Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Jun 30, 2020 5:31:02 GMT 1
I have an opening for a very sinister Dracula, for an ongoing story already in progress, this would involve Dracula collaborating with Santino to take down the Coven of the Articulate, and the story is becoming more and more intense by the moment!
If not interested, we run a fairly popular rpg, we are always looking for original characters as long as they are horror, vampire, supernatural, werewolves, ghosts, witches etc.
We keep our storylines going with plot twists and tons of action. You won't find a boring moment here.If you have something else in mind let me know and I'll consider opening a thread for those char's as long as they are supernatural....my only limit is Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter.
All VC chars are asked to write long quality posts, at least two well thought out paragraphs.
All original char's or other than VC, such as Underworld may write as many short posts as they like.
Below are our role playing writing samples, each piece is a story currently in progress.
SANTINO:
The following evening I awoke with a ravaging hunger.
Quickly, I greedily drank from my victim. Her blood, hot and delicious as it flowed down my parched throat. Having only returned from the grave a night ago it was going to take no less than two more victims to fully restore my robust physique.
Carelessly flinging my third victim of the night to the cold ground. I looked up into the night sky. I was in the City of
the Angels. Los Angeles that is. According to the thoughts I had read from my lovely and now quite dead meals.
Cover the kill?
The once most important rule to follow, and I did so. At one time. But that was a different vampire who had sought to right his
wrongs, of which I had many. I shall never deny my heinous past.
The past which although I have never told anyone has been seen fit to be put in print in several books for common meek mortals to
read whilst they whittle their pathetic little lives away. And by whose permission were the events of my life chronicled?
Certainly not I.
I who once governed an army of vampires for two Millennia. And it was during those times. That I. Santino, Dark Coven Master of
all masters of the "Children of Darkness" once wrote those rules and enforced them to all of my preternatural abilities.
And what of the little cherubic imp Amadeo? Yes, I stole him from his vampiric father. The ancient Roman who once had a chance to burn me to a cinder but due to his deep love for all things living he had spared my life the night that I and my two cohorts had come upon his Villa in ancient Rome and demanded he and his vampiric consort Pandora, join us in my newly formed religion.
Ah, but what were such things to Marius? He who saw beauty in all things and would often spend entire nights struggling, painting
furiously to capture beauty on canvas. And truly, he was gifted. He never knew how I often coveted his fine talent. How if I had only the smallest talent that he so often took for granted. I might never have turned into the zealot that I once was.
But we all search for that which we do best. Could I help it that my calling happened to be Coven Master of all Vampires. Marius
surely could have taken on the role. But he simply chose not to.
Preferring to indulge in his immortal life surrounding himself in beauty and the pursuit of those to whom we as vampires can never truly possess.
Fledglings.
Those beautiful freshly made vampires. Who for all their seeming
immortality, lived each night as if it were the first. Indeed, at least a millennia had to go by until the novelty of our vampire eyes finally wore off. And then reality sinks in as you finally discover that life
is just life. Be you immortal or mortal. And everyday is just another day to find something to occupy your ever increasing immortal boredom.
And speaking of beauty. Just what was The Brat Prince's "Beautiful One" up to anyway?
Smirking wickedly I turned away from my victims and took to the night sky. My destination. New Orleans. My prize. The most
beautiful of all vampires. One who was made by the Brat Prince himself to be a possession...and nothing more.
Perfect for my plan. For Monsieur de Lioncourt is the most powerful of all vampires having partaken directly from the most
ancient of all founts.
Akasha, our now dead Queen whose blood still flowed in the veins of the ever prancing peathingy.
And so I knew now what I must do. Capture his most treasured of fledglings. The weakest of us all. The one whose most human of
hearts and laser emerald eyes would bring the Brat Prince down from his high pedestal. And make him bow down to me as my former coven members once did oh so many centuries ago.
Ah, the politics of old. How I do miss them. And I shall have my coven once again and rule as I once did.
For I am Santino.
And I shall have my just reward!
And as I flew through the night skies. I felt a sudden pull into the deep crevices of my vampiric mind.
NO!!! It's impossible! No one knows that I still exist! And the twins surely do not know I have risen! But this was a different kind of mind reading. It almost left me dazed and entranced as I traveled past city after city.
And as cold and cruel as I know quite well I can be. This vampire who so valiantly read my thoughts seemed to be even more
sinister than I. Ah, a true brother to my dark heart. And as I neared the beautiful city of New Orleans. It dawned on me with a sudden fascination that this vampire was like no other. Far more powerful than Marius or myself. Perhaps more so than our own d**nedest creature.
