Angry Birds is my GAME

Name: Lucille Adrian Morrow
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Hair/Eye: Black/Blood
Species: Blood Abishai

Name: Terrance Teagan Thomas
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Hair/Eye: Dark Brown/Light green
Species: Earth/Plant Abishai


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Flashing lights pursued her car, the driver seeming less than enthused to be in chase, the siren wailing overhead.

The girl sighed and rolled her eyes, considering accelerating for a few brief moments before exhaling exasperatedly and pulling to the side of the highway.

He followed, taking his sweet time to eventually emerge from the car, completely in uniform as he rubbed his scruffy face. He scratched the back of his head as he knocked on her window, yawning a little.

She rolled down her window, looking up at him and pushing the sunglasses from her eyes to rest on her forehead. Her blood-red eyes fixated on him with an eerie fascination, and she tilted her head, naturally pale skin accentuated by her wavy, black hair.

He stared at her for what felt like forever, countless seconds inching by until he finally blinked, looking away and then back to her. "I, uh... do you know how fast you were going, ma'am?"

She seemed enchanted for a few moments, but then her eyes widened, and she threw the car into drive, abruptly speeding away.

He cursed, backing away from her car to return to his, disgruntled. He almost called for backup, but decided against it, simply flipping his siren back on and jumping back into pursuit, determined.

The girl, no older than sixteen, cackled as the highway blurred past her, turning sharply down a deserted road in an attempt to lose him.

He skidded after her, chasing her and waiting for her to stop. He clicked off his siren - he needed no assistance, after all, and so no attention.

She glanced in her rearview at this, but then narrowed her eyes, increasing speed. After maybe five minutes or so of this, though, she groaned and suddenly squealed to a stop, throwing the car in park and turning off the car only to jump out and dart into waist-high grass, making a rapid dash into the nearby forest.

He rolled his eyes, slamming on the brakes and exiting the car. He took his gun and keys, running into the forest after her doggedly.
Several hours later, as the sun began to sink, Terrance gave up. He kicked some stones away from a clearing in between trees, observing the surroundings, and then lifted his hands, focusing.
Trees sprouted from the ground, their roots hardening into a small hut, perhaps six feet tall and seven feet in diameter. He left a hole in the side for circulation but otherwise there were no openings, the inside of the hut carpeted with a bedding of clean grass. He set his gun, keys, cigarettes, and belt on the ground, encasing them in a thick safe of rock with a few simple hand movements, and then pulled off his shirt, yawning.
By the time night arrived, Terrance was soundly asleep in his new shelter, completely exhausted from the physical trials of the day.

Lucy crawled into the hut after he'd fallen asleep, curiously approaching him. Outside of the vehicle, it became apparent that short-shorts and a tight, black tank top fit admirably to her curves. She went to him, bending down close to him and inhaling his scent deeply. She closed her eyes, pushing long, black tresses behind her ear as she engulfed herself in his aroma.

He shifted as he noticed this, eyes fluttering open as he looked up at her, swallowing calmly. He reached up, gripping the back of her neck and pulling her down to inhale along her neck deeply.

She grinned and shuddered a little, pressing her hands into his chest and touching her lips to his neck lightly. "Can I bite you?" she whispered with a light chuckle.

"Have at it," he laughed softly, resting his free hand on the small of her back as he simultaneously basked in her scent while kissing along her neck and shoulder hungrily.

"You're a terrible police officer," she giggled, but then sank her fangs into his neck, groaning a little and gripping the back of his head to keep him close.

Terrance stiffened, digging his fingers into her skin and gasping through suffocating joy. He closed his eyes as he gradually relaxed, melting into enjoyment beneath her.

Lucy wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his back, keeping him pressed against her, but then forced herself away with a gasping breath, licking the blood from her lips.

He shuddered, his scent muddled with lust and euphoria, and then he met her lips longingly, tightening his grip on her.

She moaned into his mouth, keeping her arms and legs tight around him as she vehemently responded to this.

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Lucy kissed his chest, inhaling deeply and running her fingers through his hair. "You know I'm sixteen, right?" she whispered with a chuckle.

