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| Viken | Jun 3 2009, 07:28 PM Post #1 |
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12:14:02 >[Nexxus] >> Vampire. The very word conjures up visions of ruined castles in Eastern Europe; of deathly pale and saturmine noblemen, wrapped in dark cloaks; of fangs brushing the throat of some helpless female; of stakes and crucifixes destroying ancient evil. Such things have become the stock of vampire novels, films, and television programs. And, of course, they bear only the vaguest resemblance to the actual truth, for the vampire is a more complex creature than Hollywood would have us believe. Enter a world told from the vampires side, where myth is flipped upside down and truth is revealed, but not the truth that you might envision. Do you have what it takes to survive, or will you be another pile of dust? Enter the world of Temptation, a vampire's tale. 12:48:36 Chanel watched in amusement the humans around her. The regulars were aware of her, of course, but many were not. The music in the nightclub was strong. She could feel the beat through her shoes. But she was quickly growing bored with this lot, tapping slender fingers upon the arm of the couch. She let out a breath and slowly showed up, disappearing into the crowd. And a crowd it was. At five-hundred people strong, it was a place to be reconed with. She moved swiftly through the crowd, seeking out the most beautiful of her patrons, her eyes lighting up when she found one to her liking. She slowed her pace, and tapped the human on the shoulder. "Please messire, you have to help me." She seemed to say, her tone pleading. The human turned around, and stared. She reached up with slender digits, and placed it on his chest, turning her head to look towards the back rooms. Biting her lip, she gave him a hopeful look and then smiled secretly as he followed her, satisfied that the human was content to do her bidding. 12:48:46 [Chanel] Seeming to glide through the crowd, she pushed open the door and pulled him in with her. She reveled in his masculinity as he slammed her frail seeming body to the wall, and she pulled him in close. "Messire, you're so strong.." She kissed along his neck, and closed the door with her heels just as her arm wrapped around his waist. He groaned against her as two tiny fangs pierced his neck and she began to drink. A few minutes later, she was letting him go, and watched dispassionately as he fell to the floor unconscious. "Messire created a mess.." She said with feined shock, and pulled out a fan, snapping it with a wrist as she fanned herself. Stepping over the body, she touched up her makeup and made her way back over to the door just as bonded-humans came in to clean up. 13:07:35 ErisAngelus let her fingers grip the steering wheel of the car lightly as it came to a halt. The manual breaks caused the car to pull, but her hand held the nose strait. Along the street, lights gave the paint job a strange look. In the day light, the 69’ Camaro was pink, Vegas stripper bra pink. In the night however, it was hard to tell just what color that glass glaze was. Most people forgot about that when the driver stepped out. She, for a car like that must belong to a woman, stepped out with a stiletto heeled shoe and pulled herself up. Closing the door behind her, Eris pulled out her phone and looked it over once. Standing there, she looked like something out of a movie. A classic beauty, wide hips and full. She wasn’t what most guys thought of as the perfect woman, but she turned heads all the same. Reaching up, she ~ 13:10:09 ErisAngelus brushed those dark curls from her face and let her doe earth toned eyes look out. The city was alive around her. Leaning back on the car, she looked at her cell phone a moment. Not many people drove cars like this here, and hers stuck out like a sore thumb. Still, she had a love for it and took it wherever she chose to be. Entering into the night club, Eris wore her trade mark; a little black dress and bright red heels. Those doe eyes followed the light almost like a cat would. A smile slithered across her face, angelic in nature but with such a wicked beauty. She had not been to Paris in a while. The smell of the city and the people in it accosted her nose the moment she stepped of the plane last night. However, she would deal. Tonight she would remind herself why Paris was such a haven for the Vampires. 