| Unfinished Vampire Story; Just a Story - NonRP | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 9 2008, 02:00 PM (33 Views) | |
| Snow | Jul 9 2008, 02:00 PM Post #1 |
The Big Kat
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I don't want to make a seperate section for just writings and poetry again, so all of that will be here in the RP forum too. The night was dark and stormy....a cliche if there ever was one to begin such a tale. However it was that none the less. He had been at Club LaRouche just minding his own business when he met her. The first night it was just simple conversation. However more and more he hung on every word until her thoughts were his world. She didn't ask, but as he felt her fangs sink into his neck on their 4th date, he knew if she had he would have said...yes..... The feeling was mixed. He didn't feel the pain of his punctured flesh...it was a deeper pain, as if his soul was being torn. But overriding that, was a pleasure like he had never known, as she held him firmly in her impossibly strong embrace she drained him slowly, his eyes fluttering as the life drained from him, dieing with a smile, panicking only slightly as a copperish taste invaded his senses, something warm, but not unwelcomed trickleing down his throat.... They lay there throughout the night. Embraced. She his captor, savior, love, owner, and more. The night wore on, nearing one am when he heard them. Voices beyond the door to the hotel room. he thought nothing of it at first, surely there were other guests here....but they lingered. He hadn't the energy to get up, but he jumped sharply as the door burst open. Men rushing into the room...no, not men, monsters. They were odd, he couldn't tell how, huge men with eyes almost aglow...something about them reminded him of her...were they the same, the kind she was? He felt them take ahold of him, saw them dragging her off as they carried him out into the night, pushing them both roughly into a van. He heard her screaming names at them, words he couldn't understand, everything was...foggy, soo foggy....and the black.... He must have passed out, he rubbed his head groggily as he sat up slowly. his face was covered in something sticky...blood....he panicked, searching his head and neck, finding that the blood was not his own, he was not harmed.....he looked around for his Dark Lady, but she wasn't there. He was in some sort of a small cell. not a prison cell....more comfortable, but there was no way for him to leave. The door was bolted shut from the other side. "Ah, You are awake...." he heard a voice eminate from behind him. It was a speaker, someone was watching him. "I'm sure your wondering what's going on here....it's been a busy night for you." Laughter, almost cruel. But he stood there, watching, waiting..... finally the door swung open, the light was blinding, but he saw the outline of someone, he couldn't tell who it was, his eyes not working right...he stumbled towards the light.... The figure turned out to be a man in a very nice suit....he found himself on a stage, a theatre of sorts that's where he was. He blinked in the stage light, looking around he saw her, hands bound behind her back as she stood there, her dress tattered, but billowing around her in an unearthly wind as she looked to him, gagged. He soon found himself in similar restraint, panicking he strugled, but sharp blows from one of the big men ended his resistance, he was stood beside her as people began to fill the theatre. People of all types, poor and rick looking, none alike, all tied together only by the flash of fang they revealed in their smiles and conversation. He didn't know what was going on here.....and he didn't like it. That's when he saw her.... .whem moments befor ehis only thought was for the one beside him, his mind was captivated by what he saw.a black evening gown, filled by the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, nay, not a woman. A goddess. her black hair covered her face partially, but he could see her green eye and ruby lips offsetting the pale whiteness of her skin. The men who had been handleing him bowed to her with respect. Had he not been gagged, he could not have spoken anyway. his eyes never left her as she turned to adress the crowd... "My brothers and sisters..." her words were dripping with honey, floating on the air as she addressed the crowd. "Tonight I gather thee here with a heavy heart. For tonight we must punish one of our own." He cocked his head to the side, trying to discern what she meant. He was not one of them, he had done nothing wrong.... her lips were like a majestic dance as she spoke on "....for one here has been brought into being....without permission." H elooked over to the one he had lain with scant hours ago, a heartache in her eyes as she was forced to kneel. "For surely if my permission had been asked, as is right by our laws, it would have been given..." a slight smile of the woman's ruby red lips betrayed the lie. She took up a sword from a nearby pedestal, slicing through the air playfully "...as is our laws, the offender shan't be allowed to live another night." She bent beside his love, whispering "I'm sorry" before, with a quick slash, almsot imperceptibly fast, her blade severed head from neck. No sooner had it happpened did the body billow with a fire of unknown origin, burning to nothing but cinders, ash carried on the wind as he looked on in horror, a silent scream fighting to escape him.... She wiped the blade slowly, the silence unbroken, not a breath was taken, for none was needed by those present.The ashes of the fallen floating through the air, mixing with the tears upon his face. Tears of loss for the one he so love, and tears of fear for what he now knows is in store from him in this madhouse. The woman walked around him slowly, the clack of her high heels peircing the night as the sword traced a lazy circle around him. "As for this lost childer......" The sword was poised, ready to strike, he shook as he looked up at her. "BULL ****" a younger latino man in the audience