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Post by Stirling on Sept 10, 2006 8:16:40 GMT 1
~CONTINUED FROM THE ISLAND~ Light as a feather. His feet were no longer on the ground. The warm night breeze was swooshing over him. The tickle of silken hair moving across his face. Arms.....had him in a strong yet soft and feminine embrace. He was at the mercy of whatever captured him. His eyes were closed as his heart beat like thunder. Stirling felt the weight of large breast intimately smashed against his chest and a pair of plush lips moving over his ear as the voice whispered. "Mon amour" His eyes snapped open. "Gabrielle?" It was her! His dark angel from many nights ago. Angel of his lifetime. "How did you know....?" Of course. He suddenly realized. Her vampiric abilites allowed her to do so. Out of there own accord Stirlings hands slid around her waist and held her close. His gaze flicked across her face in the after glow of the moonlight. She was so beautiful. Questions. What were they? He was enthralled. Adrenalin rush. A natural high. Her lips moved across his chin. He swallowed hard. / Take what information you need from my mind. I will hide nothing from you./ He used the mind touch. If he spoke he would have babbled like an idiot in shock of seeing her again. This attraction between them. The jungle goddess. The unique splendor of Gabrielle. He still couldn't understand it but he knew he didn't want to let go. Could this be magic? Unknown forces that pulled him towards her. The feeling that washed over him everytime she was near. Was this what some people described as heavenly bliss? He wondered this as his fingertips rested on her cheek. They were fire and ice caught up in there own world producing steam. Nothing else mattered. With her he didn't care that she was a vampire and he..a mere mortal. They touched down upon the earth as she handled him with gentle care. He took a moment to look around. A castle. How intriguing he thought. He would most definitely like to explore the interior. "Do you think this old place has a bedchamber, or shall we simply go down to the beach and indulge in our passions as we once did on my own Island?" She asked. He looked down into her eyes as she batted her lashes at him. How could he resist? Stirling gave a slow smile and extend arm so she may lay her delicate hand upon it. "M'lady I would love to accompany you inside the castle. I shall need to get out of these wet clothes before I catch cold. Perhaps they have a spare bedchamber after all?" Gabrielle laughed most seductively as he winked at her. Stirling took once glance back out towards the beach hidden behind the woods feeling guilty for abandoning Cassandra. Hopefully she would find her way soon. Right now he wanted to be in Gabrielle's company. His one and only lady. They had plenty of time to get to know each other once again for the night was still young....
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Sept 10, 2006 8:20:04 GMT 1
Landing lightly on the balcony of the Castle, I turned to mon Stirling and quickly stole a kiss, the stubble of his chin tickling the sensitivity of my lips and causing me to gasp lightly as remembered intimacies of a night not so long ago lingered into my heart causing me to momentarily hold my breath. With strong mortal arms, Stirling pulled me into the warmth of his embrace. And with a passion I have shown few others, I kissed him then and there in the darkness of the terrace, our lips enflamed, our silhouettes illuminating in the light of the full moon. The soft breeze causing my hair to billow out, and I felt him smile against my lips, ever so careful as to not nick him himself on my razor sharp fangs. "M'lady I would love to accompany you inside the castle. I shall need to get out of these wet clothes before I catch cold. Perhaps they have a spare bedchamber after all?"
He said whispering seductively into my ear, then taking my hand into his own he led me into the darkened room. Now, I have been in many a castle. Why I was born and bred in one. But I must say I was taken quite aback by the massiveness of this place. Huge vaulted ceilings so high up they seemed endless, several long stair cases intertwining in different directions. Ancient weapons adorned the walls, much like my husbands castle once did.
As we came upon one of the long staircases I felt a chill deep within my bones, and a certain eerie unnaturalness that only an unnatural being like myself could sense. Slowly I motioned for Stirling to remain quiet, as I listened intently to the surrounding walls, the ocean waves beating against the castle as though it might take it and carry it out into the sea.
Carefully we came up the stairs, as strong winds blew open the curtains of the huge and ancient stone windows which added a romantic mystique to our little adventure. As we came to the top of the staircase, I felt a presence about us, and Stirling tightened his grip about my waist, his own physic abilities kicking into overdrive. And we both looked at each other knowingly. For we both knew, we were not alone. A thing was lurking in the darkness. It's fowl stench becoming more and more apparent as the gentle breeze of the ocean flowed about the castle walls. Casually I looked up at the nearest open window. Mentally calculating how quickly I could fly us both out of here unharmed.
Silently Stirling motioned to me to follow him, the Talamascan in him burning in the desire to discover this mystery. Tentatively I followed, I didn't like this. I don't mind putting myself in harms way, for I can easily recover and heal with time. But to put the life of a mortal, a mortal for whom I felt great affection, this was something which enflamed my nerves as so little in this world does.
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Post by Stirling on Sept 17, 2006 4:54:09 GMT 1
I explored many castles when I was younger. As a child I discovered I could see spirits that haunted places such as these. It's true what they say. The Talamasca are everywhere. Watching, observing, recording. They found me and brought me in at such an early age that I don't know anything else. These times with Gabrielle are the closest to personal life outside the order that I ever had. And these times I treasure the most. Heaven forbid if the elders ever found out. I'd be banished from the order for breaking the "look but don't touch" or "never interfere" rule. I had heard about all the uproar over what David Talbot had done. I don't judge him for it. You can't always avoid face-to-face confrontation with the supernatural. Emotional attachments are forbidden but sometimes it happens. Being a memeber of the Talamasca is quite risky for the fieldworkers. You must always proceed with caution. Be at the right place at the right time and make for damn sure you heed the safety precautions because within a blink of an eye you could either wind up dead or "disappear". I for one am the risk taker.
Taking Gabrielle's hand in mine, I knew.....something else was in the darkness. After many years in the Talamasca I was like a trained machine. Anything mysterious I had to investigate and wouldn't rest until I found out what it was learking around us. It was the strong smell. Something of death and the sound of grunting. I closed my eyes and put one hand on the stone cold castle wall, letting my fingers glide across the rough texture. The presence had thoughts and the thoughts screamed out. Food, hunger, kill. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst. It was the thrill of the discovery. Gabrielle tightened her grip, hugging my arm to her body now. I knew she would rather I didn't but I had to.
