Sleeping With The Enemy [Alexander]

[Roxi Kapolla]

Finally.
It had been five years since she had been searching for the men who had killed her family in cold blood, simply because they had posessed a few shiny things. Revenge had been the only thing that kept Roxi alive and made her get up in the morning. The thought of one day being able to take the life of the man or men that had taken the innocent lives of her entire family and possibly taken her middle brother hostage. Since that fateful day, she had known that she wouldn't be able to live a normal life again, especially not when her family's killers were running around enjoying the spoils they had stolen from her.

It seemed like just yesterday she had been that terrified teenage girl, unable to do anything to save her family. And she would have. . . should have been dead too. If she would have just listened to her parents' rules and stayed in bed instead of sneaking out late at night to meet up with the boy she had thought she might be in love with. But who knew what love was at the age of sixteen? She sure as hell didn't and it had been the so called love of the neighbor boy that had saved her life. Or doomed her life. Which ever way you wished to look at it.

And there were definitely many lonely days where she found herself wishing she had been sleeping in her bed at home so that she would have been killed along with the rest of her family. Because then her life wouldn't be so empty and hate filled like it was now. But then she remembers looking into her father's eyes as he took his last few breaths and the joy that was there to see that his only daughter was alive and well was enough to make her keep pushing forward.

And that was exactly what she was doing tonight.

She had finally obtained the information she had been needing in order for her to make the next move in getting revenge for her family. The name of the man. Alexander Malbec. That was the name of the man that had led the gang who had killed her family. And tonight she was about to make a huge dent in what she owed her family.

In a tavern, and not the nicest tavern at that, she had been informed that Alexander would be coming here tonight and she had a plan all worked out to help her get him alone first of all. If he was the leader of a huge gang that had been involved in the killings then she doubted they would be alone just in the tavern when there were lots of other drunken people about. No, getting him alone would be her best bet and she knew the only way to get any man alone was to seduce them. But luckily that much she was good at.

The only problem was that she had no idea what this Alexander guy looked like and the man she had gotten the information from had said that he wouldn't be arriving till late that night. So that meant she would have to camp out in the tavern and wait for a man that looked like he was in charge arrived. Perfect. Maybe this wasn't going to be as easy as she had been hoping it would be.

Sighing a bit, Roxi turned her light blue gaze to the bar tender and ordered a strong drink. Might as well enjoy herself since she very well could end up dead by the end of the night. Taking a long swig from the drink the bar tender handed her, she thanked him and tossed a coin on the bar before turning her back to him so that she could look out at all of the folks that were occupying the tavern already. She was dressed a bit more sexy than normal since she did have a job to do tonight and every little bit helped. She was attractive, she knew that but she might as well play up her advantages as much as possible.

Tonight she was wearing a pair of jeans that covered her brown cowboy boots and were torn along the bottom a bit as well as having a few holes in them on one of the knees and her upper thigh as well. Her top was a corset with black ribbon tying up the back and thin straps that went over her shoulders. It also gave anyone walking by a nice view of her cleavage as well as showing off her flat, toned stomach a bit as well. Picking up her drink once more, she toasted herself for good luck before downing the rest of the drink and preparing for whatever the evening brought.

[Alexander Malbec]

Alexander Malbec


You want me to come over, I got an excuse,
Might be holding your hand, but I’m holding it lose,
Go to talk, then we choke—it’s like our neck in a noose,
Avoid the obvious, we should be facing the truth...

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.xXx.[/color] Sarcastic, cerulean eyes narrowed as the man watched the stranger before him, a tiny, mocking little smirk tugging up the corners of his plush lips. Alexander’s head tilted then, a considerably predatory action to behold, as he observed the aggressive, drunken man before him, of whom staggering closer in obvious longing for a fight. He was amused to say the least with the current situation, and even as the fool hollered and lifted his fists in ready, the dirty-blonde could only stand, arms crossed, his expression shifting into that of a bluntly arrogant, smug man; mocking, yet sickly content. Alexander had always been the type of individual to feed off of the chaos around him, and as many of his kind did, relished in the possibility of a fight. It was no challenge for him, ruffling other’s feathers without making it look intentional, and this drunken fool would be no different.

