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Post by Santino 1 on Sept 12, 2006 19:23:44 GMT 1
Holding Sybelle tightly in my grip, I sped quickly through the night sky, landing us swiftly inside the inner courtyards of Castle Dracula, the air hung heavily in a thick fog causing me to smile fondly as the memories of long ago came forth in bittersweet waves.
The capture and torture of hundreds of vampires throughout the centuries! Vampires as old as Akasha and Enkil! Witches who had coveted the vampires life and vexed and enchanted many of my kind forcing them to make a fledgling out of a witch or sorcerer! Vampires made in their prime of life! But with the mind of a child! Vampires who were evil doers as mortals, and made as a ghastly and horrific mistake by their makers! How much more sinister can a creature be, who was a monster before they were born into darkeness!
Indeed, those were trying times, and I Santino took it upon myself to right their wrongs! Take and make these revenant vampires pay for their evil deeds through torture and starvation, for death is not a punishment for one that is already dead!
"Silence Sybelle!" I shouted into her ear as we entered the dark and cold corridors of castle Dracula, my iron grip wrapped securely around her small waist. Seconds later we desecended down a narrow path of stone stairs strewn with webs, rats scurrying to and fro, their tiny squeals adding to the ambiance of the night. On and on we went, twists and turns at every dark corner, her struggles becoming all the more intense and her screams for help echoing off the high stone walls.
Finally we approached one of the deepest chambers of the Count's dungeons. The walls lined with ancient iron weapons of torture. Yet, seemingly always ready and waiting for their next victim.
"Get into the coffin Sybelle!" I ordered as I easily slid the heavy iron lid away. "Quickly! We've no time to waste! For the sun is quickly rising over the horizon, and although there appears to be no way for daylight to enter our new home, there are cracks within these stone walls to which the rays of the sun will burn you a crisp! And my dear one, my sweetest Sybelle." I said softly stroking her silken arms, "I prefer to keep your beauty as eternal as it is meant to be." I softly whispered into her ear, as I gently trailed kisses down her neck, and then swiftly lifted her into my arms, and slid her slender eternally youthful body into the iron coffin, quickly I followed directly after her. Lifting the lid and enclosing us tightly together in the confines of the darkness.
And it was oh so sweet, oh so sublime, for I had spent years in the iron coffin, six feet under. Gone and forgotten, and for the first time in centuries. The passions of the male vampire within me were awakened, and it was all I could do to prevent myself from mortally ravishing the sweet and succulent fledgling of Marius de Romanus as her soft and sensuous form easily nestled herself beneath me. My lips easily resting against her soft neck, the blood beneath her skin causing my lips to tingle, and my teeth ached to sink into her neck. And softly I whispered, my lips softly brushing her neck. "Sleep Sybelle, sleep." And when you awaken, you will have a new life, and a new master. And perhaps my dear, just perhaps. You shall be my new queen to reign by my side. The Coven mistress to the new "Children of Darkness!"
OOC: Gonna get Louis on the next night, so your post should reflect on our first night, and on your second night alone. You are locked inside the dungeon, but not inside the coffin. Have fun! :twisted: I'll be back!
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 16, 2006 4:55:42 GMT 1
I fell from his arms as he released me and I cried out ”SANTINO!!!!!!!!!! I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SWIM!!! SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!”
God…I didn’t want to call upon him to rescue but I had no choice. Either call upon him or drown. And I didn’t want to drown. I feared it badly. “Santino!! Please. I beg of you pick me up. Take me out of these waters!!! I’m terrified of drowning!!!” I cried out in a pleading way. As he lifted me out of the water there were tears yet again in my eyes. Santino instructed me to calm down and to remain still and I did just that. I simply gave into him and wrapped my arms around his neck and my long slendor legs around his waist and I laid my head upon his shoulder my breath upon his neck, trembling with cold but mainly with fear. Tears continued to fall from my eyes at the sheer thought of falling into the waters again.
Whenever Armand would take me through the night sky like this, I was always under a mind spell. But both him and Marius always draped their cloak over me so I wouldn’t see anything. Keeping me protected and hidden. I allowed my mind to drift off into a world in which I always dreamed of but never let onto anyone else. A world where I was a pianist being taught by a mystery man. Teaching me to play his wonderful music and everything I knew about the piano. Playing great shows for him. My mind had created my own Phantom of the Opera but for an orchestra. This mystery man was madly in love with me and I was in love with someone else. This mystery man showed me what true love was and I fell out of love with the other in love with my mystery teacher. The one whom played mind games with me. The one whom placed me on that pedistool and made me what I was…the most beautiful and well known pianist in the whole world. Yes that’s right, I was famous and rich only because of my talents and with the aid of my new lover I went places I never could before.
As he landed with me in his grip and still clinging desperately too him, I tightened the grip, but only because of the fact I hated heights. My eyes were shut tight but my mind was blank to him. My pulse raced on and on as if it were a deisal train about to collide with another due to the lack of breaks. No I wasn’t going to let go. And I made it clear by keeping a death locked grip on him.