"Nope," he replied simply, a loose, comfortable grip on her. "Guess I'm a bad cop after all." His eyes were closed, a faint smile playing across his lips in a mixture of humor and bliss.

"How old are you, police man?" she teased, sucking a teasing hickey into the nape of his neck.

He grinned, looking up at her and then shifting to hold himself over her, kissing her lips and her cheek and her neck, obsessed with her touch. "Twenty-four, naughty girl," he chuckled.

"Mmm... I've never slept with someone that much older than me before." She grinned up at him, running her fingers through his hair. "So why didn't you call any backup, police man?"

Terrance smiled, running his fingers slowly up her thigh, kissing her eyelids lightly. "Didn't need any, now, did I?"

Lucy shuddered, giggling a little. "You're a veeeery terrible police officer, Mr. Police Man," she teased, kissing his neck and shoulder affectionately and digging her fingernails into his back.

His grin broadened and he gripped her thigh in a hand, simultaneously holding her in place and enjoying her curves as he met her lips deeply.

She groaned softly at his touches, pressing her body against him and wrapping her arms tightly around him.

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"What's your name, police man?" Lucy asked, wearing only her bra on her top half and shorts on her bottom half. She was sitting semi-cross-legged, sketching idly with a colored pencil in her teeth.

"Terrance Teagan Thomas," he answered, accentuating the T's as he lit a cigarette, inhaling the smoke and exhaling in a ring. "And you, my rulebreaker?"

"Lucille Adrian Morrow," she replied, looking up at him and tucking her hair behind her ear. "So, Mr. Thomas, are we in love with each other?"

He met her gaze, tilting his head minutely, and then flicked the end of his cigarette absently. "Yeah, I imagine so," he answered after a bit. "And that's Officer Thomas to you, young lady."

"Yeah, well. Since when do I acknowledge authority?" She took the pencil from her mouth, yawning and stretching comfortably.

Terrance chuckled, poking her with his toes playfully. "I guess never."

Lucy giggled, slapping his feet away. "S'right. Don't you forget it." She crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling up at him.

He grinned, taking the cigarette from his lips to press a kiss to the side of her mouth. "Wouldn't dream of it."

She kissed his cheek several times, giggling and fussing with his scraggly hair. "Good. 'Cause then I'd have to correct you." She kissed his lips for a few long seconds, snatching his cigarette and then inhaling from it.

He laughed, kissing along her neck and then nibbling on her earlobe. "Well it's a good thing we see things the same way."

Lucy smiled, hugging his neck and closing her eyes happily. "Yes. A very good thing."

Terrance smiled also, tightening his grip on her and kissing her neck. "Do me a favor?"

"Depends," she replied, looking up at him and running her hands through his hair.

"Abide by the speed limits so that you don't get imprisoned?" He rested a hand on her neck, touching their foreheads together.

She frowned, kissing him softly. "No."

He kissed her in return, longer, and then mumbled, "But I won't always be the cop tailing you," against her lips.

"Why not?" she mumbled against him in return, framing his face with her hands.

He closed his eyes with a little sigh. "I can't drive with you everywhere you go. Other people will find you, and you'll get in much more trouble, and I won't be able to defend you."

"Why not?" she asked, pulling back and tilting her head a little. "Besides, I can protect myself. I haven't had a good meal in a long time anyway." She grinned lightly.

"But if you get caught killing and speeding and running into a forest and it's not me, you'll get arrested, and jailed, and nothing good will happen." He looked up at her, raising his dark eyebrows.

Lucy frowned and shook her head. "I can defend myself. Honestly. I'm sorta famous for it."

"I believe it, baby." He smiled a little, inhaling from the cigarette and exhaling away from her. "I just don't wanna be called on to assist someone incarcerate you, because they won't be nice, and I won't be able to help you, and I'll have to watch, and... it'll suck."

"No, it won't." She kissed his lips softly. "It'll be fine. I always get my way out of sticky situations."

Terrance kissed her again, silent for a moment, before inhaling from the cigarette again, exhaling his stress away. "You tire me out," he teased, closing his eyes. "I need you to abide by the speed limits, for me, please. You're gonna get a helicopter chase or something."