He would end up in a puddle of his own blood, just like all of the rest.

“C’mon, ya fucker, hurry up. I need t’ get home within the hour.” He slurred, and Alexander neatly unfolded his muscled arms, flexing his fingers in a rather prolonged, slow fashion. A small crowd had quickly begun to gather around the two, and though some knew the drunk to be a rather vicious fighter when provoked, they were more startled as to why the tipsy individual would choose Alexander, of all bloody people, to fight. He’d slaughtered without hesitation before—what was to say he would stop when the man was unconscious? It was this, the uncertainty flowing from the smaller crowd in waves, in which Alexander flourished in. They were tense, insecure, and by the expression etched onto several of their faces, frightened, as well. At the very thought, Alexander’s lips pulled into a deliciously dangerous grin, eyes darkening.

If they wanted a show, he would be happy to oblige.

Slowly, with obvious practice, Alexander closed his fists, holding them neatly near his face, before motioning for the drunken man to come forwards. As most of the snivelling, drunken fools did, he charged forwards, blindly throwing his fists in Alexander’s general direction. The man was hit twice—once in the stomach and the other in the shoulder—though, that hardly phased him. He’d faced far worse before, and two, measly little punches was hardly enough to get him to surrender. Practically fearless, with little to no respect for boundaries, Alexander was a mighty force to be reckoned with; obviously, this man had a lesson to learn. A lesson, of which, that Alexander was happy to teach. Immediately, the muscled individual struck out at the man, his fist slamming into the side of the drunks’ face, caused him to stagger backwards, shocked thoroughly with the absolute power of the hit.

Alexander didn’t give the stranger time to respond, however, and instead met his shock with a swift punch to the gut, and as the man hunkered over with the blow, grabbed at the back of his neck to slam the his face into Alexander’s eagerly awaiting knee. A stifled groan slipped from the stranger’s lips then, and, knowing well he’d won within a good thirty seconds, Alexander released his hold on the man. He flopped to the ground, limp, and Alexander kneeled down, his smile having not faltered throughout their entire little dance. “It was an absolute pleasure to meet you,” He drawled, his voice dripping with mocking. “I would suggest, however, not picking fights with men that would easily rip you apart, if granted the opportunity.” He finished, ending in a harsh whisper, his lips pulling into a nasty, vicious little sneer. Only then, once he’d said his part, did the man stand, fish a coin out of his pocket, before flicking at the limp body of the bloodied drunk below him. With a brief glance about him, Alexander was rather pleased to find majority of people had backed up, alarmed with such sudden, discreet ferocity. He, in return, tilted his hat, winked at one of the woman standing tucked into the safety of her husband’s arm, and strode from the group, his head held high, dominance radiating from him in waves.

He’d tried to warn him.

The sun had long ago begun to sink beneath the top of the horizon, casting the sky in various shades of orange and red, and as Alexander made his way towards the nearest Tavern, he was vitally aware of the fact he’d told an old friend of his that he would meet him—however, by the looks of it, he was far, far too early. The man’s brow furrowed slightly with the thought, before smoothing out once more, correcting his expression of the flaw before another could catch sight of it. Perhaps spending some extra time within the saloon wouldn’t be so bad? Alexander rounded the corner and approached the smaller building without problem, shoving open the door when he got near enough, a slight smirk curving his lips as the cool air from inside rushed to meet him. Immediately, the man slipped off his hat, holding it at his side, before beginning to walk towards the bar, ignoring the little stares he got, from those who were aware of his vicious status.

It was then, in which he laid eyes upon her.