When we started to descend into the castle, I fought even more harder than before. I was terrified for my life. “SILENCE SYBELLE!!!” He shouted into my ear making me scream from the startle of his voice. I began to kick him, scratch him, and even screaming again. His command wasn’t going to shut me up. I cried out for my father and for Armand, but I knew that my cries would fall deaf to Marius, but yet I knew that Armand could hear me and would do something about it if he truly loved me. I sent Armand images of the building I was in and what was around it. “Get into the coffin Sybelle!” Santino instructed. I had already given up fighting him. I was getting sleepy. My sleep would soon over come me. But yet I couldn’t move. My body was getting heavy. "Quickly! We've no time to waste! For the sun is quickly rising over the horizon, and although there appears to be no way for daylight to enter our new home, there are cracks within these stone walls to which the rays of the sun will burn you a crisp! And my dear one, my sweetest Sybelle." He said stroking my arms, and continuing on with "I prefer to keep your beauty as eternal as it is meant to be." He softly whispered into my ear, as he gently trailed kisses down my neck. I welcomed his touch, his kisses. Terrified as I might have been…I still welcomed his touch, his kisses, his breath upon my very skin. Santino was evil in my eyes, but in my heart and soul, he was gentle in his affections.
Santino picked me up and placed into the coffin with gentleness and he followed right behind. I only blinked and yawned as the coffin lid was shut. His words repeated into my mind of how the sun could still reach the dungeon and how he wanted to preserve my beauty. I heard him tell me to sleep and felt his lips upon my neck yet again. My fingers found his hair, as a way of soothing myself like a child would cling to a security blanket. I slid closer to my captor and fell into my death sleep. I was still. I was silent. In my mind, dreams occurred but they weren’t to where I was affected by crying, screaming or moving. I enjoyed knowing in the back of my mind, that I had someone near me.
When I awoke the next night, I was still in the coffin, but the lid was to the side of it. Santino wasn’t there. I was scared. I ran up the steps to the door and cried for Santino to come to me. To take me out. Just to get out of the dungeon. I wanted his touch. I craved for him. And boy did I long to see his face. That beauty of his. There was no answer. Slowly, however, I walked back down to the coffin and climbed back into it and laid there thinking about everything. Including all that Santino had to offer me. Sybs, this is what you need to get your revenge on Marius and Armand. Stop crying out for help. Think about it!! You could be Santino’s Queen. What better way to get revenge than to get back at your father and Armand, other than by being Santino’s Queen.
“Yes, That does sound like a wonderful idea. I should do that. My new master will be proud of my decision. But I think that I should lure Armand and Marius here. Help Santino out you know. Then, and only then, I can fully submit myself to Santino.” I said to myself. Indeed, lure, bait, and pull them in. You do know that this means or could possibly mean death for Marius, and possibly Armand too. Tears of anger filled my eyes and I very boldly and coldly said, “I do not care anymore. They abandoned me. They left me in my times of need. Marius always favored the others more than me. And Armand…he deserves death too, because he loves Daniel more than me. So no…I don’t care.” I said to myself. So you don’t are if those two die?
“I said I don’t care. I DON’T CARE! NOT ANYMORE!!! FUCK THEM BOTH!! LET THEM DIE AT SANTINO’S HANDS!!!” I screamed. My screams echoed off the walls and I laid in the protection of the coffin, with the lid to the side and I cried. The loneliness was killing me more than ever. I didn’t know where Santino had gone, but I was hungry and wanted to feed. I remember that in Louis’ desperation, he would eat off rats. I shuddered heavily at the thought of feeding off rats. Thankfully, none were running around. I stood up and stepped out of the coffin and walked around.
Though it was dark, I only had the lights of candle. Tears filled my eyes and fell. Never in my life had I felt more alone, than I did right then and there. I wanted a bath. I felt dirty and I knew I must have looked aweful. There was no one to impress. So why bother with a bath? I began to walk around and survey my new surroundings. I knew I was in a dungeon as Santino had told me. There was all kinds of medieval weaponary and gadgets. I shivered hard at the sight of some of the things. There were even skeleton bones lying around. I had read Armand’s book and knew what was to come. Starvation and Torture. Hopefully by my decision to give into Santino; I could ward off torture.
Santino can give you all that you ever wanted and more. Become his queen. You can’t go wrong. Believe me it is something you can benefit from. “Yes, I know. And I wouldn’t ever have to worry about being abandoned. This is all starting to look better by the day. Er…well night.” I said to myself. Exactly, he’d never abandon you. He might have other lovers, but you will always be his queen. This title also means you’ll have others under you. He did say, “Coven Mistress.” Slowly and night by night others will come to obey you. “Indeed, and I am slowly going insane. The proof is I am talking to myself. But I don’t want to be put to death.” I said to myself.
Sybelle, you don’t have to worry. Santino needs you. And you’re not going insane. You’re simply…bettering yourself. Make him think highly of you. You will become just like him. Evil. And evil is a good thing. Demand that Armand and Marius die while you watch. Demand that all that has hurt you be put to death in your very presence. This is the start. Even your precious Lestat should die.
