parting yesterday, though, it was a common thought that invaded his mind, willingly or not. Clarissa was very fair as a human, but as a vampire, Patrick could envision her as being absolutely stunning. Possibly even more so than his Aisling, which would take one hell of a lot to be able to do. His oldest child was by far his favorite creation of his undead existence, because she always knew the ways in which she could please him best. Aileen, though fiery in the bedroom, was still extremely naive to Patrick's preferences. Aisling was predictable, teaching Aileen was a chore, but Clarissa, he hoped, would be an adventure all on its own.

Sometimes while he thought these thoughts, he wondered how his two 'daughters' would react to a creature like Clarissa. Would they become infuriated? Aisling was infuriated for the longest time after she learned that Patrick had turned Aileen for the same uses as she, feeling betrayed. Until Patrick smoothed it over, telling her that Aisling was the only one who would ever be able to 'make a man' out of him, in respects. Aileen was getting close, but she couldn't seem to finish the job yet. Sometimes, if he was feeling exceptionally twisted, he'd tell the two to have at it themselves, so that Aisling could teach Aileen all Patrick's erogenous areas on her own body, the idea seemed to sink in so much clearer. It was his youngest daughter whose reaction he was concerned with the most. Aileen was still wild yet, still so young. He had much work yet ahead of him with her, and feared (almost) that the introduction of a fourth would send her over the edge. But, as he promised himself, Clarissa would have a pulse until he decided to end it himself. If that meant the murder of his youngest, wildest daughter, then that would be it. Aileen's only real purpose was to bring him satisfaction any way, and Aisling was more of a daughter to him than Aileen was anyway.

In the midst of his contemplation, Patrick found himself in a familiar place. Glendalough Lake was a favorite request for his services, when clients came to him with funeral plans. He had always that it were the ruins of chapels that made them feel closer with God, and he found this quite comical, to say in the least. His face showed no emotion, simply turning his eyes over different features of the lake. The clarity of the lake itself, which was always a mystery to him, considering that the dogs loved to swim in its depths. Patrick's hands found his pockets as he slowed his pace considerably, wondering what would dare try to hop out at him here. Humans, more than likely. Glendalough Lake was a scenic favorite with the humans, he'd used the lake as pick-up grounds at some point in his existence past, if he remembered correctly.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

secret fascination;

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1456 WORDS | GALLOWAYS! | GLENDALOUGH LAKE | STYLIN' | LYRICS by FOO FIGHTERS[/center][/size][/font]

[aisling genevieve galloway]

begging for so much more
than you could ever give
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Usually, Aisling liked to play with her meals, but on this particular day, she was far more thirsty than usual. She worked as a waitress now and then at a small pub. Though it would be hard to believe that she would do such a thing, it made a lot more sense when one knew her motives. The pub was often discribed as a 'dive', and most of the people -- mainly men -- whom would enter the place were in lesser spirits and often looking for death, or perhaps a good time -- some of the few waitresses were also in order to provide those needs. Most had low estime, which made Aisling's manipulation a lot simpler. She would entrance a few of those men and after her shift, they'd all come see here. She'd give each one a time and place so they could come see her. She liked calling those 'appointments'. She'd play around with them and drain them dry when she grew tired of them, or when they wouldn't last.

The reason why she was more thirsty on this day was because the owner of the establshement, the only person she wasn't supposed to feed apon -- she had to keep the job, right -- had made her take two shifts, plus it payed quite handsomely. And being around humans for that long didn't sit well with Aissy. Thus, her 'appointments' were closer together this time, gving her enough time to drain them and leave them somewhere they would be found between each one. Of course, the sole purpose of leaving the corpses to be found with no evidance was so that someone would find them, and Patrick would have an other funeral to plan for the victim. It was profit, the way Aise saw it. Working had it's benefits for her, and her family.

After finishing her fifth meal and 'properly' disposing of the body, Aisling was satisfied, not fully, but just enough. She could of had ten, but that would be a little too suspisious for this kind of day. Aisling headed back home, taking her glorious time at it. Not that she was avoiding going back home, but she wasn't rushed either. She had an eternity, why not slow down a little, and look at what she could possibly play with tomorrow or later on -- she'd follow the scents later on of there was anything interesting. The Glendalough Lake provided what she needed, sometimes. Walking along the paths in ridiculously high yellow pumps on which any normal female would quickly and easily break her ankle, Aise browsed what she saw. She was wearing a black dress --she often wore black dresses -- that clung to her body, accenting her shape, that went strait down off her hips, endng before her knees, and was squared off at the neckline. It was very simple in shape, but it seemed far from it when she wore it. It had no sleeves, but had thick strapes. It did not seem out of place for the type of weather, however, for the mugginess would make someone warm, making it perfect.

It didn't take Aisling long to find that Patrick was there as well. Patrick quite a fahter figure to the Galloways, and for the few first years of her immortality, Aisling could have let him be so more. She hadn't been very easy to put up with; she was, of course, wild, but furious. Mainly furious toward Walton, the man she had loved who had attempted to kill her, and had almost succeeded. She had put a lot of trust in Patrick never to speak of most of her earlier years, for sometimes she'd break down. She did not want that to get around. Especially not within her own coven; they wouldn't look at her the same if he told them. Aissy appriciated that Patrick had still kept his word. Though it hadn't taken her too long before she reverted to the way she was before Walton; a manipulative sort of temptress.

She headed towards him, a light grin on her lips; he'd be glad to know he'd be hearing from five different people for funerals in the not-so-distant future. "Hello, Patrick." She greeted him as she reached him.