And he was beckoning me with the mind gift. His thoughts eerily creeping into my own sending the preternatural hairs on my arms and head to rise and causing the blood in my veins to course rapidly as my heart thudded excitedly in my chest. He was calling me. Seeking me. Inviting me to his dwelling. And just as I touched down upon the ground on the street of Rue Royale.
He gave me his name and my eyes widened in awe and wonderment. Could it be? Could it be possible. The most fictional and evil of all vampires? Could it be?
And as my mind continued to sink into the realization that yes, it could quite possibly most definitely be.
He sent me his name and location.
Dracula....Transylvania, Romania.
And after briefly accepting his invitation. I smiled wickedly as I made my way to the most infamous of vampiric addresses.
Ah, what better place to hide and starve The Pretty One! A dark and ancient castle, with dungeons no doubt!
And with a plan set into my mind. I went in pursuit of the most beautiful of all vampires. And the Brat Princes most fatal of
all loves. And yet, the least cherished. But that often happens when you take a possession for granted.
Time to teach the Brat Prince a lesson he is long overdue.
SYBELLE:
My fangs sank into his wrist and I drank from him. I could feel the blood moving through my body healing my smaller wounds first. What had I done wrong? When he mentioned that when I returned to my better self and was up to it that he would take what I had taken from him, back….I had chills and butterflies in my stomach. The blood was warm and sweet. I looked into his eyes as I took from him. I shuddered again. I was scared to death but here he was taking care of me. Someone that wasn’t meant to love was finding that he was having to take care of a little whimp like myself. As I drank I saw images. Images of Armand. Of how broken he was when Santino took him and and how he became the coven master of the Theatre des Vampires. The Paris Coven. Armand’s first day’s in Santino’s care. How he was so delirious with hunger that he didn’t even know that he fed from Armand. And suddenly I became aware that I craved to be by Santino’s side.
Pulling from his wrist after feeding for a good twenty minutes, I kissed his wound as it closed, and just held his hand within my own. “I’m sorry Santino. I…I…was scared. I was trying to run away because the voice in my head told me too. Please forgive me. I…I want to be by your side. I want to be the one you confide in. I want to be what you have offered me. I give myself to you. They don’t love me anymore. I see that now. Even as I lie here, feeling as if I’m going to die in which you said I wouldn’t. They are nowhere around here. So I’m yours. Take me as you will. Bend me and mold me as you have done with Armand. I want to make you proud to have me by your side.” I said to him. I knew he would be furious at me for trying to escape and I got what I had coming to me as well. I couldn’t help but listen to the voice in my head. It was all her fault. Telling me that I could escape and not be caught. Hell I was wrong. Damned wrong.
I closed my eyes and looked away. I had a feeling that he would beat me. Beat me for what I had tried to do. My hand was still clasped around his. And I wanted desperately for him to sit next to me and be with me and comfort me. I again gave way to tears. “Don’t leave me Santino. Forget about Louis. Let the other guy take care of him. Stay with me please. I don’t want to be left alone. Lay with me and be near me. I’m so scared.” I said to him shamefully. I tried to take a deep breath of air but that didn’t work. I opened my eyes, knowing that they were full of fear. Fear of him leaving me alone. I noticed that I was in the bed that I had made. The only wounds left, were the ones on my neck, and the one big one where my stomach was. My bottom lip began to quiver. I could see myself through his eyes. I still looked horrible. And I pushed him away turning my head from him and closing my eyes.
“GET AWAY FROM ME. I’M UGLY. I’M NOT BEAUTIFUL ANYMORE. I DON’T WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME WHILE I AM LIKE THIS. GO AWAY SANTINO!!!!!!!!!!” I cried. I began to scream at the top of my lungs for him to leave. I was shameful to look at. Like I was the slut of the town just found out by my father. I closed my eyes since I couldn’t hang my head low. “You don’t need to be with one as ugly as I am. I’m never going to be beautiful again. GO. Please Just GO!!!!!” I said to him again. I could still feel him there. I heard his breathing. And then I heard him say, “Sybelle…you will be as you once were. It just takes time to heal. You’re young in the blood. Calm yourself. You’re only causing yourself more damage.” I opened my eyes hearing him say those words and I was instantly calm. As if he had put me under some kind of spell. I saw his beauty. I wanted him to lay down with me and just be by my side telling me of how his days as a coven master were. Why he had chosen Armand to be the next coven master and even more still why he chose me to be by his side. Not that I was complaining after I confessed that I wanted to be with him for eternity. I tried to sit up, but his gentle touch pushed me back down and he shook his head saying, “You’re too weak and not healed. You need to lay still.” But I wanted to get up. I wanted to move around. I wanted to play the piano. I wanted to continue to decorate mine and his room. I whimpered when pain shot through me and I laid still. Instantly, like someone had numbed me with some kind of epidural. His presence was now comforting to me. And I felt his weight on the bed as he sat down next to me, I slowly drifted off to sleep. To dream of that wolf. Nightmares.