“But Lestat never hurt ME!!!!” I said to myself. That’s where you’re wrong. He slept with Louis when he was nly merely hours before declaring his love for you. Make HIM pay!!! “You’re right. It’s high time for the brat prince to be knocked off his pedistool. It’s time for Sybelel to arise. A new life has begun. No one that has e ver been in my life and hurt me will survive. I will not have pity on them. They can apologize, shower me with gives, and even promise me their love and affections but I will not give in. I simply, WILL NOT HAVE IT!!” I shouted. Ah, spoken like a true evil queen Marius should die first. “No. the way to get to Marius is through his heart. Armand dies first.” I said to myself. Now you’re thinking. After Armand dies, Lestat should be the next and then Marius. Very Good. “Lestat yes. Then I wish for Marius to witness Santino and I in intimate relations. Something that would kill him even more.” I said yet again. Brilliant
After that long discussion with myself, the sun was rising and my death sleep was knocking at my door. I climbed back into the coffin and closed the lid, hoping that when I awoke the next night…that my master would be home. Santino. My new hope in life, would be home. Though I knew he wouldn’t welcome me with welcome arms, just the thought of him being home…was enough to make me feel good. And I drifted off into sleep, with hopes of seeing my new master.
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Post by Santino 1 on Sept 17, 2006 19:44:32 GMT 1
That evening I awoke startled by the sweet and delicate female form laying softly beneath me. Being only twenty years in the blood, it would take my new conquest another two hours to awaken. How sweet she appeared to me, how sensuously delicate. Her still newborn vampire skin, her face and delicate cheekbones softer than a rose's petal. Her lips, full and ripe as a plum. I moved ever so slightly, loving the feel of her full breasts against my hardened chest, my hands swiftly sweeping the sides of her feminine curves.
It has been centuries since I held a woman this closely to me and with such delicate intimacy. And the male vampire within me awakened to its full potency, and I longed to once again feel the passions of a mortal man. But alas...I am no longer mortal, and the desire for her blood far overwhelmed any such mortal intimacies....however sweet the memory.
Indulging myself in one quick kiss upon her sweet but cold lips, I swiftly removed myself from our shared coffin, and ventured to explore our new chambers.
The castle had many dungeons, and the chamber to which I had taken Sybelle appeared to be the largest and the most elaborate of all the cells. The coffin in which we slept last night was in the center of the large room, a huge wooden table with two golden candleabras and matching golden goblets added to the atmosphere of the room. To the farthest side was a large golden archway, the ancient wood heavily carved with what appeared to be fanciful whimsical cupids. Passing through the large archway, I decided to investigate the next room.
A huge bed sat in the center of the room, it's heavily carved headboard matching that of the archway. A huge and ancient canopy covered in inches of dust and cobwebs strewn about as though they were replacing the almost threadbare fabric. Lifting my hand to touch the canopy, I watched in fascination as it quickly turned to dust upon my fingertips.
To the side of the bed stood a huge ornately carved dresser which matched the headboard and archway, it's mirror capturing my image and that of a huge wardrobe closet behind me to the farthest side of the room . Within that closet still hung very old garments of a centuries bygone era.
I looked about the room and my heart clenched tightly as memories filled my mind of my own era and the time into which I was born.
Well, enough of this melancholy mortals nonsense, for a room is simply a room, and nothing more. In truth, what care I for such mundane domestic matters. I had fledglings to steal and havoc and chaos to reek upon those who would dare to forget their dark coven master!
Ah yes. Vengeance, is sweet. And so must be the blood of the infamous and gentle faced Louis de Pointe du Lac!
And with an evil grin, oh yes dear friends I am quite an evil fiend, a master to the little devils who shall soon be my most apt pupils. What a sweet thought! I can already hear their tender wails echoing throughout the castle walls!
And with the sweetly beautiful face of Monsieur de Lioncourt's fledgling on my mind. I left Sybelle in this, our new chambers, and made my way through the various mazes and catacombs and within seconds my vampire eyes guided my way out of the catacombs, quickly leading my way out of the dungeons. And the full moon shown brightly upon my face as the howls of the children of the night echoed in my ears, and I smiled once again as I swiftly took to the air, for this was most definitely Transylvania.
And those eerie howls which filled the cold night air told a much deeper story.
For those howls could only be recognized by a vampire's ears. And all at once I knew that I truly was in Transylvania. For those howls do not belong to an animal. No indeed. Only a werewolf could make such a howl that would resound deep into a vampires cold and unnatural heart.
SANTINO'S THREAD CONT. AT 1127 RUE ROYALE PART 4
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 17, 2006 20:20:48 GMT 1
Oh the beauty of the room I was in. I had failed to see it when I was furious. After my little nap...I decided I'd explore better. The room was ravashing. My mind before painted it as if it were a dangerous place to be. I blinked. I walked looking at the golden goblets on the table before me.