13:19:01 Jez ~ The night club could be a dangerous spot for a psychic vampire. All the bodies... so close together, the smell of their sweat as they ground against each other. The energy, it was murderous... it pulsed, vibrating through the walls, under her feet, through the wispy curls of her hair. As she stood, near wherever the alcohol was being marketed, she felt absolutely everybody in this establishment. It was driving her almost insane. She fed off everyone, subtly... she couldn't control that part. As for the mass amount of people, she did not try yet to scope out a victim. The steady, natural intake of everybody's energies had her more than full, her eyes lightening to a bright lavender as the energy coursed through her. They did not darken after a few moments, seeing as though the pull of psychic materials was not going to stop anytime soon. As a tender handed her her gentlemen Jack, she figured, in all reality, it would probably be very dangerous to open up a portal to feed in here anyways. [c] 13:33:15 Cain just so happened to find himself in the said night club, for obvious reasons is was a common place to be for his kind and those like him. Granted, he had to wait for unconscious to envelope one of those oh so vivacious humans before he could sate his own thirst. Alcohol seemed to do a rather fine job of rendering them comatose for him without his interference, it was just a matter of time. Dark eyed surveyed the moving bodies, a slight smile pulled across his lips as he caught sight of a blood drinker luring away her pray. Jonathan wasn’t a local, generally speaking, he was actually a drifter. Born and raising in Ireland, he retained his homelands accent. Granted, he could simple feed off the humans as a whole, enveloping and then stealing their subconscious considerations however he must preferred emptying someone once their conscious as absolutely out of the picture. He didn’t move, simply waiting silently, he’d like it better if he wasn’t so noticeable but alas, <c> 13:33:33 Cain <c>attention always seemed to find him as on numerous occasions, advances where aimed at him which he would politely put to rest, that is unless he wished to make prey out of one of his observers. 13:43:37 Nexxus was the odd man out, a human of impeckable taste that found himself in a place that causes his nose to crickle and a hand to bring up a silken clothe from his fabulace suite jacket. Black with near invisible deep blue pin-stripes, the buttoned up jacket hides a vet of the same make, overtop of a crisp white shirt without a winkle. The matching trousers finish the look, along with spotless leather shoes that are almost blasphemis to wear in such a place. But his thin lips curl up underneath the clothe, and he stuffs it back into his pocket after a long moment, though as he does so one of his grey hues turns a dark green; enabling a vision over a vision. Aah, so they are here. Unlike the 'others' of his kind, he cannot physically preceive them. Blood can only flow so deeply and so thickly. But the hard muscle makes him sway, and he's soon swamped in the crowd, light touches sending shivers down the spines of everyone who comes in contact, while the women that spot the man with slick-backed hair <C> 13:45:23 Nexxus <C> whisper amongst themselves, shooting glances that suggest more things than what is available here. He simply smiles politely and continues upon his way, weaving this way and that through the living tapistry of the crowd toward the bar. "Scotch, light on the rocks." The order is simple, but the hundred euro bill on the table denotes that he wants the expensive brand. None of the cheap shit will do. 13:45:33 [Nexxus] note* not bill. 13:52:05 Scar_Romaria would be in the passenger seat of the said pink car. Like hell he'd drive that thing around himself with dignity! The man stepped out slowly and stood tall, looking over the roof of the car to see his woman on the otherside, walking away as if he didn't exist. That was normal though. She got so enthralled over everything around her she forgets reality sometimes. Closing the door behind himself he'd place his hands into his dress jacket pockets and stepped lively to catch up to Eris' side, staring back at all who stared at her. Consider him as a jealous significant other... or a guard dog. Either way it was amusing to watch. His shined shoes would would turn along with her heels and his dark dressy outfit made it clear he was dressing to impress.... He'd normally wouldn't be caught dead wearing this crap. It's been a lot of years though... A lot of years since he came to this city. 13:52:36 Scott_Masterson had been in France for less than a week, and was already beginning to regret it. Not understanding the native language--aside from a handful of words remembered from highschool french class--was not nearly as enjoyable as he had originally thought. Not that english was hard to come by...quite the opposite, given the number of tourists, but not being able to follow many of the conversations around him was frustrating at times. Vampiric hearing meant nothing when the language was alien. Still, it was a change. An almost surreal setting, given what he was used to. He sat on the lip of a water fountain, dressed in slightly dirty jeans and the same black t-shirt he had been wearing upon arriving in the country, in the distant company of a few dozen tourists and a steady stream of Paris nightlife revelers. 