In my dreams, I could see the wolf stalking me. Hunting me. Making me his food. But this wolf wasn’t just any wolf. It was a Lycan. I had seen its human form. I turned to run towards the castle, and I was attacked again. I could hear its growls, the ripping of my skin again. Everything. It was happening all over again. And I was going to die yet again. I began to scream and cry. Thrashing about upon the bed. The dream was real. I was reliving everything. I was screaming and crying out for Santino to help me. Save me. Anything. I just needed to be kept alive. Then suddenly the dream turned. The wolf turned into his human form and it was Armand. MY Armand. He drew his right hand back and plunged it into my chest pulling my heart out and eating it. I screamed terribly loud and opened my eyes to see Santino looking at me as if I had truly gone mad. I looked at him stunned. “Armand killed me.” I said to him tears filling my eyes. Then I began to tell him the dream, “The wolf was a lycan. And his human form was Armand. And as Armand was attacking me, he drew his right hand back and plunged it into my chest pulled my heart out and he…he ate my heart. I cried and screamed for you and you never came. Don’t let him near me. I’m scared. I don’t want him to kill me. I don’t like him anymore. Please…protect me from him.” Was I going insane? Could Santino pull me back from the brinks of insanity if I was going insane? Only time would tell.
GABRIELLE:
As he continued his intense and passionate love making, I noticed that he still wore the soaked Tuxedo which was now ridiculously covered in sand. Laughing gleefully as I smiled brightly up at him. I sat up and hastily took the jacket off of him, the shirt and bow tie quickly followed. The sight of his muscular and warm chest sent shivers coursing all through my body, my nipples tightening at the sight of his manly chest and I longed to press myself oh so tightly up against him once again. But there were other things I somewhat vaguely recalled. Things located below the waist and between his muscular legs. Oh yes, I may have not had any in over 245 years, but indeed....I do....remember.
Giggling lightly as I gently pressed him down, my heaving large breasts bouncing happily against his chest. The blood from my 3 victims earlier than night causing me to be nice and warm against his oh so hot chest.
I quickly stripped him of his pants, boxers, shoes and socks, and now we both lay upon each other in wonderful naked bliss our warm bodies melting together, and I honestly could have simply laid in his tender and warm embrace for the rest of eternity. But my mortal lover....had other plans.
Rolling me gently over, he began his tender sucking kisses to my face, my cheeks my neck, trailing them further down, causing my eyelashes to flutter hopelessly in wonderful delight. Then gasping in surprise. I felt him enter me, penetrating me deeply with his male arousal.
I could tell his was enjoying my supposed virginal tightness around his large and hot member. Throbbing oh so deliciously inside of me, heating me up like a wonderful furnace. Never in my immortal or mortal life, had I ever felt such a delicious intimacy.
Wrapping my legs tightly around his muscular backside. As I felt his strong warm arms wrap tightly under my shoulders and around my back. Bringing us oh so closer and wonderfully tight together.
Moaning deeply under his tender touches, his male hardness pumping me harder and harder as he thrust in and out of me as only a mortal man can do. A vampire lover, would have already attached his fangs to my throat and tried to suck me dry. Not a bad experience really. But the after affects. The fatigue following the loss of blood can be quite...unpleasant. Not to mention the ravenous hunger that followed.
But this was oh so different. Indeed this had an almost innocent pleasure to it. A tender and sweet innocence that I found quite exhilarating. And most definitely sensuously pleasurable. My whole body trembling in delight to his constant ravishing attentions. His mouth kissing me as I have never been kissed before.
And the wonderful sounds of the oceans waves called out to us, and the flickering candlelight illuminated our naked and intertwined bodies, encouraging us to enjoy our most forbidden pleasures, as the stars up above us twinkled brightly in the vast night sky.