The table was beautifully crafted and I fell in love with its massive beauty. The cupids almost looked as if they were alive. I ran my hand along the grain of the wood expecting to get a splinter but instead it felt like satin. I looked up to notice the beautiful chandeliers. Both immaculate of sizes and probably made of pure gold. I felt at home a bit now. I wasn't going to be feelign weird after all.
Continuing my little walk I walked into another room under an archway and there was a beautiful bedroom. "Oh wow. I would love to make this mine and his chambers. I could decorate this. That is...if he'd let me decorate the room. Nothing but velvets. THe colors of his choice." I said to myself. I was excited. I walked over to the bed and sighed. It was so beautiful. Who ever created the works of art with the furniture was a mastermind. A genius.
I could smell Santino's scent. He had been in here. Oh..how my heart raced. I couldn't wait to...wait aminute...I"m the one who was kidnapped here. I shouldn't be watning these things. But I can't help if knowing that he's going to love me in ways never possible...I might as well let the fantasy begin.
I saw that what remained of the fabric was now dust. I walked over to the Amoir and opened it seeing tons of cobwebs. I reached in to touch the clothes that were in there and coughed as they burst into dust before me and clouded my face. Closing the door to the thing, I walked over to the closet and saw more clothes. I would leave these be since I didn't want another dust bunny attack. I sighed and walked out of the room turning back to look at it once more, I moved into the sitting area and climbed back into the casket to dream of my dark knight...Santino...lavishing me with his love and whatever it was that would please my heart. And I fell into my deaht sleep.
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Post by Santino 1 on Sept 17, 2006 21:08:59 GMT 1
I awoke with a start, the feminine beauty of Sybelle stunning me as I gazed face down at her soft form. Softly I stroked her silken face, mesmerizing myself by the sweetness of her delicate features, such innocence in her face. Long delicate lashes curving upwards to fan her wide eyes. Eye's that were closed now as she continued deep into the death sleep, and the dreams she had...yes, I COULD ENVISION THEM! Dreams of seeking her maker, dreams of rejoining with her Armand! But in the midst of those dreams was someone else, taller, more refined...darker and with a handsomely striking face! Ah well! Chuckling deeply, I kissed her soft yet still icy cold lips. She dreamt of me! How sweet, how perfect, how enticingly seductive, for a moment, I thought to await for her to awaken. But I had business at hand, and the Beautiful One would soon be rising, and with him...so shall his hunger!
Swiftly I moved away from her and seconds later I made my way out of our new chamber, I would have to travel quite a distance and bring back not one but two mortals for my new prisoners to feast from. And both still young in the blood, they should be quite hungry when I return!
Santino's thread continued in "Ye Ole Country Tavern"
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 17, 2006 21:15:18 GMT 1
Night had arrived and I was again lonely. I opened my eyes and then realized that my new master had indeed came home. The lid to the coffin was off. I sat up and looked around hoping to see him. To talk to him. To let him know what I wished to do.I climbed out of the coffin and walked around. "Santino?" I asked. I moved around to where our new bedchmbers were and called out again, "Santino?" Instantly tears formed in my eyes. I wanted him. I needed him. I was scared and cold. I began to shiver. I moved up the stairs and found that the door was unlocked. I opened the door and went walking, but hearing no one return my calls...I merely turned and went back into my little dungeon area. Tears began falling and I climbed back into the coffin and laid there wanting Santino more than anything. "I'm so scared." I whispered trembling. Never more did I want him more than anything and since I was still newborn into the blood...I couldn't sense his presence. But there was another familiar presence. Louis... Ahh hell I didn't care. I just wanted someone to come and talk to me and be near me and I wanted it to be Santino. I wanted to let him know that....What did I want to let him know? Sybelle... A voice within my head said. I tried to ignore the voice within. But it kept calling out to me. Finally tiring of it, "What?" I asked it. Now's your chance to tell Santino of your plans. That is if he is back here. Do you think he has returned to you? I mean after all you did wake up with the coffin lid off and no one else knows you were down here except for him. The voice said. "I don't know if Santino is here or not. For all I know...he could have came home...checked in on me, and then left again. Why are you bothering me? Go away." I said to myself. But...I am not bothering you. And I can not go away. Telling me to go away would be like telling yourself to stop existing. The voice said. I replied, "Who are you anyways?" That is easy. I am simply you. I am your inner voice. I ended up ignoring the voice in my head and I went up the stairs again and explored the castle. I went into another room and looked out. I didn't know where I was but quite frankly I was enjoying what little bit of freedom I did have. The ability to walk around. The room I was in, was huge. It was as if it was meant for a library. I gazed out the window at the moon that was now high in the sky announcing that it was a little after midnight wherever I was. There was water below...the ocean. Though I didn't know which one it was, I didn't really care because I was too busy admiring the beauty before me. I sighed softly and just peered out the window. I didn't need Marius or Armand anymore. I was happy where I was. And I didn't need to admit it either. But then my memory flashed back to a dream I had last night. Marius and Armand were here in this very place and so was Santino. And I was demanding that those that betrayed me be put to death before my eyes. I had no remorse for them. Then I saw Santino in my dreams. Yes...He and I were being intimate. Not as in having sex intimate but exchanging our blood intimate. Yes. I