Sitting neatly at the bar, empty drink sitting just arm’s-length away, sat a woman of stunning proportions; flawlessly dressed, plush lips, and a fabulous body to boot. Taking a quick glance about him to ensure she wasn’t accompanied by anyone, Alexander didn’t break his stride in walking up behind her, and slipping into the bar right beside her. He rested both elbows on the cool surface, before ordering, and turning in order to send her a intoxicatingly charming, yet dangerous, little smirk. “There must be a reason as to why a woman such as yourself,” Alexander paused in order to graciously let his eyes roam over her curvaceous body, satisfaction and a new, lusty hunger churning within the depths of his expression, before continuing. “is in her lonesome, at this time of night.” His voice was somewhat low, as though uttering a secret he only wished for her to hear, his eyes hungry; feasting eagerly upon the beauty before him. He was eager, and though thoughts of his old friend loomed within the back of his mind, he was entirely sure he could reschedule, should he get the chance to spend a little time with the woman before him.

It’s the same old you, the same old me,
You get bored, and I get cold feet,
Get high, get wandering eyes,
Forget I’ve never, ever had it so sweet...

Words: 1, 189
Muse: Meh
Notes: Hope it's alright, I didn't proof it :c[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Roxi Kapolla]

Roxi was getting ready to settle in for a very long wait when a rather ruggedly attractive man strolled through the door. Giving him no more than a single glance, she turned her gaze back to the bar tender before ordering herself another beer and tossing another coin on the countertop as her second drink arrived. Lifting the mug to her plush pink lips, she took a drink but decided it would be best to try and make this one last a bit longer than her first one had. After all, she was already feeling the buzz of the alcohol making it's way through her veins. The last thing she needed was to be completely drunk when the man that murdered her family showed up. Which she still wasn't sure she would be able to find him but she wasn't giving up hope. This was the closest she had been to getting justice for her family that she would at least try instead of giving up.

As she was actually starting to relax a bit, mostly thanks to the alcohol that she had guzzled earlier, the man that had caught her eye just moments earlier was standing beside her at the bar. His voice brought her attention to him and she turned her body so she was facing him instead of the rest of the bar. As her own light blue eyes came to land on him, a flirtatious smirk spread across her own face as well at the sight of him. He was definitely quite an attractive man and she watched his eyes look her up and down appreciatively before he spoke, asking her why she was in the tavern alone at this time of night. His voice was soft as if speaking a secret that only she was allowed to hear. He had a sense of danger about him that clung to every part of his being from his eyes to his stance. And while she usually tried to stay away from dangerous looking men, there was something tantalizing about him that made her want to get closer to him rather than further away.

As his question registered in her head, she wasn't quite sure what to say in reply because she wasn't about to go around telling everyone that she was there to kill the man who had killed her family. That would only cause her more trouble than good. No, she thought quickly which she had gotten incredibly good at and easily came up with a flirtatious response.

"Just lookin' for someone to keep me company." she replied, an equally mischievious smirk making it's way across her pink lips as she watched him with her light blue eyes. As she spoke, she leaned her upper body towards him a bit more, closing the space that was already almost non existant between them. She knew that she should tell the man to piss off and focus on her mission at hand but she just couldn't seem to pull her gaze away from his rugged yet mysterious face. She had a bad feeling that the night wasn't going to end up going the way she had been planning on it going and was just praying that if she did end up getting caught up with this man, which she wasn't completely opposed to, then she would at least get another chance to get her hands on her family's murderer if she missed her chance tonight.

[Alexander Malbec]

Alexander Malbec


You want me to come over, I got an excuse,
Might be holding your hand, but I’m holding it lose,
Go to talk, then we choke—it’s like our neck in a noose,
Avoid the obvious, we should be facing the truth...