CASSANDRA:
She was in his warm inviting embrace. And oh-my-god that hot bod was pressing into her. Any woman with a fully functional brain would want Alex. When his mouth made contact with her neck she closed her eyes at the delicious sensation. His whispered words of promise were said against her skin as he nuzzled the collar of her shirt to get to her shoulder. She wanted to believe in what he was saying. It would be so easy to. Her hand slid into his thick hair to pull him closer. She was falling back on the bed, falling under his spell, losing herself to a deadly vampire, wanting him. All those hard muscles on top of her. He smelled so damn good. The sound of his wet kisses on her flesh and the weight of his chest on her swollen breast was enough to wring a soft moan out of her. God, she wanted him. His powerful thigh nudged between her legs and pressed....right there. Her heated sex pulsed the same beat of Alex's quickened tongue that slashed towards her sternum.
"Oh....yeah..." She breathed next to his ear and nipped his lobe, melting like butter, pushing against each other in waves.
Wake up sister! Her inner voice spoke. He kidnaped you and now he's all over you. Vampires seduce their prey...duh? Alex doesn't know you and you don't know him so what does that tell you? Can you say...cheap lay and midnight snack? Hello? She went stiff and snapped her eyes open. Yeah...and uh, you might want to do the closing your mind thing. Vampires like to know what your thinking. For shame woman! What would Stirling say if he saw you like this and not using your noggin? A careless Talamascan is a dead Talamascan.
She placed both palms on Alex's cheeks and dragged his head up. They were both panting softly through parted lips, looking into each others eyes, the tip of their noses touching, they could have kissed. Cassandra closed her mind off to him and thought of two words. Brick wall. She might be young and a little naive but she wasn't that stupid. Ever since she arrived at this island she'd been fighting and she wasn't going to give up now. She didn't want to die!How unprofessional of her to allow this to happen in the first place. Breaking rules left and right. Show no fear when you encounter a vampire. They love it. Damn. She couldn't help it.
"I can't....I can't!" She said in a panicky voice. With all the energy she could gather she used her power to hurl Alex off her. He skidded across the floor and crashed into the wall with a loud curse. Cassandra jumped off the bed and located the door, fumbling with the knob until it opened. She locked it behind her and scanned the area. Her heart rate sped up as she acted on pure adrenalin. So many doors. Which way was out?
"You!" She spotted the male servant that had brought her water earlier. "I need for you to show me the way out of here. I need a phone. Perhaps you can drive me to the airport?" The servant bowed his head. "I'm afraid Master Alex would not appreciate me doing that Miss. If you need something to eat or drink I would be happy to oblige." Shit! Shit! "Please. Listen to me damn you!" She grabbed the servants white lapels to force him to look at her.
There was a loud roar of anger then the sound of wood splitting. She saw a fist punch through the door to reach the lock on the outside. No time to think, she left the servant standing there by himself dumbstruck but not first before she took the compress that been stuck to her forehead and slapped him in the face with it for not helping her and then ran down the stairs. Her eyes widen when she heard the crash of the door opening but she didn't look back. Oh god, Alex was surely mad and at this point she was terrified of what he might do if he caught her. In any case, she wouldn't go down without a fight or at least not without trying to escape.
Her bare feet slapped on the marble floor as she hit the landing. The walls seemed to be closing in on her. Was every damn door locked in this place? Surprisingly, she found one that opened. Finally. There was a desk and sweet Jesus...a phone! She locked the door, snatched the phone and hid in the coat closet. With trembling fingers she dialed 911 as she got down on the floor and looked through the crack under the door.
"911...what's your emergency?"
"Oh thank god!" She whispered.
"Ma’am speak up. Ma’am?"
"I need help. Send someone. I'm...." Where the hell was she exactly? "I've been kidnaped!"
She heard footsteps and let out a shuddering breath. No! The lights went out in the room, leaving her in total darkness. Her heart jackhammered inside her chest. She clamped her hand over her mouth, stopped breathing and backed up to the wall, clutching the phone tightly as sweat broke out all over her body. God damn it, she strained to hear the slightest noise, it was so quiet. How long she stood there like that, she didn't know. Tears of fear spilled down her face as she tried to blink them away. Suddenly, the door to the coat closet was torn off it's hinges. There was a pair of glowing eyes and heavy breathing. Cassandra dropped her hand and screamed off the top of her lungs!