Holding my breath, I turned the door knob. The door creaked open. "It's too dark. I can't see a bloody thing!" I whispered to Gabrielle. And just as if right on cue, whatever was hiding behind that door within the darkness reached out and grabbed the front of my jacket and hauled me inside! To stunned for words, the fatal stench waffed up strongly into my nostrils. It smelled like a dirty toilet that had never been flushed but worse.
"Mon Stirling!" Gabrielle screamed as I was then thrown across the room and slammed into a bookshelf on the wall. Raising up on my forearms, just slightly dazed, I recovered quickly. I could make out the outline of the creature as it turned around and walked passed the open window. It was headed for Gabrielle now as she stood there baring her fangs at the creature, ready to strike back at any minute. I scrambled to my feet and picked up the thickest book and threw it, hitting the monster in the back of the head. It swirled around with a savage snarl. I picked up another book just before it grabbed me again. It's grip was so powerful I thought it might crush the bones in my arms. Instant reaction, I lifted the book above my head and drove it with all my strength, smashing it into the creatures face. It howled and dropped me to the floor.
A growl and a blur of movements, I was suddenly outside the door once again. A loud scuffle inside the room. I stood up and banged on the door, jerking the door knob."Gabrielle!" She was locked inside that room with that creature! "GABRIELLE!" I banged on the door.
The noise inside the room was suddenly turned into dead silence. The locks gave way.
The door opened and Gabrielle stepped out. I hugged her close. "Thank god! Are you alright? What is that thing?"
A twinkle in her eye she smiled. "Tis alright Mon Stirling. Poor creature is sleeping now." She locked the door behind her. Whatever she had done to the creature, I did not know but I had an idea of what it was.
"Revnant?" Sly grin.
"Yes." She tugged my arm. "We must hurry. If it wakes it shall be very angry."
"I think it's movements will be slow and hard to detect us."
"That is true for it is not very smart but it can catch us if we are not careful."
I took her hand and we began to run back down the spirling staircase. The iron scones that held candles on the wall began to burst to life as we ran by, lighting the way, thanks to Gabrielle. "I think we should move to other side of the castle. I saw another set of stairs when we first entered this place." She nodded and giggled with glee. Her silken hair bouncing around her shoulders. It was like we were children on a playground, exploring and trying not to get into trouble doing so. I couldn't help but smiled back at her.
Once we reached the bottom of the staircase, we went down another corridor then up the other set of stairs. We ran down the hall and opened another door which led to large room. Lavishly furnished and spacious. Could have been a ballroom. I slowed my pace as Gabrielle released my hand. Soft light began to fill the room as Gabrielle used her vampiric ability to light all the candles. I could see the polished marble floor beneath my feet.
A flower arrangement of roses sat on small table. I took a single rose in my hand and smelled it's fragrance.
"Mon Stirling." She said to me. Her voice seemed to echo. I turned to face her. Our chests were heaving. Partly from running and partly from the adrenalin rush from what just happened. She stood near an old-time record player. Lifting the needle, she placed it upon the record and the music began to play. A beam of moonlight came through the window in the center of the floor like a spotlight. Gabrielle stepped forward into it, motioning to me with her index finger to come......
~Dean Martin - Sway~
When marimba rhythms start to play Dance with me, make me sway Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore Hold me close, sway me more
Twirling the rose between my fingers, I stepped forward into the spotlight with her. We circled each other. She looked to my eyes. I wondered if she was just as hungry for me as I was for her. I pulled her body close, trailing the soft pedal of the rose down her cheek. She took the rose and placed the stem sideways into my mouth.
Like a flower bending in the breeze Bend with me, sway with ease When we dance you have a way with me Stay with me, sway with me
We began to sway. I used my index finger to flick her chin up. Her leg came to rest on my hip before I thrusted her into a dip. She looked up at me batting her lashes. I brought her back up and tucked the rose behind her ear.
Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak
I spun her out of my arms then tugged her hand to spin her back again. She walked around me, her hand sliding across my shoulders. Gabrielle came round to front of me, pressing her backside against me while she moved downward in a snake like motion and back up again. We danced as if no one was watching. It was almost as intoxicating as making love.
I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now
I spun her around to face me. My hands on her waist as our hips were locked together. Her top half bent backwards and rolled in a half circle, her breast thrusting upward. My hand grazed over the bountiful mounds. Our hips rolled in an erotic slow circle.
Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have the magic technique When we sway I go weak
The tip of my nose went up the side of her slender neck. "I could get used to this." I whispered huskily in her ear. She closed her eyes and said in a breathy voice. "Used to what?" We began to move around the ballroom. "You saving me." I smiled.
I can hear the sounds of violins Long before it begins Make me thrill as only you know how Sway me smooth, sway me now You know how Sway me smooth, sway me now
When the song was over I tipped her chin up and slowly kissed her.
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Oct 9, 2006 4:49:53 GMT 1
Indeed, this seemed to be an enchanted castle, for within the walls violins resounded the ancient notes of a time long gone.I sense a presence here, on contrare, I sense many.....souls of the living now long gone. But their soul refused to die, refused to go on to their resting place. There had been many a tragedy in this place. Our own castle of old was by far a happy place, but we had out moments, when the boys were younger and they came in from the hunt, Lestat flushed with the excitement of the hunt. Augustine, my oldest son beaming with pride at having caught the wildest beast in our forests. My middle son, whom I shall never put his name to pen, for he is.... was the sweetest of my sons, far too sweet for the cold hearted mother that I was. Augustine and Lestat were more favored by me, they were strong of will and quite prideful, virtures and vices within the same mix. But my middle son, he was a tragedy waiting to happen. Never quite right, never quite fitting in anywhere, forever and always trying to please his father and oldest brother. Even going so far as to join in on assisting the beating Lestat when my husband so ordered. Yes, happy times, and oh so many sad ones too. Days gone by..... And tonight, within the darkness of the shadowed walls, candles lit from out of no where. The long sheer drapes billowed in unison to the notes of the phantom violin. It was a familiar note, no doubt one I had heard in my youth when it was but barely put to manuscript, it's artist long gone. But his music lives on within these walls. I listened to the sounds of the violin, it's even and sad notes playing a soft requiem for the dead for the dying for those that wanted to die perhaps. I know not of such things and shrugged it off with barely a glance. Cautiously and carefully I tightened my grip on mon Stirling, the adreneline burning in his veins and enticing the scent of his blood. Smiling at the thought of future romantic mortally vampiric intimate encounters I suddenly slowed my steps and cautioned for mon Stirling to do the same, and from the very air we breathed came forth the foulest stench I have ever had the displeasure to inhale. Seconds later the sounds of grunts surrounded us, and within moments Stirling was forcibly thrown to the furthest side of the wall, desperately I screamed out his name! But I knew from toying and taming the wild beasts of the jungle that all things must be observed and attacks on anything be they supernatural, animal or human must be carefully executed. And so I gracefully jumped and flew hundreds of feet high up into the castle ceilings and there I hovered for several moments as I witnessed my mortal lover tossed about hopelessly against the hard stone walls of the castle. Poised like a panther out on the prowl, I flew forward and in a preternatural frenzy I grabbed the hideous creature and flung him to the farthest stone wall.