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.xXx.[/color] If womanizing could be considered a skill, learned only through years upon year of uninterrupted practice, then, perhaps, Alexander would be considered that of the highest womanizing ability; a master, a conqueror—a king. He’d long ago perfected his abilities of catching the attention of the female race, thanks to his years of observing and testing certain theories, and now, because of such skills, he was able to catch most women without so much as a hint of hesitation. There were some that posed somewhat of a resistance, though hardly enough to keep their hormones aside after a single, heated touch; a brush of the lips, a caress of the hand on particularly sensitive skin. Alexander knew what made women grow mad with desire, and when he felt the longing to be with a woman, there was little stopping him. He knew not the chivalrous ways of knights in shining armour, but rather how to snag a woman’s attention, and keep it long enough to show her he was certainly worth her time. He could be whatever he sensed was needed in a situation, should it get him in a female’s company, be it a gentleman, a lover, or perhaps, on rare occasions, something far more deadly.

This would be no different.

From the moment the brooding, handsome specimen of a male locked eyes with the woman across the tavern a spark ignited within his veins; he knew he would have her, despite any plans he’d made for the evening. And, let me tell you, he would do whatever it bloody-well took. Of course, before jumping to any wild tactics and/or theories, Alexander would try the most useful, innocent approach; simply striking up a conversation. If things flowed well, then perhaps he would get what he wanted without hardship. And, if they didn’t? Well, Alexander would be sure to pay her a visit as she was vacating the bar; willing or not, he’d set his scopes on the ravishing, young trinket, and despite anyone’s attempts, there would be little to nothing that would pull her from his iron grasp. A daringly charming, yet subdued smirk slipped upon Alexander’s plush lips with his approach, his mind swarming with anticipation of what he hoped would be soon to come. His core buzzed with exhilaration and excitement, though, this emotion was certainly not visible from an outsider. In fact, Alexander looked anything but rushed or excited, but rather dangerously composed and relaxed, his eyes amused and smile slight. There was not an ounce of hardness to his features as he finally leaned up against the bar, and, it was because of this he allowed himself to turn towards the woman, taking on the challenge of the evening.

He was quick to look over her body as appreciatively as possible, his eyes lingering momentarily on areas of great interest, before the man brought his light, hard blue eyes up to meet the woman’s. She returned the gesture with a flirtatious, tempting little smile of her own and, as she turned her body towards him, Alexander realize there was a chance he may just be in luck. Some women, when he approached, eyed him with a certain, common wariness; as if expecting him to bring them harm. Of course, with a reputation such as his—who could blame them? Alexander worked constantly to improve his murderous reputation among women; to make them be blinded by desire, seeing only the charming, deviously seductive side of him. That is, the ones of whom were willing to be in his company. Those that weren’t, well, they certainly saw the murderous side in him.

But, who was to blame aside from themselves?

Alexander’s attention was drawn back towards the woman after he’d finished speaking and she leaned closer, her feminine, sultry voice bringing pleasure to his ears. His devilish, flirtatious smirk grew with her words, and the man felt his eyes being drawn downwards once more with her sudden closeness, his entire body yearning to move closer, still. “Just lookin’ for someone to keep me company.” The words seemed inviting, indeed they did, though Alexander would be sure to play along before making any assumptions. He was no fool, and had become vitally aware of the fact that a single, wrong drawn conclusion could be nearly fatal. He shifted, placing his elbow on the bar counter and leaning closer, his eyes flickering tauntingly from her eyes to her lips, as if torn. Of course, Alexander had more control then what he was displaying, but he knew women needed to feel wanted, and, if he were to show her, not obviously of course, that she were wanted, it would only better his chances of a pleasant encounter. “Well, perhaps I can provide some assistance.” He drawled, his voice dripping with the deep, gravelly, and throaty tones most woman would dive head of heels for. “I’ve been told I keep quite... commendable company.” He finished but a moment later, one of his fine brows quirking in slight challenge, daring her to refuse his hidden, discreet offer. Was she hinting towards what he believed she was, or had he been fooled?

It’s the same old you, the same old me,
You get bored, and I get cold feet,
Get high, get wandering eyes,
Forget I’ve never, ever had it so sweet...