shivered as I thought about those dreams and I opened my eyes, there before me was the vast ocean its waves licking the rocks as if they were a tasty treat. I sighed again and longed for Santino to come up behind me and wrap his arms around me and tell me how much I would love being with him. To whisper those sweet secrets into my ear and let me do the ordering of the death of those I loved and so greatly loved. Then the thought hit me. Instead of having Lestat Killed I'd order Louis killed. Growing bored with myself I decided to see if I could escape. I know it would only make him angry with me but what the hell...I could atleast try. To give myself some knowledge that it was worth the try. I started to move downwards and towards the doors to the Castle finding that nothing was locked. I stepped out and crossed over onto dry land. I was free. I looked around and saw that there were woods all around me. Yeah...I could make a run for it. I began to run to get away from the castle but I stopped dead in my tracks halfway into the woods when I heard a low growl. I knew it wasn't Santino. It couldn't be. And suddenly remaining locked up in the castle wasn't such a bad idea. I looked around me, fear starting to gain on me and I wanted to cry out for Santino's help. I had been stupid and gotten myself into this mess when I saw what was a wolf. Oh God. I'm dead I said moving slowly backwards without moving too fast to scare the thing into attacking me. I slowly turned around and then dashed for it. I heard it howl and I screamed and ran back towards the direction of the Castle in hopes that I would run into Santino and be punished for my stupidity rather than be killed by the wolf. I began screaming for Santino...He had to hear me and hopefully wouldn't be to busy to notice that I was in danger. "SANTINO!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!!!!" I screamed running at full force but the wolf kept gaining on me and I had tears flowing down my face. I was scared to death. I fell over a rock and scrambled back to my feet. I saw the castle ahead but I wasn't fast enough. I could feel the thing gaining on me. "Shit I'm dead." I said crying. Again I fell and this time I fell so hard that I didn't have time to get up. The wolf was already prowling around me and silently I begged for Santino to come. I would have to apologize for what I was trying to do.
Where in the world was Santino? Didn’t he hear my cries? Oh God! I knew right then and there that I was going to die as that wolf pounced on me. “Dear God…if I am to die tonight at this wolf’s mercy….please, save my soul.” I whispered. Those next moments felt like an eternity. I was being mauled alive by this wolf. His mauling made it feel as if I was in a saw mill. I was the log and he was the saw. At one point, the wolf picked me up and shook me as if I was a rag doll. His growling could be heard loud and clear. As his teeth bit into me over and over again my skin ripped. And the sound it made was as if someone was ripping paper. My blood flowed out of me like a river. I began to pound and kick at the wolf, but it only made him all the more angry. I continued to cry and scream. Beg and plead for help. I sent image upon image of this wolf attacking me.
Since I was so young in the blood, my body couldn’t heal fast enough. The next bite, the wolf bit into my stomach and ripped a chunk of skin off of me. In that moment, as the blood flowed like a river, my hands moved to the wound to stop the bleeding. The wolf’s claws scratched my face, my legs, my arms and my back. Teeth bit into my left breast as he tried to go for my heart. I even looked as if I had been dragged to hell and back. Slowly, my conscience was fading. My body trembled. This made me wonder if this was a nightmare. Yes…that’s it!!! I am simply having a nightmare. I closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them that I would be in the safety of my coffin with Santino laying next to me. Upon opening my eyes, the wolf was still mauling me. I was in so much pain that no words could describe how I felt. Lifting an arm, I noticed that my skin hung from me like ribbons. I tried screaming and in that moment the wolf growled and clamped his mouth over my throat. I could hear movement off in the distance and more tears fell as I knew this would had cried for more to assist him in his kill.
Boy was I wrong. It was Santino! The wolf still had a hold on me until for whatever reason it ran away whimpering. I laid there, bleeding profusely and my body twitched from its attack. “Santino!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!” I cried. I saw through his eyes what I looked like. Horror sheer horror. I looked as if someone shoved me through a paper shredder. Santino moved next to me. “NO!!!!!!!!!!! DON’T TOUCH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’RE GOING TO HURT ME!!!!!!!!! STOP!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” I screamed as I drew up to protect myself in one way or another. Here was the man that kidnapped me and promised a better life. Yet however, while I was being mauled, he was no where to be found and never once did he come to my aide. No…I didn’t want to be with him. He honestly let me down when I needed him the most. “Just…leave me here to die.” I managed to say. I was becoming delirious from the pain. I really wasn’t in my right mind at that moment. “I thought you’d take care of me? You promised me a better life. So why not leave me here to die. You really let me down.” I said. He never paid me any attention or so it seemed, and he moved forward to move me. Again, I screamed in agonizing pain and cried for him not to touch me. I kicked him and he let out a growl. That growl scared me so bad…I searched for the wolf. I clamed up and listened for the wolf. I wasn’t dead. So did the wolf come back to finish the job? All I knew was that I wanted sweet release from my pain. That sweet release wouldn’t come. I was suddenly cold and realized that I was naked. Did Santino still think of me as beautiful? My blood was all around me on the ground and I could barely move. Wounds were half healed or still open. The biggest being the chunk of skin missing from my stomach. If I was to live…I would have a long slow recovery a head of me. And it started with getting me inside and out of danger.