Seconds later it lay not dead or dying for it had already met it's ill fated destiny many centuries before....but simply laying peacefully on the ground having been knocked quite successfully unconscious, smiling at the now heaving corpse of that which once was. "GABRIELLE!" Turning the locks by hand, although I achieved my sons ability to fly through the night sky a century ago, turning an object via the mind gift is something which requires much stronger blood, indeed. Only the Children of the Millenia and my sweet son and maker could do as such.
"Thank god! Are you alright? What is that thing?"
"A Revnant, tis alright mon Stirling. Poor creature is sleeping now." I replied with a sly grin, "Come quickly, we must leave before he awakens as his anger will be most unpleasant!" Seconds later, after running about a myriad of twists and turns within the darkness of the ancient castle. The candles upon the walls lightening with every hurried step we took. Although I needed no such assistance I lit the candles upon the wall easily guiding the way for my mortal lover . Moments later we came upon what appeared to be a huge ballroom, the sweet smell of fresh roses permeated the huge room. Slowly one by one I lit all the candles in the room with the mind gift, the illumination of hundreds of candles flickering teasingly and causing the marble floor to shine with a bright brilliance beneath our feet.
With a sensously wicked smile upon my lips, I carefully lifted the needle of an old phonograph player situated in the middle of the room, and as a soft rythm began to echo wonderfully throughout the castle walls, I motioned for Stirling to come to me, and then with barely a whisper, I spoke to him in a soft low tone
"Mon Stirling." Then pressing myself to the delicious mortal warmth of his heaving chest, I raised my chin and gave him a long and lingering passionate kiss, only pausing to sigh deeply as his arms wrapped tightly around my slender waist and we began to sway in unison to the music coming forth from the old phonograph, a brilliant beam of moonlight guiding our dance steps, and causing a perfect ambiance in this magical castle. But within the castle walls desperate voices spoke to me, echoing deeply within my mind whispering secrets of murder and evil deeds committed within every room of the castle, and visions of creatures lurking about, hungry and hideous and ready to kill. "Come mon Stirling, my sweet lover....come with me, for the night is young but it won't last forever...." Then guiding him up the stairs I led him to a darkened bedroom, a huge canopy bed awaited us, it's sheer curtains billowing with the gentle breeze of the ocean far beneath us, softly I allowed him to press his body into me, pinning me beneath him with all his mortal weight, with a soft sigh I held my breath, for the monster in me could never remember such sweet mortal intimacy, and it took every fiber within my being to cherish this moment, and make it last an eternity. And of all the beings on this earth, there was only one who could bring forth such sweet recollections of my mortal youth, his tender sweet warm kisses enlivening every inch of my preternatural body. Oh how I ached to dig my fangs deep within his hot flesh....but no! This act of passion was not for us, for he truly was my link to the outside world, although in truth I never felt I needed as such, but the years have a way of defeating even the noblest of truths, and the honesty of my rawest feelings came forth in a mortal gush of emotions as we began to discard our clothing and the warmth of his chest pressed firmly against my now heaving breasts, my nipples perk and happy for the tender touch of his warm hands, for the sweet warm moisture of his mouth, and were I never to remember having fed on a mortal again in all eternity, this is one memory that shall burn deeply within my soul.