"Ma’am? Are you there? Talk to me. Ma’am?"
If not interested, we run a fairly popular rpg, we are always looking for original characters as long as they are horror, vampire, supernatural, werewolves, ghosts, witches etc.
We keep our storylines going with plot twists and tons of action. You won't find a boring moment here.If you have something else in mind let me know and I'll consider opening a thread for those char's as long as they are supernatural....my only limit is Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Harry Potter.
All VC chars are asked to write long quality posts, at least two well thought out paragraphs.
All original char's or other than VC, such as Underworld may write as many short posts as they like.
Below are our role playing writing samples, each piece is a story currently in progress.
SANTINO:
The following evening I awoke with a ravaging hunger.
Quickly, I greedily drank from my victim. Her blood, hot and delicious as it flowed down my parched throat. Having only returned from the grave a night ago it was going to take no less than two more victims to fully restore my robust physique.
Carelessly flinging my third victim of the night to the cold ground. I looked up into the night sky. I was in the City of
the Angels. Los Angeles that is. According to the thoughts I had read from my lovely and now quite dead meals.
Cover the kill?
The once most important rule to follow, and I did so. At one time. But that was a different vampire who had sought to right his
wrongs, of which I had many. I shall never deny my heinous past.
The past which although I have never told anyone has been seen fit to be put in print in several books for common meek mortals to
read whilst they whittle their pathetic little lives away. And by whose permission were the events of my life chronicled?
Certainly not I.
I who once governed an army of vampires for two Millennia. And it was during those times. That I. Santino, Dark Coven Master of
all masters of the "Children of Darkness" once wrote those rules and enforced them to all of my preternatural abilities.
And what of the little cherubic imp Amadeo? Yes, I stole him from his vampiric father. The ancient Roman who once had a chance to burn me to a cinder but due to his deep love for all things living he had spared my life the night that I and my two cohorts had come upon his Villa in ancient Rome and demanded he and his vampiric consort Pandora, join us in my newly formed religion.
Ah, but what were such things to Marius? He who saw beauty in all things and would often spend entire nights struggling, painting
furiously to capture beauty on canvas. And truly, he was gifted. He never knew how I often coveted his fine talent. How if I had only the smallest talent that he so often took for granted. I might never have turned into the zealot that I once was.
But we all search for that which we do best. Could I help it that my calling happened to be Coven Master of all Vampires. Marius
surely could have taken on the role. But he simply chose not to.
Preferring to indulge in his immortal life surrounding himself in beauty and the pursuit of those to whom we as vampires can never truly possess.
Fledglings.
Those beautiful freshly made vampires. Who for all their seeming
immortality, lived each night as if it were the first. Indeed, at least a millennia had to go by until the novelty of our vampire eyes finally wore off. And then reality sinks in as you finally discover that life
is just life. Be you immortal or mortal. And everyday is just another day to find something to occupy your ever increasing immortal boredom.
And speaking of beauty. Just what was The Brat Prince's "Beautiful One" up to anyway?
Smirking wickedly I turned away from my victims and took to the night sky. My destination. New Orleans. My prize. The most
beautiful of all vampires. One who was made by the Brat Prince himself to be a possession...and nothing more.
Perfect for my plan. For Monsieur de Lioncourt is the most powerful of all vampires having partaken directly from the most
ancient of all founts.
Akasha, our now dead Queen whose blood still flowed in the veins of the ever prancing peathingy.
And so I knew now what I must do. Capture his most treasured of fledglings. The weakest of us all. The one whose most human of
hearts and laser emerald eyes would bring the Brat Prince down from his high pedestal. And make him bow down to me as my former coven members once did oh so many centuries ago.
Ah, the politics of old. How I do miss them. And I shall have my coven once again and rule as I once did.
For I am Santino.
And I shall have my just reward!
And as I flew through the night skies. I felt a sudden pull into the deep crevices of my vampiric mind.
NO!!! It's impossible! No one knows that I still exist! And the twins surely do not know I have risen! But this was a different kind of mind reading. It almost left me dazed and entranced as I traveled past city after city.
And as cold and cruel as I know quite well I can be. This vampire who so valiantly read my thoughts seemed to be even more
sinister than I. Ah, a true brother to my dark heart. And as I neared the beautiful city of New Orleans. It dawned on me with a sudden fascination that this vampire was like no other. Far more powerful than Marius or myself. Perhaps more so than our own d**nedest creature.