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Post by Santino 1 on Sept 17, 2006 21:32:12 GMT 1
Upon entering our bed chamber I found my succulent new prisoner gone....the lid to our coffin open and our lavish four poster canopy bed freshly made. All dust and cobwebs gone and a beautiful blonde haired corpse lain in a bloodless heap in the center of our bed. 'Well, now.... Where could she possibly have gone to.....Ah but then, I can simply hone my thoughts to her befuddled little mind and find her as quickly and casually as a mortal picking up the telephone. Before I could concentrate to pick up her thoughts the loud sound of a beast came forth through the open windows and echoed throughout all the castle rooms. Following the fierce growl of an obvious wolf came the shrill and glass shattering sound of Sybelle's terrified screams.
“Santino!!!!!!!!!! HELP ME!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!”
In an instant I moved at a preternatural speed I was not even aware I had. My heart pounding as the stolen blood in my veins burned with anxiety. Very few times in my immortal life have I ever felt such a thing, the last memory being that of Akasha as she recounted to us at the big table at Maharet's house her intentions for all her supposed children. But Sybelle was no child of mine, childlike though she was. She gave this feeling of need. Need to be desired, need to be protected, and yes perhaps....even need to be loved. But I know not of such things. Love? What is it to me? In truth there is no place in the life of a vampire for such frivolity. And yet.... The intensity of Sybelle's screams combined with the sweet memory of her tender touch as way lay in our coffin last night pulled a painful string in my long dead and cold heart.
Seconds later I found her, bleeding horribly from many different wounds inflicted by the wild beast. A beast whose heart I heard still beating but hidden deep within the thick leaves of the darkened forest. He was watching us, but he was wary of my powers. He was an intelligent being, his brain power far more civilized than that of a simple hungry wolf.
With strong arms I grasped her waist and quickly flew us back to the castle. She many gaping wounds and her cries of pain burned a sadness in my sensitive ears which lay thickly upon my callous heart.
Laying her gently on the freshly made bed, I whispered softly in her ear.
"There now, calm yourself my sweet Sybelle. I can easily quicken your healing but I must insist that you lay still."
Then with blood tears streaming thickly from her eyes, her body shivering violently as she grasped the gaping hole that was once her stomach. She softly uttered the words...."Help me Santino....I don't want to die....but the pain...it is too much...."
"Ah my sweet little honey flower....you cannot die my dear for you have already died a mortals death. And although the pain you feel is so intense it might feel like you are going to die, trust me. You won't! Now lie still my sweet Darling One and I shall begin to heal you, but being young in the blood, this might take a few nights before you are fully recovered. And every night you shall have to drink from me Sybelle, drink to your full satisfaction. And in turn....when you feel better, and stronger. I shall take back that which you have taken from me, and together we shall feel passions which no mortal man or woman have ever felt."
"Now....lie still, and drink!"
Then placing my wrist into her mouth....I groaned inwardly as her sharp fangs sank deep into my wrist, the blood coursing quickly into her mouth, the gentle suckling of her lips upon my wrist causing me to gasp outwardly.
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 18, 2006 0:18:38 GMT 1
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.
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Post by Santino 1 on Oct 9, 2006 5:06:41 GMT 1
She lay there in a bloody heap, her soft lips attached to my wrist for several agonizing yet incredibly sensual moments. Desperately I tried to shield my thoughts and memories from her, but the intensity of pain her body had endured was simply too strong, and in that strength she pulled forth from me every memory I held closest to my dark heart.
With long learned control I withheld the darkest of my memories. For as former Coven Master to the Children of Darkness I had held witness to atrocities many vampires young or old could not even fathom in their darkest dreams. Vampires new in the blood and so horrifically deranged by the dark blood I had no other choice but to order their destruction.
For to let these creatures run rampantly about the European countryside would have caused mortals to find out about us. Many a day I would lie in my coffin, and the voices of mortals in the surrounding village of the ancient church to which I had taken refuge would pray to their Gods to take the illness that ravaged the minds of their loved ones. Perfectly made humans with less than perfect minds, and given the dark gift. Perfect monsters. Creatures whose hearts had died before their mortal death. Creatures that never should have been made. Human or Vampire. And someone had to put these hideous beings to rest.
In my desperation to right the wrongs of roque vampires who cared not what they did, whose selfish love for living and killing caused them to recklessly make these hideous creatures. I stepped forth and took on the responsibility of judging these creatures along with their rogue makers. And in my trails and tribulations I tried to gain others to join in on my quest. Offering to them to help me head the "Children of Darkness" in order to be rid of the hideous and heartless vampire monsters that roamed the countryside causing havoc and creating more of their kind. One such ancient I approached was the marble god himself. Marius de Romanus, whose only desire in his immortality was to paint frivolous works of art that no mortal could ever view.