Words: 953
Muse: Surprisingly alright!
Notes: Ah, so stoked for them. He is too, apparently... xD[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Roxi Kapolla]

There was definitely something about this man that made Roxi feel like she should be thinking twice about flirting with him but she couldn't bring herself to listen to her own warning that was flipping through her head. Perhaps it was the alcohol that had inhibited her senses and caused her to feel more reckless than she usually would. Or it could have been the adrenaline she had pumping through her system thanks to the new knowledge she had acquired about her family's killers. Whatever it was it was clear already that she most likely wouldn't be spending the night alone and she wasn't at all complaining about that fact either. Quite the contrary actually, she rather enjoyed the dangerous aire this man had about him.

However, no matter what was causing her to act more reckless hadn't blurred her keen sense of studying people and she was very thankful for that. Because if all of her senses were at a loss like her judgement then she most likely wouldn't have noticed the fact that the man was much too smooth with his motions and words. Though it was barely noticeable and to anyone else who hadn't had the experiences with men that she had, they probably wouldn't have been able to tell just how talented this man was in deceiving others. While his act would have fooled most others, it was a bit too smooth, too well played that she wasn't fooled. She knew this man was far more experienced than he was playing it to be. But she was fine with that, she would play along with his little act too. Cause she was just as talented as he was.

As she spoke, turning to face him and then leaning forward so that he was well aware that she was flirting, her smirk raised one side of her mouth a bit more than the other. She always did quite enjoy playing with men a bit more than she probably should but who was to blame her. She liked to live life on the edge. As she listened to his reply, her light blue eyes remained on his as she saw him look from her own eyes to her lips as if trying to decide which one to pay attention to. But that was part of his act. Her guess was that he was wanting to come off far more tempted by her than he really was because hell, what woman didn't like to think she was too hard to resist? And while she saw through his little bullshit act, she wasn't about to speak up and call him out on it. No. She would simply play up her own little act and see if he caught on as well. Maybe once they both saw through each other's bullshit, they would be able to actually have an enjoyable night together.

"Let's find out then, shall we?" she replied after he had informed her that he was good company. She couldn't help but smirk a bit more as she leaned her lips closer to his ear and whispered her reply as if it were a secret and then pulled away, leaning away from him as well though her lips parted a bit in amusement as she waited to see if he would stick with his act and start to squirm with the sexual tension she was inflicting on him or if he would give up the little show and take charge like she assumed he was the type of man to do so.

[Alexander Malbec]

Alexander Malbec

You want me to come over, I got an excuse,
Might be holding your hand, but I’m holding it lose,
Go to talk, then we choke—it’s like our neck in a noose,
Avoid the obvious, we should be facing the truth...

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.xXx.[/color] If there is one word of which Alexander could be described as, lustful and merciless aside, it would certainly have to be composed—why, might you ask? He could put up one hell of an act, and no matter what took course following said act, there was little that could break him. Not even the overwhelmingly seductive, tantalizing touch of a woman could make the rugged individual slip up, even for just a moment, as his experience level was far beyond what most could comprehend. Ever since Alexander was but a child, he’d used his nasty talent for manipulation to his advantage, deceiving people with little to no care—and even better, getting away with it. It was, of course, how he managed to slaughter each and every one of his brothers, and marry his sister off following his father’s death in order to inherit the family fortune; without being able to grieve like the rest of the family, he would have been suspected.

What an easy feat that was.

The man nearly smiled with the thought, though was sure not to let it interfere with his current situation. The dangerously ravishing woman before him was an intriguing one to say the least, and Alexander knew very well she was far more observing then the majority of women he’d conquered—it was for this reason of which he intended to keep her around. Not for longer than a night, as per usual, but the Pistoleros leader wanted to understand her; to know what she was thinking. It was obvious to him that she was surveying him as he was her, with an eye for detail, and thus, Alexander had a small feeling she may be aware of his false gentlemanly appearance. He was a generally smooth man, always able of looking collected and relaxed while in the most hectic of situations, but, perhaps, she’d seen through the light smile and harmless words. Was there a chance that she knew him? He’d never seen her before, or so he thought, and thus figured this as incorrect. Maybe, just maybe, there was another human being on the planet remotely as intelligent as himself. Alexander smirked, unable to help his undeniably arrogant, pompous thoughts; perfect.