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Post by Stirling on Oct 17, 2006 6:44:16 GMT 1
______Our kiss was broken when Gabrielle became fully alert. Something in the confines within these walls of the castle troubled her. I merged my mind with hers and discovered there were indeed cruel acts of violence and murder in a number of chambers here. Who was this person that owned this castle? Was he a demented cold blooded killer? Or could it be just random persons coming in and using this place from time to time, leaving the real killers to be an enigma? "Come mon Stirling, my sweet lover....come with me, for the night is young but it won't last forever...." She said in a whispered tone. Whatever the case, I followed her. The room she guided me to was breath-takingly romantic. Sheer curtains blew in the wind, opening up the scene of the beach beyond as the moonlight spilled in across the canopy bed. I closed the door and stepped infront of her. "I truely missed you." I laid my hands on her hips, and pulled her roughly to me as I kissed her. She opened her mouth to me and I stabbed my tongue inside, chasing hers. Our bodies pressed together as her breast pillowed against my chest. Walking backwards, we fell onto the bed, moaning into each other mouths. Tearing at each others clothes, rolling back and forth on the bed. My hands were everywhere. I was engulfed with passion for her. Never had I wanted to ravish someone with such urgency in all my years. Never before had fantasies about anyone but anyone but her. Since that first night she fell from heaven and became my dark angel I knew no other would satisfy me. No other has ever responded to my touch the way she does with same need as my own. There is an unspoken understanding between us. We have one solid connection. Trust. Without that there is nothing at all. Finally. Skin to skin. The sight of her hard nipples made my cock jerk. I put my mouth on one taunt nipple and suckled hard and groaned like a man who had been denied while cupping the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between my fingers. She cried out and arched her back. Flames exploded in the fireplace, coming to life. It was her fire, in more ways then one. As my own desire, building up like the flames, climbing higher. I skimmed a hungry stare over her naked body in the afterglow of the firelight. Her creamy white smooth skin. The wet sheen left from my mouth on her hard nipples. Plump pink lips from kissing. Eyes glazed over with desire. Her hair fanned out beneath her on the bed coverlet all wild and untamed. I spied an oval shaped mirror in the corner of the room and could see our naked reflection in it. With a sly grin I rose to my knees and grabbed Gabrielle's thighs, pulling them over my shoulders. The only thing touching the bed now was my knees and her shoulders and head. She kicked her legs in protest. "Mon Stirling! What are you doing!" My fingertips barely grazing the short curls nestled between her legs, cheek resting on her inner thigh as I met her startled eyes. "I think..." Warm breath fanning across center as I spoke. "I'm going to watch myself make you come." I declared as I made one slow lick up over her swollen nether lips and looked into the mirror. She yelped in surprise then relaxed and purred like a kitten. The liquid sound my tongue made could be faintly heard, muffled by her moans as she threw her head back in ecstasy. One hand sliding down her flat belly to the underside of one breast to thumb a nipple. The other hand used to spread her with as my tongue delved deep then slid up to figure eight around her sensitive button. One finger, then two, disppeared inside, pumping slowly. Her hips moved, grinding her groin in my face. She was wet. "I can't take anymore!" She panted, head thrashing from side to side, pleading, clawing. "Please!" "Patience m'lady." I grinned up at her briefly then close my lips around her throbbing pink pearl and suckled hard, drawing out her climax like pulling a string on a lawn mower....it started. She screamed out my name, her whole body trembled and tried pull away but I held her hips down, tring to hold back my own release for giving her pleasure excited me muchly. I released her and her legs fell on the bed, limp like noodles. I smiled in male satisfaction. In a flash she was on her knees before me. The smiled faded and my throat convulsed when I tried to swallow. The expression on her face and the twinkle in her eyes told me something was about to occur. Gabrielle was panting very heavily. I didn't move a muscle. One painted fingernail from her delicate finger pointed and made contact with my chest. She lifted an elegant brow as it trailed down with a small bite of pain. Muscles twitched and I stiffened. Suddenly my breathing matched hers with anticipation. Gabrielle's hand came down further and wrapped around my strong organ. Her thumb circling the head, coating it with the pre-wetness that was already there. I bit my lip and held back a moan. "Gabrielle..." I reached for her. "Tsssss!" She hissed and bared her fangs, throwing her head back. She looked like a jungle cat ready to eat me alive! "Gab.....!" *THUD* I was on the persian rug, flat on my back. Her shadow moved along the wall so fast I barely saw it. Did she sense something or was this just play? I tried to raise up but a naked foot pushed my chest down. She was silent and swift, eyes glittering like jewels. Gabrielle stalked a circle around me then straddled herself over my thighs. I licked my suddenly parched lips, eyes wide, watching her. Gripping my cock, she bent her head, mouth opened. I could see her fangs as she licked up the shaft slowly. Was she going to...? I wanted to scoot out from under her fearing she may puncture something or other by accident but a hand came down on my lower abs. Her nails kneading the skin like a kitten. The breath left my lungs in a heated rush as she engulfed me all the way with such a skillful mouth that I had to make her stop. "Enough. Inside you. Now!" I gasped. Kissing her way up my body, our lips met. Her body came down like a silk scarf, covering me. My memeber laid between her slick hot nether lips. She moved back and forth like a paint brush on a canvas, not allowing me entrance. The friction, eyes closing at the sensation, driving me insane! My fingers digging into her hips, arching my back. "So hot...wet...please! Have...mercy!" I bit out the words behind clenched teeth. Now the tables were turned and I was the one begging.
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Nov 19, 2006 19:18:29 GMT 1
Within my vampiric lifetime I have had many lovers, although as a mortal woman the only touch came from that of my husband. Augustine was once quite handsome and when I learned of my betrothal to him my young girlish mind flew with wild fantasies of being the wife of a warrior, whose family came from long line of nobel warriors. Months after our extravagant wedding, I knew with every thrust of spewing vomit as our first son grew deep within me that my dreams of adventure could only be found within the thick manuscripts that kept my mind alive, whilst my heart died year after year in a cold and desolate castle. The gossiping servants, a daily reminder of the mockery that would be for me the rest of my life. Or so I thought.
Two centuries later, I lay on this bed. A bed I had never been on before, in a castle to whom I did not even know the owner, and I did not at the very moment as the modern child so loves to say, “Give a rats ass!”
"I truly missed you." My mortal lover whispered softly against my ear, the sensation of the warmth of his mortal breath spread throughout me in a gush of orgasmic pleasure, I paused momentarily to exercise the control required to be so close to a mortal, and not bite.
Biting down on my lower lip, I sighed deeply while smiling wickedly into his eyes. Quickly, I licked away the blood oozing from my lower lip which caused my blue eyes to sparkle into his. Giving us the needed magic to our already enchanted evening.
Seconds later he had me sprawled out on the bed, his organ strong and hot against my thighs. He was grabbing, touching, gently nipping at my sensitive skin. Every touch was perfectly choreographed every kiss more delicate and sensual than the next. He was a mortal man, deeply in love and infused with so many emotions, it caused my head to spin from the indescribable, almost torturous onslaught of his emotions coursing deeply through me, giving me more life than blood ever could. For that is the one thing that truly sustains any vampire, it is our protein, our adrenaline, the one thing in our preternatural lives that gives us the slightest feeling of every “feeling” human again.
He was kissing me roughly now, enthralling my senses in ways I had only dreamed of in my mortal youth, spreading deliciously hot kisses all about my neck, arms and breasts. I gasped deeply, digging my heels into the thickness of the mattress, my toes curling as I felt him take an engorged nipple into the sweet moist mortal warmth of his mouth, his teeth tenderly biting me. Desperately I grabbed the sides of the bed, the preternatural sharpness of my nails stabbing into the mattress with cat like precision, the sounds of fabric ripping drowned out the the moans of passion and heated bliss coming forth from the both of us.