stood up, nearly jumping the seats before others restrained him "BULL ****" was all he said, her back to the crowd he saw an annoyed grimmace on her face, pauseing, she turned "...as i was saying before our dear Mr. Rodriguez interrupted....I have decided he shall live. He shall be vassal to me and I shall bear responsibility for him." She choked out the words, letting the sword fall, severing the rope binding his wrists. He rubbed his wrists as he looke dup to her, he ws helped to his feet by the well dressed man. "come" she said as she walked through a door.... He follwed her, stopped a bit, but gradualy regaining his composure. She walked always a step ahead of him. "Your existance from this point forward is a gift." She nearly snarled "Treat it as such and do not fail me." He nearly cringed as she spoke to him. The authority in her voice was commanding, gone were the honeyed tones of the theatre room. He was her property now, she need not sweeten herself for him "You may not understand what has transpired here, but I have taken responsability for you. Your failures will reflect poorly upon me." She stopped short and spun around, "I do not wish to seem incompetent in the eyes of my peers." She opened a door to step into her office, he barely caught the sight and scent of roses and silk before she sliped in "Down the hall you will find Manfred." She eyed him slowly "He will show you where you can make yourself presentable. Report to me when you are done." He turned slightly to go "And as i'm sure that gutter trash of a sire of yours didn't explain, I am the ruler of our Kindred here in Los Angeles, I am the Prince of this city. Alexandria." she broke into a predatory smile "Remember well whom you serve child." And with this the door was pulled closed on her intoxicating visage, he was left in the dark, wandering down the hall to find this Manfred. Manfred, or "Freddy" as he insisted, was a bear of a man. Long unwashed hair, a blue jean vest with a pecular symbol on the back and dirty blue jeans his only raiment. he spoke in a growling voice. He he helped get the newest Vampire in LA cleaned up, not that such would have suited Freddy "Hey, I bathe!....sometimes...." he laughed, explaining the ins and outs of this strange new world the young man had entered into. "Running water, bah! and don't get me started on crosses, take it and ram it up their ....well, yea anyway. " He laughed, droneing on about the history of their kind, their society, the laws, the political structure, all of it soo much for the young man to take in. In a day he had died, been reborn, and now was getting societal lessons from a biker gang reject. "And what is your name small time?" Freddy said "Alexandria likes to 'fancy 'em up' " he laughed. The young man looked down at his hands, the first words he'd spoken since his change, they choked in his throat, finally realizeing he hadn't breathed since he woke up in the cell, it took effort to force out the words "My name...is Edward, Edward Drummond." Freddy Laughed "Keep yer last name to yerself small time" he spat his tobacco "If ye live past the first 30 years without getting yourself dusted, you'll probably pick another one or two. They don't mean nothin here." Edward stood there in the nicest suit he had ever worn. Black, high quality fabric. a white shirt stark against the black jacket and a black and purble striped tied. he recognized this subtle symbol of ownership. These were the colors of the seal on Alexadria's door, her colors. he smirked to himself, slightly proud of the observation as he was poked along back down the hall. He knocked on her door nervously. not knowing which side of this ruler he would be greeted by. The honey lipped temptress of the theatre, or the hard harsh taskmaster of a woman whom had ordered him to be made presentable. At his knock the door weakly opened, the force of his knock pushing it open. He felt a rose scented breeze brush his cheek as the candle light enticed his eyes into the room. "Entre" he heard from behind the deep brown wood of the door. he pushed his hand against the grain of the wood, pushing it open as he caught his breath in aticipation. If his heart still beat, it would have pounded within his chest as his foot passed the threshold.... At first he thought the room empty. The candles barely illuminating the room he could barely see at first. His newer senses not fully awakened yet. His first glimpse of movement was her bare pale foot, caressing upwards agaisnt the velour cushions of the victorian style couch she lay recumbant upon. Still wearing her black dress he could see the slightest hint of purple lace as she brushed her leg lazily against the fabric of the seat, the slit of her dress revealing the soft whtieness of her thigh, she chewed slightly on the tip of her black glasses as she held them in her hand, peering into an old important looking book. Her black tresses falling in ringlets around her entranceing face. he stood there a moment, aghast at the thought of ruining this sight with words. He waited patiently for this regal beauty to adress her servant. He opened his mouth finally to speak. however he was silned with a look from her emerald eyes. She closed the aged book gently and placed it on the table next to her seat. The material of the dress clung to her as she arched herself upwards, sitting up in the most suggestive way possible. her ruby lips curled into a slight grin. She knew the young man could not resist her. She'd used so many like him over theyears. Lackys, support staff, etc. She nearly laughed as she placed one hand on the desk, leaning forward to look him up and down. He pulled the wide brim of his had down to shade his eyes slightly. The sight of her ivory skin mesmerized him as he awaited her words. The elcectricity of the change was still courseing through his body. Every sense, every emotion was heightened. She parted her lips slightly and the words, almost a whisper floating on the air "....we have business to attend to." |
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