Marius de Romanus. He would defile me by refusing to join my side in my quest for righteousness in the darkness of our immortal lives. He who forgot his beloved Amadeo and left the newly made Bianca to fend for herself, and now Sybelle....
Sweet, sweet succulent Sybelle. Ripe as pink roses and flushed with my blood as she lay sprawled out on our new bed. Her chest heaving as she let out small gasps of breath, the pain within her still sharp causing her to shiver with torment. And in her delirium she whispered desperate words of devotion to me.
“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.”
Then with closed eyes, her upper lip lined with beads of blood sweat, she said in the softest voice. “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.” Slowly I extended a finger and pressed it to her lips. "Be silent now sweet Sybelle, rest and let the blood cure you, it will take time dear one for you are still new in the blood, your wounds are not all healed." I said as I surveyed the damage once again, a huge gaping wound holding open her belly. I was just about to cut open my wrist and pour in the healing blood when in her agony and delirium she began to shout hysterically. “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!!!!!!!!!!” "Ah but my dear, you know not to whom you speak to!" I said the anger in my voice sharpening like the twist of a knife as my eyes narrowed in warning. Then in a much softer voice my lips gently touching her ear. "Lay still sweet Sybelle, allow my blood to heal you, and then you and I shall reign in this our new kingdom. Can you hear him Sybelle? Louis as he screams for his maker, his beloved Lestat. He who cannot hear his beloved's voice. "Ah, but I can hear your's sweet Sybelle, screaming for me with the mind gift as that creature attacked you, and I saved you Darling One, saved you from a fate worse than your mortal death." Then quickly taking my wrist to my mouth I slashed deep into the skin and then allowed the blood to pour in a quick gush into her belly healing her all at once, then after a few quick touches to her face with my blood she was completely devoid of all open wounds, and her breathing slowed to that of a purring kitten. Slowly I slipped her into my arms and kissed her soft and pink pouty lips, gently licking the blood sweat off her upper lip and then allowing my tongue to delve into her mouth as she let out a gentle gasp, then pricking my tongue on one of her fangs, I allowed her to drink once more of me, her limbs becoming stronger with each draught of my blood which went down her throat as though she were but a virgin vampire only recently made, and I knew all at once she was mine and would always be mine. Her thoughts now utterly clear of her maker and the imp to whom she had once held out her heart. As she fell deep into the death sleep, I lifted her into my arms and took us back to our coffin, although the room was sealed tight of all light, I felt most at ease within the tight confines of a coffin. And there we lay folded into each others arms whilst the morning sun covered the hillside and put to rest all the creatures of the night, be they good or evil. The following evening I left Sybelle still caught deeply within the death sleep, and although I desired no less than to have her awaken in my arms and kiss her soft silken lips there was much yet to be done. And with my task at hand, I set flight for New Orleans once again.
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Post by Sybelle on Oct 10, 2006 14:53:23 GMT 1
The last thing I remembered was Santino carrying me to the coffin where I snuggled closer to him just befroe the death sleep. I slept peacefully and my body continued to heal. When I woke up, Santino wasn't there. I figured he had gone out to feed and to tend to some business. And for some reason, I was okay with it. I laid in the coffin fingering where he had laid next to me. I do know that he was right. I could hear Louis screaming and hollering for Lestat. I sighed heavily and climbed out of the coffin. There was no reason to remain in it; if I couldn't enjoy the solitude it offered with a lot of noise going on. I also was still bloodied but it was dry. I found a big bowl of water and a wash cloth. I decided that there had to be another way to bathe. ANd I found it. After bathing, I felt refreshed, but I now had no clothes. I looked around and saw Santino's clothes. Since he was taller than me, I decided on a shirt. Putting it on and buttuoning it up, it fell to my knees. I smiled since it still had a faint smell of him. I felt closer to him. I then took our bed sheets and washed them. The blood was out and so I draped them over things to dry out.
When I finished, I smiled and headed out into the castle to look around. I'd also try to find Louis and encourage him to shut up. He was giving me a headache. That is if vampires could get headaches.I would track the other v ampire down to see if he'd get me some clothes. I made my way through the castle. There was a third vampire. Female. If she comes near my Santino...I'll kill her. Wait...someone is playing the piano. I thought. I followed the sound until I saw the female playing the piano. She was good. I merely watched her. She looked up and smiled finishing her piece on a light note. She stood and walked towards me. "Hello. I'm Mina Murray. Vlad's love fling." She said to me. I began to fidgit and said, "I...I'm Sybelle. Fledgeling daughter to Marius de Romanus, but...I'm Santino's Queen." If that made any sense. "Nice to meet you. Is that all you have to wear?" She asked. Sadly, I nodded and said, "Yes. My only outift was destroyed last night." "Come, you look about my size. You can wear something of mine." She said. I followed her into her room and she chose a pair of denim jeans made by a Bisou Bisou and a tank top of black lace laid over a red tank top. Leaving her room, I headed out again in search of Louis. I was beginning to thinkg that I was going to fail at finding him. As I walked upstairs, I realized I was getting closer to Louis. I could hear him hollering for Lestat.