“I think I’m going to watch you come” He whispered softly into my ear. The warmth of his sweet mortal breath filling me with an almost excruciating pleasure. I was drowning now, drowning in mortal warmth, in sensual pleasure and yes…..in love.
The one human feeling denied me when I were but a young mortal woman, and now I felt it. Coming forth in wonderful waves of sweet and blissful contentment. At that very moment I felt I had died once again and gone to heaven, and the warmth of Stirlings strong hands were the gentle hands of angels come to show me the way into the light and out of my eternal cursed darkness to what should have been my eternal home.
But such things were not meant for a monster such as myself. Smiling wickedly I gazed into his eyes, my own eyes sparkling with bloodlust, but I had special needs when it came to my mortal lover, and no amount of his blood could satisfy my need to feel like a mortal woman once again.
Slowly I pressed myself against him, the blood in him wonderfully heated from his passions, his skin tantalizing me, his male hardness beckoning me, begging for me, wanting me as I so wanted him. And as the de Lioncourt’s are so fond of saying, “We always get what we want.”
Licking my lips in anticipation, I belt down upon the beauty of his male form, the glow of the fireplace etching into his muscles making him more of an Adonis, than a mere mortal man in my eyes. Is this love? He whom I could easily make a meal of, he who lay before me breathing life into mine with every breathe he takes.
Slowly I smiled then gently I took him into my hand, his hardness twitching with delight and anticipation of what was yet to come. Kissing the tip softly, I carefully wrapped my lips around his organ, my fangs aching to sink into him, but I would not, could not do that to him for he truly trusted me with his life, with his love. And I knew at that very moment I could never betray that trust. Softly I sucked him, carefully keeping my fangs from biting into him, for I knew that should I happen to taste but a drop of his blood, my vampiric senses would over come me and release the eternal monster forever held within my soul.
"Enough. Inside you. Now!"
Releasing him, I smiled softly at his demand. Ah but who but someone deeply in love with me could dare to make such a command! Slowly I made my way up to his handsome face, kissing him softly with every inch I passed, my long curly blonde hair cascading down upon him, trailing and tickling his chest with every kiss I gave.
I was covering him now, his body fitting perfectly into my own. And for once in over two hundred years I felt I could never be happier, but such things have a way of not lasting with the de Lioncourt’s. And I knew that this moment of romantic bliss would have to resume at another time, perhaps another place, for there were things in the room with us now. Watching us, wanting us. And their desires had no love in their hearts, for they were creatures whose hearts had died long before my own.
“Lie still” I said to him in my thoughts, “We are not alone.”
And as the last syllable uttered though my mind and into his, the light of the fireplace went out as quickly as I had lit it, and a shroud of coldness covered our bodies. I felt him grip my waist tightly, protectively, sweetly. But in my mind I knew he was the one in dire trouble, for I would heal any wounds put upon me. I held onto him tightly, my own preternatural heart thumping so loudly it thundered upon my ears, echoing into the bed chamber like a tell tale heart. And then I felt his own heart beating against mine, desire now replaced with a deep human fear, but the fear was within me as well, and we both closed our eyes as what felt like thousands of cold ghostly hands touched and squeezed our bodies. And in unison we both whispered.
“OH SHIT!”
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Post by Stirling on Dec 7, 2006 9:18:51 GMT 1
At this point, my blood was boiling, heavy with need......,reckless. Gabrielle teased ruthlessly with sweet kisses that left a burning path whereever she touched. The slip and slide of her hair across the hard trembling plains of my body made it hard for me to remember that I was a gentleman. The tips of her hard nipples raked over my chest as she continued to lazily climb her way up. I had to keep my thoughts from scattering for I came dangerously close to lifting her and forcefully impaling her slick walls without warning.
And now we were face to face, breathlessly looking into each others eyes with such deep emotion combind with lust. Her hair had come to curtain over to one side. Beside us, the fireplace crackled. The warm light fell over two lovers lost in one another. My fingertips found her bare shoulder and glided up the length of her slinder neck until my palm caressed her cheek. She leaned down and blessed me with the sweet nectar of her lips. The hand that rested on the small of her back traveled down lower to cup her bottom and spread her butt half possessively as I arched into her, a strangled moan crawled out of my throat and I was about to......
But all that came to a shattering halt!!!
“Lie still.” She said to me in my thoughts. “We are not alone.”
Suddenly we laid in darkness, intertwinded in my protective embrace as I took a moment to digest what was happening. Thankfully, the moonlight was kind enough to allow me to see. Wisp of smoke from the unlit fireplace swirled lazily in the air above us. Our whispery breaths could be heard through the dead silence. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The temperature in the room dropped considerabley. I could see my own breath in foggy puffs. So cold. A ripple of shock went through me at the disturbing numerous touches of the ghost. Their mouths moved but nothing distinguishable......only gibberish ramblings. If they had been transparent then they would have been weak but no! They looked real enough....solid in form. Eyes wide.....an audible gasp escaped.
"OH SHIT!"
The profanities slipped out of us both in the same moment. I cradled her head to me and turned my face to her cheek. "Don't look at them! If we pay them any attention that will just make them stronger!" I rolled over with her, shielding her more with my body for there was no telling what would happen next. Earthbound spirits they were....and none to happy. I was no stranger to hauntings. All my life I've seen spirits. I remember growing up in an English castle filled with them. And to this day, everywhere I go it's like bumping shoulder to shoulder with them. They are always all around me like a crowded mall. Tuning them out is the key most of the time and sometimes....it's not that easy. As an experienced paranormal investigator, I have seen and heard it all. Voices on disconnected telephones. Heavy footfalls in attics. Locked doors mysteriously opening by themselves. Following apparitions and seeing them vanish. Tapping on windows in the night......ect.
Suddenly the fireplace exploded back to life then winked out, going on in the same fashion as a light switch flipping on and off. The door opened and slammed. The bed shook violently, the bedclothes slung out the window. Clothes began to spill out of the closet to liter the floor. "I have a sneaky feeling these spirits are of the dead ones that were killed within this castle, lingering about." A bedside lamp flew across the room and missed my head by mere inches. "For christ sake!" I protectively covered Gabrielle even more as an evil laugh echoed in the room. A woman's laugh....and rather glad to be noticed for it.