13:52:39 Scott_Masterson The Eifel tower had originally been more impressive than he had expected, but was beginning to lose it's novelty--along with the constant flash of cameras and tourists remarking on it's grandeur. He had been sitting for over two hours, doing nothing but listening to the heartbeats around him and searching for that perfect feast for the night. It had been two days since the prostitute he had last fed from, and there was little doubt that he would feed again tonight. When he spotted the pair of french girls, dolled up in slinky black dresses and heading for one of the clubs nearby, he followed almost without conscious decision. After fumbling with a handful of Euro's at the door (He still had no idea how the monetary system worked, and simply forked over one after another until he was directed inside), he found himself in a large club bursting with humans. Even after a year of adjusting to vampiric hearing, the loud music and hundreds of voices and heartbeats were somewhat disorienting. 13:52:45 Scott_Masterson The girls he had followed inside were already out of sight, absorbed into the mass of people, but that didn't matter. He was not picky when it came to feeding, aside from the fact that it was always a female. He made his way to an impressive bar and stood scanning the crowd, waiting for the one of the bartenders to acknowledge his presence and knowing it would be a while, given the amount of people in the same position. That didn't bother him. His thirst was not for alcohol, and--as he had been disappointed to discover back in Toronto--even a small amount of it, or any food item, caused violent vomitting within moments. He simply wanted something to occupy his hands, and the stationary position helped speed the adjustment to the noise assaulting his senses. <E> 13:59:25 [Aemilius] Laid still inside of his lush coffin. The silken interior spooned his body well. Aemilius slept so peacefully as he lay there waiting. Waiting for the bells of dusk to wake him, and like the thousands of nights before this one, it did. The first sounds that drifted into his pale ears, would be that of the mice that lived with in the walls of his manor. Their little heartbeats, and constant gnawing would be just one song of the night. Along with their little feet scampering about that is. Instinctually he would open his eyes and take a deep breath. Neither of the two were necessary, but done out of a subconscious grain of humanity left in him. After all these centuries he was no longer human. Aemilius didn’t know how to act human anymore? Only very small slivers of his prior humanity would gently show themselves from time to time. Even in the confines of his coffin, Aemilius was able to see with perfect clarity, every little red wrinkle that silken fabric held onto was on display to his blue eyes. -C- 13:59:53 [Aemilius] This coffin wasn’t your average coffin that you’d place a loved one in. It was a mechanical marvel of the 21st century. As soon as the interior of his coffin detected movement, it would automatically turn on the florescent lighting that lined the edges of the casket. Flickering on shortly after his eyes opened the light would force the darkness, that slumbered with him, into hiding. Animating his right hand, he would slowly open his fingers. Like a rose going into bloom, each of his fingers curled out from his clenched hands. First his index finger, which lead the way for the rest to open. Soon his pale palm, and slender fingers would be pressing upon the lid of his coffin. Sliding the heavy metallic lid off to one side with his one hand. It was a feat that would take a few men to do, and even a couple of fledgling vampires to move the heavy lid on their own. As soon as the lid hit the ground, he could feel the cool air of his sleeping chamber wash over him. -c- 14:01:13 [Aemilius] Making no attempt to move, the elder just laid their motionless. leisurely the creature would being to levitate from his prone position, as if two unseen angels obeyed his will, he began to float. Soon his body would become vertical, and his bare feet would kiss the floor beneath them. Each step he took was unnecessary, but done out of respect for his former life. True, vampires of his age group no longer needed to move bipedal, they only had to will it, and they would move. But most did not do this, perhaps out of respect, or some other reasons? But each step that he took would make a the sound of flesh slapping upon marble polished floor. Once reaching his clothing cabinet, he would open the doors with both hands and begin his selection of clothing this eve. Running his slender, spider like fingers, over the many fabrics which hung perfectly. Tonight he felt like wearing the color red. An so he withdrew from the cabinet a pair of black dress slacks, and a red linen dress shirt lined around the edges with-C- 14:01:45 [Aemilius] black lace. Once comfortably dressed, he would begin his nightly routine of satisfying his hunger. Trying to his mentality to a mortal point of view, which has become jarred due to his age. Even on his best nights of imitating life, he still had a aura of age that hung to him. Frightening most mortals away, he stuck out, like a biker at a hippy concert. But he still had another advantage, some people were interested about the creature. This night he would spend at a local club. Known as Le Romantica, it’s loud music would seep out