And he was beckoning me with the mind gift. His thoughts eerily creeping into my own sending the preternatural hairs on my arms and head to rise and causing the blood in my veins to course rapidly as my heart thudded excitedly in my chest. He was calling me. Seeking me. Inviting me to his dwelling. And just as I touched down upon the ground on the street of Rue Royale.
He gave me his name and my eyes widened in awe and wonderment. Could it be? Could it be possible. The most fictional and evil of all vampires? Could it be?
And as my mind continued to sink into the realization that yes, it could quite possibly most definitely be.
He sent me his name and location.
Dracula....Transylvania, Romania.
And after briefly accepting his invitation. I smiled wickedly as I made my way to the most infamous of vampiric addresses.
Ah, what better place to hide and starve The Pretty One! A dark and ancient castle, with dungeons no doubt!
And with a plan set into my mind. I went in pursuit of the most beautiful of all vampires. And the Brat Princes most fatal of
all loves. And yet, the least cherished. But that often happens when you take a possession for granted.
Time to teach the Brat Prince a lesson he is long overdue.
SYBELLE:
My fangs sank into his wrist and I drank from him. I could feel the blood moving through my body healing my smaller wounds first. What had I done wrong? When he mentioned that when I returned to my better self and was up to it that he would take what I had taken from him, back….I had chills and butterflies in my stomach. The blood was warm and sweet. I looked into his eyes as I took from him. I shuddered again. I was scared to death but here he was taking care of me. Someone that wasn’t meant to love was finding that he was having to take care of a little whimp like myself. As I drank I saw images. Images of Armand. Of how broken he was when Santino took him and and how he became the coven master of the Theatre des Vampires. The Paris Coven. Armand’s first day’s in Santino’s care. How he was so delirious with hunger that he didn’t even know that he fed from Armand. And suddenly I became aware that I craved to be by Santino’s side.
Pulling from his wrist after feeding for a good twenty minutes, I kissed his wound as it closed, and just held his hand within my own. “I’m sorry Santino. I…I…was scared. I was trying to run away because the voice in my head told me too. Please forgive me. I…I want to be by your side. I want to be the one you confide in. I want to be what you have offered me. I give myself to you. They don’t love me anymore. I see that now. Even as I lie here, feeling as if I’m going to die in which you said I wouldn’t. They are nowhere around here. So I’m yours. Take me as you will. Bend me and mold me as you have done with Armand. I want to make you proud to have me by your side.” I said to him. I knew he would be furious at me for trying to escape and I got what I had coming to me as well. I couldn’t help but listen to the voice in my head. It was all her fault. Telling me that I could escape and not be caught. Hell I was wrong. Damned wrong.
I closed my eyes and looked away. I had a feeling that he would beat me. Beat me for what I had tried to do. My hand was still clasped around his. And I wanted desperately for him to sit next to me and be with me and comfort me. I again gave way to tears. “Don’t leave me Santino. Forget about Louis. Let the other guy take care of him. Stay with me please. I don’t want to be left alone. Lay with me and be near me. I’m so scared.” I said to him shamefully. I tried to take a deep breath of air but that didn’t work. I opened my eyes, knowing that they were full of fear. Fear of him leaving me alone. I noticed that I was in the bed that I had made. The only wounds left, were the ones on my neck, and the one big one where my stomach was. My bottom lip began to quiver. I could see myself through his eyes. I still looked horrible. And I pushed him away turning my head from him and closing my eyes.
“GET AWAY FROM ME. I’M UGLY. I’M NOT BEAUTIFUL ANYMORE. I DON’T WANT YOU TO LOOK AT ME WHILE I AM LIKE THIS. GO AWAY SANTINO!!!!!!!!!!” I cried. I began to scream at the top of my lungs for him to leave. I was shameful to look at. Like I was the slut of the town just found out by my father. I closed my eyes since I couldn’t hang my head low. “You don’t need to be with one as ugly as I am. I’m never going to be beautiful again. GO. Please Just GO!!!!!” I said to him again. I could still feel him there. I heard his breathing. And then I heard him say, “Sybelle…you will be as you once were. It just takes time to heal. You’re young in the blood. Calm yourself. You’re only causing yourself more damage.” I opened my eyes hearing him say those words and I was instantly calm. As if he had put me under some kind of spell. I saw his beauty. I wanted him to lay down with me and just be by my side telling me of how his days as a coven master were. Why he had chosen Armand to be the next coven master and even more still why he chose me to be by his side. Not that I was complaining after I confessed that I wanted to be with him for eternity. I tried to sit up, but his gentle touch pushed me back down and he shook his head saying, “You’re too weak and not healed. You need to lay still.” But I wanted to get up. I wanted to move around. I wanted to play the piano. I wanted to continue to decorate mine and his room. I whimpered when pain shot through me and I laid still. Instantly, like someone had numbed me with some kind of epidural. His presence was now comforting to me. And I felt his weight on the bed as he sat down next to me, I slowly drifted off to sleep. To dream of that wolf. Nightmares.