"You'll not be touching that beared axe wound tonight you beast!" I was highly appalled that the ghost so bluntly referred to the Marquise's vagina and then called me an ugly bird! She spoke with a british accent which was disturbingly vulgar at the moment. "I can't stand the site of your love affair you dirty bloke!" Rubbish!!! I slowly lifted my head to turn my gaze on the belligerent ghost lady, her eyes burned a scorching hole through Gabrielle. Was she jealous? Surely not. That was absurd.
"I''ll not be seeing anymore hanky panky....now hide your beef bayonet or I'll sic the dogs!" The ghost actually scowled at me. I didn't know whether to ignore it or laugh. Instead, I stood up, clad in nothing but my birthday suit...face to face with the ghost. The others hissed and looked on in the shadows, waiting her orders to strike. They didn't intimidate me. I have trifled with serious cases before. Such as Goblin....Quinn Blackwood's twin ghost brother. But now was not the time to brood over such things.
"The lady and I did not mean to intrude on your territory." I smiled politely. "I'm afraid we'll be staying alittle longer though, I trust you'll be the one leaving here shortly."
As I spoke with confidence and calmness the ghost became stronger, more solid. A once beautiful young woman with long black raven hair and blue eyes. It's face shapeshifted into a nightmare before me. The eyes bulged, then began to slide down it's face as did the rest of the flesh as if someone had splashed acid on it, revealing a screaming skull. Then it changed into a demon with horns and rows of razor sharp teeth snapping together, spittle dripped from the mouth and mucus all over, reaching with clawed hands, trying to scare me so badly that I wouldn't be able to speak or think clearly. A gust of wind picked up in the room, pushing me back. I brought my hands up to shield my eyes from the glowing light that began to grow from the hostile ghost as it howled it's rage. I had to act fast! A priest wouldn't do. Prayers said outloud to a ghost was like crucifixs, garlic, wolfsbane and holy water to a vampire. It simply didn't work. You had to get right up in the ghost face and straight up tell them to leave. No matter how much you might want to run and hide. Or how grotesque and horrific they may seem. Never run, they'll just find you in the end.
"YOU...YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME OR THE LADY. NOW LEAVE! GO BACK FROM WHENCE YOU CAME! LEAVE! BE GONE!"
The light grew brighter. The wind picked up even more and pushed me back to the wall. I could hardly see for all the debris. "LEAVE! WE DO NOT WANT YOU HERE!" The female ghost whirled into a spinning vortex of blinding light. The other ghost wailed and one by one they vanished in a dispersing black transparent cloud into nothingness. "You'll NOT be seeing the last of meeeeeee!" The female ghost screamed then blinked out of sight.
I sagged against the wall, catching my breath. Whatever just happened had me wondering. The force of it had been strong. I could feel it's presence still lingering, hence we needed to pull ourselves together and be ready. I quickly regained my wits when I saw Gabrielle lying on the floor, unmoving, her eyes were shut. "Dear god!" I quickly came to her side and bent down to lift her top half up into my lap. "Gabrielle?" Surely....surely she was alive! I stroked her hair as my chest grew tight with oncoming grief, realizing in that moment that I loved her. A faint sound of laughter rang in the air. I looked around and no one was there. The ghost was taunting me. She began to stir in my arms, her eyes slowly opened. "Thank goodness your alright!" I gave her a look of admiration and relief. The words of love hoovered on my tongue but I couldn't side track just yet. "We should probably get dressed." I helped her to her feet then began to search for my trouser pants.
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Post by The Lady Victoria on Feb 3, 2007 17:21:38 GMT 1
Betrayal.
He promised to love me and only me for all eternity. Years of marriage gone by…. no more. It has ended. He is in the arms of another woman. Touching…kissing….
My heart has died….and yet I continue to live within the confines of this rotted castle, far from society or any form of aristocratic civilization. I live and I die here. Die? Am I still alive? Did I die? How does one know when they are dead? My heart ceased to beat the very night I came upon….them.
Breathing shallow breaths in our own marriage bed. My husband, The Earl of…………….wrapped tightly about her. Hanging on for all his life as though she were his entire world. I stood there, in our bedroom, at the foot of our bed watching unwillingly, hopelessly. The darkness of our castle hiding me as tears of wretched hopelessness and utter sadness streamed down my face. Their intense love making and the wild pounding of the ocean waves beating against the castle walls in unison to their act of forbidden love.
Love? What did this harlot know of such things? How could such a savage whore know of anything other than offering herself like a bitch in heat! And I, the trusting stupid wife who thought her husband would love her and only her for all eternity…..
How cruel life can be….. how utterly cruel!
And now…..here they are again. And he is loving her. Touching her. Wanting her in ways he never wanted me!
ENOUGH!!!!!! No more shall I be held witness to this carnal lust! The sweat of their bodies permeating the air causing such an utter disgust from deep within my bones whilst a hatred so deep within me plants it’s horrid seed, and grows into the very depth of me, rising forth from my breast and deep within my now cold and dead heart with a maddening frenzy! A hatred so deep that whilst my bones lie in rotted waste in some forgotten corridor, long forgotten within the stone walls of my eternal prison I continue to live on, …..perhaps the very room in which we wed is where I breathed my last breathe of life? How befitting! How wonderfully poetic to die in the room where you gave your heart away! And so I continue on, in this forever death that shall forever be my life! And a hatred so deep within my dead heart builds and strengthens within these cold walls with each passing decade.
And I fear IT, nor I, shall never die!
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Post by Gabrielle de Lioncourt on Feb 3, 2007 18:56:14 GMT 1
"You'll not be touching that beared axe wound tonight you beast!”
Those were the last words that I heard, and then I felt myself begin to lift up, and yet I looked down upon the bed and mon Stirling held me tightly in his mortal arms, fear mixed with love suffused deeply in his eyes. “Don’t Fear!” I whispered to him…..but he was too far….he couldn’t hear me…..I couldn’t hear myself. I lay upon a cloud of unconsciousness, my…..mortal life spinning before me as though I had only been mortal yesterday…..But why? This makes no sense…..and within my heart grew a deep hatred…..but for whom? And why?