from its walls, and wash over the line of people waiting on the side walks. As his chauffeur drove the black luxury car up to the red carpet, people knew to make a path for the occupant. It was a scene from the bible, people parted like the red sea upon seeing Aemilius step out from his vehicle. Neon lights flickered to the music as he stepped into his club. Bodyguards opened the double doors for him, and led him to his usual seat. -c- 14:02:18 [Aemilius] It was a high back chair covered in pale white leather, on the second floor of the club. Only VIP or other KIN were welcomed. Those in this area knew what this club really was about, and that was the flow of blood. The droves of people below could feel something shift in the air, and those that were immortal or had some attachment to the immortal beings around them, knew it was the presence of an elder that bathed over the crowds. Sitting comfortable in his chair, he was able to watch over the masses as other vampires around him fed, and made love to their victims.-e- 14:08:51 Cain allowed his gaze to drift over the people in the large establishment with him, idly picking out who was human, who would likely drink to much this evening, who was going to leave with who and who was going to take advantage of who. It was all very interesting. He took particular interest in the other vampires in the area as he meet the gaze of the few who took notice of him, while wondered silently if the other who hadn’t seemed to have so much as glance towards him knew he was there. He shifted a bit, inclining his head towards the bar as someone’s head slumped forwards and bounced once on the hard wooden counter as the alcohol in his system rendered him unconscious. A broad smile crossed him as he invaded the mans mind and sapped those vague, indistinct thoughts that were just oh so savory to him. His eyes remained locked on the man as he drained him from afar. Other then that, he still remained where he was near the western wall of the building, his arms crossed lightly over his chest as he leaned <c> 14:17:38 Chanel moved through the crowds easily and silently, her form graceful as she moved on silent steps. She was a pretty little thing, with a cherubs face, and even silkier voice. She wore a black halter top slip dress with stilettos, her hair pulled up and twisted away from her face by clips. There was very little about her that you could tell marking the difference between vampire and human, except that her eyes were unusually alert. Perhaps it was also the paleness of the skin, but most humans just took her for a dressed up goth. Her fingers curled around the stem of a passing glass of something red, and she brought it to her mouth, small pearly whites disappearing into the thick liquid as her throat worked to drain it. She tipped her head back, and dropped the glass onto the next tray of another passing, and let out a breath, running her teeth over her smooth canines. She closed her eyes, and sought out who had heart beats and who had something more. It was delicious, listening to the chorus of heartbeat 14:17:49 [Chanel] heartbeats. She tilted her head, as one would do when listening for something intently, and sh eopened her eyes. Yes, there were vampires about, and even some who seemed to be very good. Good. She pushed her way slowly through the crowd, and moved over to the bar taking a seat on one of the stools. She leaned back, and rested her elbows, watching the crowds. 14:35:36 Charisma : ~~ Paris.. The town of love...or so it seemed. Everyone was in love, well not all, but a lot, since you saw couples together. In Paris you had so many of them, she had never seen it before. And so many dates.. Everywhere you go you would see people hand in hand.. Would she finally meet the prince of her dreams here? The female hoped so.. The female stood there, on the streets. The view was amazing; people walking, lots of lights, restaurants that seemed hell of inviting, people seemed cheery, god clubs. Wearing a short yeans, a top and a necklace of silver, and open sandals, she walked down the streets some. Charisma looked up at a balcony on top of a building she had just spotted a minute ago. Wow.. That must make a hell of a view up there. she thought. I have to see it now and draw some.. Inhaling the air, she enjoyed the scent; it was warm, soft, and fresh and the wind waved through her hair. A smile appeared on her lips as she made her way through the streets, to move up the <C> 14:36:02 Charisma balcony. She sat down and crossed her leg, to then take out her sketchbook and began to draw some. Having made a quit good sketch, the female smiled.. She would soon put it in her bag, get up and moved further. She’d definitely come back here anytime soon.. Going down, she noticed a different part.. Moving around, she had to make some sketches of the surroundings. This brought her closer to a street and moved in. Something at some clubs made her nervous and uneasy here, yet she could not explain it. Shaking her head the female shrugged it off and continued to walk, her heel clicking on the ground. How