"That'd be fun, though! And then I could go dragon and be like RAAAAWR!" she cried, giggling and rubbing his face playfully with her hands.

He smiled, kissing her sweetly, but then untangled himself from her. "I need to take a piss," he murmured as a door opened in the side of their hut, stepping out of it and unbuckling his pants with a sigh.

"That's gross," she answered, falling back on the ground and yawning. "Hey, baby?"

"Mm?" he called back.

"Can we get married?"

"Well, I gotta divorce my wife first."

"How long will that take?" she yawned, closing her eyes and stretching.

He shrugged, letting his head fall back, tired. "After you divorce somebody, you have to wait six months before you can get married again. Polygamy laws."

"What about Vegas?" she asked, rolling over onto her stomach.

He yawned as he closed the front of his pants, turning to return to the hut, the door weaving shut behind him. "That'll work, so long as nobody finds out."

"Who're we gonna tell?" she mumbled, eyes closed comfortably.

"Good point." He sank to the ground beside her, linking an arm around her and pulling her close, kissing her temple. "I'll get the divorce papers pushed through by the end of next week."

Lucy curled up against him and kissed his chin. "Good. Then we can sneak off, right?"



Lucy yawned, sinking into a chair at a nearby lunch table and looking around awkwardly.

"Hey, lookit this," a blonde boy chuckled as he set down his bag. "A chick's at our table."
Darryl chuckled, setting down a tray of food beside her, his scent the scent of cigarettes and animal. "Well, well. What's your name?"

She looked up at him and smirked. "Who's askin'?"

He grinned charmingly, sinking into a seat beside her. "I'm Darryl. So who are you?"

"Lucy. Nice to meet you." She grinned a little.

Darryl chuckled, nodding and popping open a soda. "So, Lucy. You seem new. Wanna hang out after school today?"

"Hell yeah, but I can't. I have to pick up my daughter from daycare." She picked idly at her food, smiling up at him.

He grinned, resting his chin in a hand. "Just bring her. We won't smoke around her or anything."

"Where are we gonna go?" she asked, leaning back in the chair casually and tilting her head.

"Dunno. Saxon has a shack behind his house that's awesome for idling, and we could run by sonic. It's happy hour, after all."

"Uh, no thanks to Mr. Saxon shack. Don't want any pot around my kid, thank you. I've been down that road, brosky." She grinned a little. "But Sonic sounds good. I guess I'm meeting you there?"

"Works for me. See you at three?" He grinned, munching on a mozzarella stick.
The blonde frowned. "We don't smoke THAT much pot..."

"I suppose so, Mr. Darryl." Lucy looked to the blonde and smirked, raising a brow. "Yeah, yeah. I've been to shacks before. I'm not retarded."

Darryl chuckled, kicking at Saxon's chair. "Very awesome."

"And don't you be getting any ideas, either." She held up her left hand, wiggling the finger that was decorated with a diamond ring.

He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not here to interfere with your mister. I've just never found somebody to relate to. You know?"

"What, are you a dragon, too?" she asked with a smirk, tilting her head. "I thought I smelled something about you."

He shrugged. "And I you. But I won't try anything funny. Promise."

Lucy nodded in approval, grinning and taking a drink of juice. "Alrighty then. As long as you know about me, I think we're set." She looked to the blonde and raised a brow. "Am I clear?"

He grinned brightly, holding up his right hand. "I swear. Besides, I'm harmless."

"You're Saxon?" she asked, tilting her head.

"So i am, little miss." He smiled, offering a hand. "And it is nice to meet you!"

She shook his hand with a smile, cradling her chin in her hands. "It's nice to meet you both too. I think I'll fit in with you guys, huh?"

"Yeah, i think so," he agreed, grinning warmly. "You seem pretty rad."
"Nobody says rad anymore, idiot," Darryl chuckled, and Saxon stuck out his tongue.

"Um, I say rad. Duh." Lucy grinned, sipping her drink.

He beamed, and Darryl laughed. "You're both lame."

"YOU'RE lame," she corrected, laughing a little in return.