In my dreams, I could see the wolf stalking me. Hunting me. Making me his food. But this wolf wasn’t just any wolf. It was a Lycan. I had seen its human form. I turned to run towards the castle, and I was attacked again. I could hear its growls, the ripping of my skin again. Everything. It was happening all over again. And I was going to die yet again. I began to scream and cry. Thrashing about upon the bed. The dream was real. I was reliving everything. I was screaming and crying out for Santino to help me. Save me. Anything. I just needed to be kept alive. Then suddenly the dream turned. The wolf turned into his human form and it was Armand. MY Armand. He drew his right hand back and plunged it into my chest pulling my heart out and eating it. I screamed terribly loud and opened my eyes to see Santino looking at me as if I had truly gone mad. I looked at him stunned. “Armand killed me.” I said to him tears filling my eyes. Then I began to tell him the dream, “The wolf was a lycan. And his human form was Armand. And as Armand was attacking me, he drew his right hand back and plunged it into my chest pulled my heart out and he…he ate my heart. I cried and screamed for you and you never came. Don’t let him near me. I’m scared. I don’t want him to kill me. I don’t like him anymore. Please…protect me from him.” Was I going insane? Could Santino pull me back from the brinks of insanity if I was going insane? Only time would tell.
GABRIELLE:
As he continued his intense and passionate love making, I noticed that he still wore the soaked Tuxedo which was now ridiculously covered in sand. Laughing gleefully as I smiled brightly up at him. I sat up and hastily took the jacket off of him, the shirt and bow tie quickly followed. The sight of his muscular and warm chest sent shivers coursing all through my body, my nipples tightening at the sight of his manly chest and I longed to press myself oh so tightly up against him once again. But there were other things I somewhat vaguely recalled. Things located below the waist and between his muscular legs. Oh yes, I may have not had any in over 245 years, but indeed....I do....remember.
Giggling lightly as I gently pressed him down, my heaving large breasts bouncing happily against his chest. The blood from my 3 victims earlier than night causing me to be nice and warm against his oh so hot chest.
I quickly stripped him of his pants, boxers, shoes and socks, and now we both lay upon each other in wonderful naked bliss our warm bodies melting together, and I honestly could have simply laid in his tender and warm embrace for the rest of eternity. But my mortal lover....had other plans.
Rolling me gently over, he began his tender sucking kisses to my face, my cheeks my neck, trailing them further down, causing my eyelashes to flutter hopelessly in wonderful delight. Then gasping in surprise. I felt him enter me, penetrating me deeply with his male arousal.
I could tell his was enjoying my supposed virginal tightness around his large and hot member. Throbbing oh so deliciously inside of me, heating me up like a wonderful furnace. Never in my immortal or mortal life, had I ever felt such a delicious intimacy.
Wrapping my legs tightly around his muscular backside. As I felt his strong warm arms wrap tightly under my shoulders and around my back. Bringing us oh so closer and wonderfully tight together.
Moaning deeply under his tender touches, his male hardness pumping me harder and harder as he thrust in and out of me as only a mortal man can do. A vampire lover, would have already attached his fangs to my throat and tried to suck me dry. Not a bad experience really. But the after affects. The fatigue following the loss of blood can be quite...unpleasant. Not to mention the ravenous hunger that followed.
But this was oh so different. Indeed this had an almost innocent pleasure to it. A tender and sweet innocence that I found quite exhilarating. And most definitely sensuously pleasurable. My whole body trembling in delight to his constant ravishing attentions. His mouth kissing me as I have never been kissed before.
And the wonderful sounds of the oceans waves called out to us, and the flickering candlelight illuminated our naked and intertwined bodies, encouraging us to enjoy our most forbidden pleasures, as the stars up above us twinkled brightly in the vast night sky.