Another presense…..
There was someone in the room with us, talking to us….or rather….talking to mon Stirling.
"YOU...YOU HAVE NO POWER OVER ME OR THE LADY. NOW LEAVE! GO BACK FROM WHENCE YOU CAME! LEAVE! BE GONE!"
"You'll NOT be seeing the last of meeeeeee!"
"Gabrielle?!!! Thank goodness your alright!" Gabrielle? Whom is Gabrielle? Silly you! I am the Lady Victoria, I whispered lovingly into his ear…..and you are my husband, The Earl of………… and as you once promised me sweet lover of mine…..you and I shall never part!”
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Post by Lord Sinclare on Feb 9, 2007 23:33:12 GMT 1
When his memories began to play, he concentrates hard, he wants to go back. He thinks of nothing else but his quest. He would not be trapped here forever! A starburst of light envelopes him, spinning him and pushing him out. He is falling. His spirit slams back into his coffin with a force that makes his rotten bones clatter. In the hidden catacombs.....under the castle, is where Lord Sinclare's body was put to rest. He has successfully made it through the layers of nothingness, the place he's been since his death, a cold dark place, a place where time stands still and your trapped in memories of your own past. No forward, no tunnel of light to guide you to a higher place, no reunion with his loved ones in heaven with the sound of harps and angles singing as they welcomed him into the golden Kingdom on a mound of fluffy white clouds. How unfair and down right scandalize! Sort of like when you’re a child and you find out there is no Santa Clause or Tooth Fairy. How devastating! Alright, so he killed himself and it was one of gods no no's on that commandment thing but enough was enough. He'd lived a thousand lives since to make up for such malicious treatment that was served daily on a silver platter wether he liked it or not. He remembers seeing others like himself in that hellish dimension. None of them heard him, no one spoke to him, no one saw him even when he was screaming in their faces, alone in his own hell for his sins. As if he didn't exist......ah, but he did exist. And soon, he would be coming back with a vengeance....
His transparent body rose up out of his grave. One booted foot, then the other stands upon the dirty stone floor. His eyes slowly open and his surroundings are dark, except for the light of the torches. He realizes he is free of that hellish place and back in the Castle. His home. Squaring his shoulders with a sly grin he walked through the catacombs in triumph, the overgrown cobwebs pass right through his body, the air around him shimmers. He stops in mid-stride when he hears voices. Different voices. The Earl's head tilts upward as his cold hand flexes into a tight fist. Who were those people above? Were they the new owners of the castle? Only one way to find out.
Effortlessly, he floated up and up and up until he reached the upper level. He listened. The voices were below him, he'd gone too far. His boots made a slow deliberate audible sound on the floor above them. If he had chains he would rattle them about now. His dark laughter rang out at the thought it. Maybe later, but for now he wanted nothing more than to see these people. To finally make himself known!
He sank down to the lower level, melting in the shadows, into the room where he saw a man and a woman....a woman he knew inside the other woman's body. Lady Victoria. How brilliant was this? His wife! In the arms of another man! He stiffened at the sight. His lips curled in a sneer. Oh, vengeance was fast coming!
His voice boomed in the room. "Fee Fie Foe Fum....I smell the blood of a dead man!" Lord Sinclare launched himself towards the startled man.
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Post by Stirling on Feb 9, 2007 23:51:16 GMT 1
"Gabrielle? Whom is Gabrielle? Silly you! I am the Lady Victoria, she whispered loving into my ear as I held her to my chest, brows snapping together in confusion. And you are my husband, The Earl of Yorkshire. And as you once promised me sweet lover of mine...you and I shall never part!" She sayes to Stirling.
Lady Victoria? Husband? "Oh, my precious lady." I murmured softly against her ear then lightly kissed her temple. Her thoughts were scattered, foggy, almost as if she were struggling inside herself. She must have hit her head during the ghost attack. I began to check her more closely for injuries. With a vampire one was never too sure.
Her smile was tender and innocent at my gentle administrations. It was all I could do to keep from turning to mush and leaning into her and crushing those sweet plump lips with my own. I could not afford to be distracted at the moment. There was a disturbance in the air. Something evil lingered.
When I was satisfied that she wasn't injured, other than her memory, I began to gather her clothes and dress her quickly, ignoring her blushes and then I dressed myself. I pulled her into my arms and smoothed her hair, kissing the curve of her cheek, I reassured her. "Everything's going to be alright, m'lady. We must leave this place at once. It's not safe here anymore." If she didn't show any signs of improvement soon, I'd find her kind. Maybe they would know better what to do to help her in this case.
"Fee Fie Foe Fum....I smell the blood of a dead man!"
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I whirled around just in time to see another ghost angrily charging towards me. I shoved Gabrielle out of the way just before the ghostly hand clamped around my throat.
"You keep your god damn hands off my wife!" Lord Sinclare roared.
I was being dragged across the floor and up the wall, legs dangling, feet kicking, breaking glass in the picture frames as my oxygen supply was cut off. This ghost was much too strong! Gabrielle shrieked and tried to beat at the ghost with her fist but it was like swatting at empty air. The ghost released me and I crumpled to the floor, sucking in great gulps as the ghost turned towards Gabrielle.
"What have you done to yourself, Lady Victoria?" His brows snapped together in confusion.
"No! You bloody bastard! Leave her alone!" I threw a lamp at his feet to get it's attention. The ghost ran at me and jumped like a rabid tiger to pounce me. I rolled over out of the way and the ghost fell through the floor. I was on my feet in an instant. "Come, m'lady!" I snatched her hand and we left the room in a blinding frenzy and fled down the hall without looking back. Down, down, down the spiraling staircase we went to get to the front door that led to freedom.
Lord Sinclare stood infront of the door, blowing a wind so hard that his wife and the man fell backwards sliding across the floor, trying to clutch at something as debris whipped around like an odd snowstorm.
"This way!" I yelled over the bone-chilling howling wind, grabbing her waist, holding tight to the banister as we went up another staircase. I opened the door to the first room and the ghost was standing in the door jam."