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and i don't want you to adore me
don't want you to ignore me
song: muscle museum by muse

[aileen liadan galloway]

Ever since Aileen had become a vampire, she had been fighting for Patrick's attention. She didn't like how fond he was over Aisling rather than her. She was much more beautiful than dear Aisling, how could Patrick be more fond of Aisling than her? It was very annoying and frustrating for her, because she found herself trying to please Patrick so he'd grow fonder of her and ignore Aisling. She hated being around her 'sister' and avoided her as best she could. All it usually ended up being, when they were near each other was a fight. Aileen, admittedly, was a very jealous person by nature. So to know that Patrick enjoyed Aisling's company more than her own bothered her a great deal. So much so that she was tempted at times to figure out a way to kill Aisling. Even before she was a vampire, she had quite the temper, it has just intensified sense then. A temper with being a vampire was not a good mix, especially since she's still so young. So you best watch out if you ever happen to get on her bad side. Unlike Aisling, Aileen didn't work currently, due to being unstable when it came to being around humans.

Still, there was something she had in common with Patrick and Aisling, she did enjoy messing with her prey before draining them. So for the most part she went for men she found attractive and took them somewhere, whether it being her place or there's, or whever they could get some privacy. Her sexual needs only seemed to intensify after she was changed, for whatever reason. So why not kill two birds with one stone? That's how she saw it anyway, if they were going to die, why not let them enjoy themselves for a little while?

As sadistic as it may sound to the outsider, she had been in the bedroom with Patrick before, and honestly she didn't mind it too much. Why? Because he was damn good at what he does and she thought he was rather attractive. She had been told by Aisling and Patrick, that she had a lot to learn and that bothered her to no end. Still, she was doing her best to please Patrick, so that he would see that she was much better than Aisling.

After taking care of her thirst by draining quite a few men, Aileen found herself bored and realized that Patrick was not home at the moment. Curious, she decided to follow his scent to find him. Dressed in new clothes, as she had gotten the other ones rather dirty, Aileen followed his scent straight to Glendalough Lake. When she picked up Aisling's scent she growled in displeasure. Of course she had to be here too. She then heard her voice as well, and that bothered her even more when she greeted Patrick. Fixing her hair quickly so that the curls were looser she then headed towards where the two of them were, a fake, but convincing smile on her face. "Hello Patrick." She said before glancing over at Aisling briefly, her voice tight as she greeted her. "Aisling." She said, unable to help how her tone came out slihglty bitter. She then looked back to Patrick. "What are you doing out here?" She asked as she headed over towards him.

Aileen's outfit

[aisling genevieve galloway]

begging for so much more
than you could ever give
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It was far from a shock when Aisling realized Aileen was headed their way. Aileen had a knack of showing up when she wasn't wanted, or so it was in Aissy's opinion. Since the day Aisling had found out Patrick's motives behind transforming Aileen, she disliked the girl. At the time, she was even terribly angry and furious with her 'father' -- perhaps master would be a more suitible term, from other's points of view -- she felt entirely betraited. Was she not enough to keep him happy -- keep him satisfied? Was she not good enough for him? She did everything and anything he wanted or asked, and still did. Was that not good enough for him? Aisling was not going let his new addition take the spot light. Up until the present day, Aise loathed her 'sister'. Every Galloway knew the two disliked each other with a passion. They always faught -- mainly physically -- but you could not call those 'cat fights'. They took to fighting very ferociously. And they did this very often, the tension was always agrivating; each girl was fighting for the same thing. Their 'disputes' were mostly over Patrick. But, if he wished them to stop, at anytime in a fight, they both did. Neither was happy about it, but they did it. What Patrick said, wanted, asked, demanded, and so on, they obliged. Anything to please him. One dared cross him, especially when he was in a bad mood. Consequences were far from pleasant, naturally.

It had taken Aisling a very long time to, somewhat, forgive Patrick. During that time, she tried to keep away from Patrick, and especially away from him bedroom. It was harder than she thought it would have been. She was so accustumed to being around him, wanting to be around him, being in his bedroom, wanting to be in his bedroom... it was like breaking out of a long time habit or routine, or trying to quit a long time addiction. She still had a hard time getting used to the idea that she had to 'share' Patrick with someone who was not going to be his meal in the end. But he reassured her that Aileen was meerly a 'toy' and that she paled in comparasion next to her. For some odd reason that even she did not understand, she believed him, and forgave him (as much as that could be possible). Aisling never wanted to do that again; staying away from him was much too difficult. Especially when she knew he was with Aileen at the time. But it still did not change her attitude about her younger competition.

Aisling frowned in a digusted manner as Aileen came over to see them. She crossed her arms across her chest as Aileen greeted Patrick and practically hissed her name in a sort of 'greeting'. "Aileen." She returned in the same, obnoxious tone. There was no need to hide their dislike for each other, even less around Patrick, or Aiden and Connor. As Aileen headed closer to Patrick, Aisling was even more displeased. Well, more infuriated and annoyed would be more exact. Aise would never been jelous of her female coven mate; no matter if Patrick gave her more time, more things, or anything else. No matter, even, if Aileen eventually turned out to be better than her when it came to pleasing Patrick. Aisling would never be jelous. Just widly mad. Jelousy was for weaker people, she found.

As they stood there, near the lake, Aisling glared at her 'sister' and watched her closely. She knew that in the public eye, it was not very intelligant to start a fight with Aileen, but she would do it, if the blond crossed the line. "Well, I was just going to tell Patrick that he'd have five more clients in the near future." They always reported how many they killed, mainly to let Patrick know how many to expect.

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and i don't want you to adore me
don't want you to ignore me
song: muscle museum by muse