CASSANDRA:
She was in his warm inviting embrace. And oh-my-god that hot bod was pressing into her. Any woman with a fully functional brain would want Alex. When his mouth made contact with her neck she closed her eyes at the delicious sensation. His whispered words of promise were said against her skin as he nuzzled the collar of her shirt to get to her shoulder. She wanted to believe in what he was saying. It would be so easy to. Her hand slid into his thick hair to pull him closer. She was falling back on the bed, falling under his spell, losing herself to a deadly vampire, wanting him. All those hard muscles on top of her. He smelled so damn good. The sound of his wet kisses on her flesh and the weight of his chest on her swollen breast was enough to wring a soft moan out of her. God, she wanted him. His powerful thigh nudged between her legs and pressed....right there. Her heated sex pulsed the same beat of Alex's quickened tongue that slashed towards her sternum.
"Oh....yeah..." She breathed next to his ear and nipped his lobe, melting like butter, pushing against each other in waves.
Wake up sister! Her inner voice spoke. He kidnaped you and now he's all over you. Vampires seduce their prey...duh? Alex doesn't know you and you don't know him so what does that tell you? Can you say...cheap lay and midnight snack? Hello? She went stiff and snapped her eyes open. Yeah...and uh, you might want to do the closing your mind thing. Vampires like to know what your thinking. For shame woman! What would Stirling say if he saw you like this and not using your noggin? A careless Talamascan is a dead Talamascan.
She placed both palms on Alex's cheeks and dragged his head up. They were both panting softly through parted lips, looking into each others eyes, the tip of their noses touching, they could have kissed. Cassandra closed her mind off to him and thought of two words. Brick wall. She might be young and a little naive but she wasn't that stupid. Ever since she arrived at this island she'd been fighting and she wasn't going to give up now. She didn't want to die!How unprofessional of her to allow this to happen in the first place. Breaking rules left and right. Show no fear when you encounter a vampire. They love it. Damn. She couldn't help it.
"I can't....I can't!" She said in a panicky voice. With all the energy she could gather she used her power to hurl Alex off her. He skidded across the floor and crashed into the wall with a loud curse. Cassandra jumped off the bed and located the door, fumbling with the knob until it opened. She locked it behind her and scanned the area. Her heart rate sped up as she acted on pure adrenalin. So many doors. Which way was out?
"You!" She spotted the male servant that had brought her water earlier. "I need for you to show me the way out of here. I need a phone. Perhaps you can drive me to the airport?" The servant bowed his head. "I'm afraid Master Alex would not appreciate me doing that Miss. If you need something to eat or drink I would be happy to oblige." Shit! Shit! "Please. Listen to me damn you!" She grabbed the servants white lapels to force him to look at her.
There was a loud roar of anger then the sound of wood splitting. She saw a fist punch through the door to reach the lock on the outside. No time to think, she left the servant standing there by himself dumbstruck but not first before she took the compress that been stuck to her forehead and slapped him in the face with it for not helping her and then ran down the stairs. Her eyes widen when she heard the crash of the door opening but she didn't look back. Oh god, Alex was surely mad and at this point she was terrified of what he might do if he caught her. In any case, she wouldn't go down without a fight or at least not without trying to escape.
Her bare feet slapped on the marble floor as she hit the landing. The walls seemed to be closing in on her. Was every damn door locked in this place? Surprisingly, she found one that opened. Finally. There was a desk and sweet Jesus...a phone! She locked the door, snatched the phone and hid in the coat closet. With trembling fingers she dialed 911 as she got down on the floor and looked through the crack under the door.
"911...what's your emergency?"
"Oh thank god!" She whispered.
"Ma’am speak up. Ma’am?"
"I need help. Send someone. I'm...." Where the hell was she exactly? "I've been kidnaped!"
She heard footsteps and let out a shuddering breath. No! The lights went out in the room, leaving her in total darkness. Her heart jackhammered inside her chest. She clamped her hand over her mouth, stopped breathing and backed up to the wall, clutching the phone tightly as sweat broke out all over her body. God damn it, she strained to hear the slightest noise, it was so quiet. How long she stood there like that, she didn't know. Tears of fear spilled down her face as she tried to blink them away. Suddenly, the door to the coat closet was torn off it's hinges. There was a pair of glowing eyes and heavy breathing. Cassandra dropped her hand and screamed off the top of her lungs!
"Ma’am? Are you there? Talk to me. Ma’am?"