It was as Alexander was pondering this fact, the thought of just how intelligent she was, of which the woman leaned forwards, immediately ceasing all previous mental activity. “Let’s find out then, shall we?” He paused, though not notably, a fine brow arching as she whispered to him, her voice successfully arousing and intriguing him without restraint. But, what woman would accept an offer so easily—especially his? Perhaps it was a trick? Alexander studied her gravely as she pulled away, no reaction whatsoever spreading across his handsome features. Most men in his position would squirm with excitement, buzz with the need to get closer, while, Alexander? He continued to sit levelly in his seat, not a hint of eagerness eating away at his gently constructed mask. He smirked, an amused and charming expression, before deciding it was his turn to tease. He leaned forwards, head tilting and eyes partially closing, his expression alight with enjoyment of their little game.

“If you’re implying what I believe you may be implying,” A pause, dark intentions igniting a fire within his deep eyes. “I concur now would be a rather good time for me to get the bill.” The man finished slowly with a smile, his eyes gently prodding, questioning as to whether or not she was oh-so willing as she seemed. Giving her little time to decide, Alexander waved towards the bartender and nodded; his own discreet meaning for, “I’ve found my girl, tell me how much I owe you.” It was the same every time Alexander ventured into a bar of the sort, looking for some entertainment. He’d come in, leisurely, observe, and once he found his target, he’d leave. Simple. Alexander glanced towards the woman as he waited for the bartender to tally up the cost of their drinks, sending her a single, composed little wink. She’d reacted subtly towards him acting as if he was aching to have her, so he figured it was about time to take a different approach. Playing hard to get was hardly a women’s-only game, am I correct?

Even still, Alexander that doubted he would be able to contain himself long enough to get her to an inn.

It’s the same old you, the same old me,
You get bored, and I get cold feet,
Get high, get wandering eyes,
Forget I’ve never, ever had it so sweet...

Words: 831
Muse: Okay
Notes: He's being weird, haha. And an ass? xD Anyways, he wants to maul her superbad. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Roxi Kapolla]

There was definitely something up with this man. She wasn't so blind as to not be able to see past his good looks and his innocent and gentlemanly appearing charm. Sure there were quite a few men that she had come across that she could easily charm and seduce and tease as she pleased. But the real fun was when she had a man that could stand up against her and make things a challenge for her. And that was exactly what he was doing. A smirk remained on her lips as he looked back at her with a simple expression on his face before replying, suggesting he get the bill. Raising her eyebrows a bit in reply, she lifted her half filled mug before draining the rest of the beverage and waiting for him to pay the bartender.

Normally she wouldn't be so reckless as to leave a bar with a stranger she had never met before and knew nothing about but it wouldn't be the first time she had done something incredibly reckless in the last few weeks. It almost seemed like she was starting to realize that she needed to enjoy life a bit more and while her idea of enjoying life was taking risks and living life on the edge, there were still quite a few things she wouldn't do. However, leaving a tavern with the thought of spending the night with a stranger was something that she would do and as the man opposite her paid the bill, she took the moment to look him over once more, just to see what else she may be able to learn about him that he wasn't willing to share willingly.

It was obvious to anyone's eyes that he was a very attractive man. With his sandy color hair and piercing eyes he definitely had a unique sort of beauty about him. His build as well was enough to make any woman go weak at the knees. Any woman besides Roxi that was. However, what other people probably wouldn't be able to tell about him was the rugged sort of dangerous look he had about himself. It was very hard to see and even harder to recognize was the fact that he was far more skilled in manipulation and deception than one would think. Even she couldn't see the crack in his act except for a brief moment or two before it would disappear behind his facade once more.

"Lead the way." she replied simply as she pushed herself away from the bar a bit before leaning towards him once more. Putting a hand to his chest, her upper body brushed against his in a teasing way before she pulled back once more, waiting for him to take the lead and show her where it was he wanted to go from here.