"BOO!" He laughed diabolically.
I slammed the door in the ghost face with a muttered curse and continued onward, tugging Gabrielle along. When we finally made it to the library the whole castle stilled. Dead silence. The wind was gone. Suddenly, we heard every door and window in the castle slap shut. It was the ghost way of telling us there was no way out. "We'll see about that." I whispered aloud.
[Tap on the shoulder.]
I turned around. *WHAMO!*
"Yes....we'll see about that." Sinclare dropped the big book he used to hit the man. Lady Victoria screamed. "Shut your trap, woman." He glared.
I spit the blood out of my mouth after picking myself up off the floor. The ghost stood on top of a long reading table. He unsheathed a sword and sliced the air with every step he took, taunting me. "Get out of here, Gabrielle! Get out! Hurry!" A booted foot kicked me in the chest and I flew against the wall. The ghost sheathed his sword with a wicked glint in his eyes before falling on top of me....sinking inside me...taking over...
Sinclare opened his eyes, the cool grey color turning dark brown, almost black. He lifted his hands and looked at them in amazement. He was warm and alive! The Earl jumped up happily and threw his arms around his wife as he swung her around in a little dance. "Oh, my lady. It's good to be back!"
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Post by The Lady Victoria on Oct 6, 2007 2:55:18 GMT 1
I lay there somewhat dazed.....a bit ..... amazed...... I lay there in the arms of this....this man.....and quite deliciously handsome at that! My skin marveled at the warmth of this man that held me so tightly...so passionately,....and deep within my body....I felt a shared togetherness with this man....this man whose name I did not know. A delicious intimacy for which I had never felt for another..... for a moment my mind went blank, a cold shroud of.....of loneliness and....death....a deathly coldness that seemed to my only companion for so many....centuries.
Deeply I sighed, taking in the smell of this wonderfully warm and muscular man, slowly I looked up and gazed into his eyes.....such love....I had never known such love when I was....alive
Shock and dismay quickly slipped into my consciousness...and I knew all at once that this body that still tingled with the sensations of intimacy this man had shared with the woman this body belonged to.
But alas.....she is not HERE! Now is she?!!!!!
Giggling uncontrollably....my laughter filled the halls of my husbands castle....laughter.....wonderful happiness and life! And I knew all at once I could never give this body back! It was mine as surely as my grave held my rotting corpse body tightly in it's wooden confines....so often my ghostly hue laid upon the lid of that coffin and softly wept....my weeping resounding the castle walls year after year after year....until centuries had passed....but no more....I have been reborn in the body of this.....this woman with wildly wicked blonde hair, and a body that mine own could never have held competition for. But deep within me there was something amiss.....something....gone wrong.....I hungered! And as the warmth of this man further heated my breasts and my thighs, and that which still held the wetness of...their...passions...
My mouth ached to wrap around his throat and suck deeply, my senses were on fire! Slowly I lifted myself upon him....teasingly...licking his strong chest...his heart....beating....beating....beating to the rythym of a much deeper passion than any heated woman could understand.
I needed him.....the blood flowing through his veins resounding in my ears! Slowly I licked his chest...his chin....tenderly I kissed below his ear....the thudding of his vein protruding....beckoning me...calling me....take me.....I am yours!
My lips dragged across his unshaven face, landing quite delicately upon that firm hot throat....my mouth opened, my teeth....
"You keep your god damn hands off my wife!"
With a sudden giggle....I gently nipped the neck of the handsome gentleman.
"Well....my dear....it appears My chain has returned."
"What have you done to yourself, Lady Victoria?" My husbands brows snapped together in confusion.
"And who are you to talk you unreliable Lord of Bastards! You who kept this land in stricken poverty! You are nothing to me, and I owe you nothing!.....and alas my long lost Lord." I said as I lay back into the strong arms of my new companion....."You my dear are quite.....transparent! Why you are as deadly a rival to any man as this simple candle that blows in the nightly breeze. But I will allow you this my dear Lord Sinclair, the very last gift which you bestowed upon me....my last memory before death took me into his arms....Watch and weep you miserable Lord of nothingness!"
And with that I grabbed my new lover and kissed him deeply with an utter passion I never knew I could have....at first he fought me as my ghostly husband continued his useless bellows. And slowly but surely he surccumbed to my womanly whims, my large naked breasts heaving against the warm strength of his chest....his manhood enlivining wonderfully between my thighs, quickly I straddled and allowed him entry, gasping with hundreds of years of repressed sexual aggression. His own moans began to come in unison with my own...and I held him tightly inside of me, squeezing him tightly with every thrust.
We we moaning in deep passion now, dancing to the tune of the waves beating against the castle walls, I was enjoying myself.....never in my life had I felt such pleasure.....but as husbands oft do, my pleasure ended all too abruptly as I felt myself being grabbed by cold hands and slammed against the stone walls, my hair falling forward in a blonde mess of wildy luxurious curls.
I sat there on the floor in shock, my eyes twirling blue glittering sapphires as mon Stirlings body bounced hopelessly from ceiling to floor like rag doll, slowly I came to my senses and put my clothing back on....but there was something strange about me, my mind was in a cloud of sorts, as though my life were simply floating before me, as if I had no need for blood for survival....and perhaps I had died oh so long ago....perhaps the consumption had taken my breathe away that long ago night, when nothing mattered but the sound of the voice of my beloved son....
"Come, m'lady!" Came the strong voice of my beloved Stirling, snapping out of my dream like trance, and forcibly dragging me down a flight of stairs. All at once the castle became deathly silent, only the sound of the wind howling from the open windows and echoing through the vast stone rooms could be heard.
And out of those echos came a voice, strong yet sneering and grossly sarcastic.
"Oh, my lady. It's good to be back!"
Suddenly Stirling held me tightly in his grip, only it was not the protective grip I had become so accustomed to....this was a vice like grip full of possessive hatred, and I looked deep into his eyes and knew at once those were no longer the mortal eyes of Stirling Oliver, gone was the look of warmth and love and romance...and in it's place held an evil perhaps more horrific than my own.
ooc....ok your post is next! Remember, you are now possessed by the ghost, but you can come in and out of it.
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