(This part continued in Visiting Louis so i'm just going to post the rest of the Santino post here.)
After teasing and taunting Louis for awhile I headed back to mine and Santino's room. I saw his wallet laying on the table. I opened it and found like fifty credit cards. Grabbing ten of them, I left the castle for the village. I went using my immortal speeds since I didn't have the cloud gift yet. I made my way into a clothinig store and purchased several decent sexy dresses and a few other clothes I loved. Like the flare legged jeans. Mina's I was wearing was that skinny leg type and I hated it. I smiled knowing that Santino would love the dress that was a halter top and was low cut in the back. I had a feeling he had a fascination with my beauty which I didn't care. I was his to look at if he wanted to. No other man would ever know that joy but him. Once I finished in the clothing store I made my way to an appliance store and ordered a washer and a dryer. A shower/bath, and a vaccum cleaner. All that maxed out the first card. Everything I had picked out was to be immediately delivered and set up. I expected it all to be working upon my return. The next store was a bedding store. I ordered only the finest bedding. The softest sheets and blankets and alost purchased velvet drapery to go around our bed and to be placed around the walls. I smiled. "He should like all of this." I said to myself.
My next stop was a store like a Wal-Mart where I bought some washing detergents, dryer fabric softern sheets, some things for the vaccum cleaner and some new candles. I bought anything and everythign that I could to go in our little home that was basically three or four rooms. After leaving that store, I went to an electronics store where I purchased a computer. I had bought one with alot of space on it. I even got things for DSL so I could go on the internet, and then some computer games. Leaving there I headed over to a car lot and purchased a Nissan Armada to safely transport me to and from the castle without fear of that thing that attacked me. The Armada had been imported in for a customer who apparently didn't want it. So I purchased it and had the windows tinted so dark that no mere mortal could see in or out. All windows were done like this. And the good thing was, if I was trapped at sunrise, no light would get in. I had that special allergic to the sun stuff placed over all of it after it was tinted so that I wouldn't get harmed. All they needed to know was that I was allergic to the sun. I placed my things into the SUV and made my way to the book store. Upong going in, I decided on buying every romance novel. I ordered them all and had them shipped tonight to the castle. On my way out of the store with five of the ten credit cards maxed out, I heard the crying of two babies. I followed their crying which lead me into an alley and followed the cries still to locate them. They were lying next to a dumpster. Looking at them they were only a few hours old. Twins. A boy and a girl. I took them into my arms and comforted them. I drove to the Wal-Mart like store and purchased formula, bottles, diapers, wipes, a playpen, a few clothes, as well as toiletry items, like baby shampoo, baby soap, shampoo and soap for myself. I even purchased two carseats remembering it was safer for them.
I climbed back into the truck and fastened each baby into their carseat and made the drive back to the castle. I could tell that the deliveries had been made. Mina was standing outside with a a huge smile on her face. "Yes those are for us." I said to her as I took out each carseat. She ran down to help me and said, "Are they your's?" "No. I found them. They were abandoned. So I took them in. The boy is named Andrew Leland, and the girl is Arianna Marie. I don't know how Santino will react to them but I could always use your help." I said to her. Leland and Arianna were peacefully sleeping, so I sat them just inside the door to unload the Armada, in which Mina was drooling over. She looked up and said, "So who is Santino?"
I smiled and said, "It's a long story. He's a vampire from around my maker's time. Marius, who is my maker, hated Santino. When Armand, my wanna be maker, was a few months into the blood, Santino attacked Marius setting him on fire, kidnapping Marius' young students and Armand. Santino killed all the students, save Riccardo. He was fed to Armand. Armand was taught the evil ways of the Coven until he met Louis. Then he gave up. So Akasha who was Queen at the time, burried Marius under tons of ice and the only ones who came to his rescue was Pandora and Santino. Years later, a guy named Thorn killed Santino or so he thought. Anyways, Armand and Marius had abandoned me, Lestat betrayed me and the next thing I knew, Santino kidnaps me bringing me here to my new home. He offerd me so much more than Armand and Marius ever had. I tried to escape last night but that didn't work. I was attacked by a Lycan/werewolf. As Santino healed me, I realized I wanted to be with him. I don't want to go back to a life where no one remembers me. Armand claims he loves me but he has his head shoved up his one true fledgeling's butt."
After unloading and unpacking things, I put the twins playpen together and took Arianna inot my arms to feed Her. Once she was fed, I bathed her and clothed her and settled her in for the day. I then did the same routine for Leland. I had three hours til Sun-up and Santino wasn't back. I watched the babies for a moment and placed velvet drapes around the bed and on the walls. Now it was sa fe in the room. I had a feeling the babies wouldn't awake until the next night. I just sensed it in them. Climbing into the coffin, I sat there for a moment. I then got out and took the babies into it with me. I thought about Santino. I would allow him to drink of my blood when he returned home to me. I owed it to him. And with that...I closed the coffin and settled into sleep with Leland and Arianna as their new mother.
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