did clubs look here? She wondered. Same as in England? The nervous feeling did not go away.. it made her tummy twirl around. What was it? After a deep breathe taken, and having her hair flicked back, she seemed to got new courage. The female continued to walk and passed some clubs. It was a nice view. She stopped and took out her sketchbook and made a quick drawing of the view. Charisma was a <C> 14:36:40 Charisma <C> hell of a drawer. Soon she had the whole picture of the alley/street on her sketchbook. She closed it and put it in her bag again feeling somewhat satisfied. The feeling still had not left her.. She eyes the clubs some, deciding which one to check. <E> 14:40:05 Jez ~ Her hair was left natural for the night, loose curls draped around her figure, licking at the sway of her narrow back, and the backs of her exposed thighs. Her face was porcelain, her eyes lined in kohl and her lips simply a sparkling ruby. A deep breath was taken, one pallid hand wrapped around the crystalline glass of whiskey, the other found the leather ties of her frontal corset, twirling them about her digits. Her attire was that of the raven stained corset, strangling her bosom, and ending just above a taut tummy. Onto her hips, slung a heavy black belt, followed by dangerously short silk shorts - flats of some sort adorned her feet. Those leather teasing fingers lost their interest, and found the spirals of her curls, twirling them just like the leather strands. Her posture erected from its half-lean on the bar, vibrant eyes looking about the massive crowd. The mental stimulation they caused for her was pleasurable, some of the patrons might as well have been nude, [c] 14:40:23 Jez ~ [c] It was a nice visual feast. She found her way through the crowd, weaving delicately, allowing her body to brush against everyone around her, smelling their flesh and perfumes, blood and hair. Paradise, no? 14:46:45 Nexxus wasn't a vampire, not in the natural sense. He didn't show any sort of supernatural powers, nor did he have overtly pale skin or a scarless exterior. And he had his own heart beat, just like any of human in the room. But what he did have was an air of power that cloaked. To anybody that looked too closely, it was like time and reality 'warped' around him, casting him in a light that was unnatural. To vampires though, he'd stand out like a sore thumb, a bright light in a place filled with darkness. He was so old and his magic so strong that he doesn't even try to mask his aura any more. But he stands at the bar and sips upon the proferced glass of scotch, though his eyes are drawn to a woman who had just appeared out of the crowds. Normally he wouldn't know the difference, but this woman, Chanel, shows up like a dark shadow to his odd-off eye. Hm. So there are regualar vampires here. Crowds draw them like moths to an open flame. But of course, its a spell, woven around him to give him sight into <C> 14:49:06 Nexxus <C> things no regular human could ever know of. But he doesn't move from his spot, nor does he approach to start a conversation. A loner by nature, he isn't one to start those sort of connections with others. 14:51:26 Scott_Masterson tapped his fingers on the bartop, hiding the sneer that wanted to form at being ignored by three different bartenders in favor of women. The change had brought with it a sense of importance that he had never known in life. He felt better than them. He was better than them. And the simple process of waiting for service--whether the act held an alterior motive or not--was insulting. His eyes worked their way over the writhing bodies, moving in unison with the music that he would have hated in life, yet now found strangely fascinating. It was only afterfive minutes that became aware of the strange feeling in the back of his mind, one he had felt numerous times since Toronto and had come to associate with the presence of other vampires--something he would have taken far longer to realize if it had not been for the tutelage of the vampire Aemilius back in British Columbia. The revelation was both intriguing and < 14:51:29 Scott_Masterson disturbing. As much as he sought to learn all he could about his kind, he also knew that certain vampires were to be avoided at all costs. This new life was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and he was not taking any risks with beings that could end it easily. Still, he had only actually met a handful of others in the last 11 months and none had seemed particularily aggressive towards him, at least not to the point of violence. His presence was finally acknowledged by a cute blonde bartender, and moments later he was moving slowly through the crowd with a rye in hand that would not be touched. Though he could clearly sense their presence, spotting them was another thing entirely. It was a matter of scanning each person individually until he found one without a heartbeat, undoubtedly a long process in a population this size. 14:51:35 Scott_Masterson As he scanned each person he approached and then passed, the curiosity was quickly becoming overwhelmed by the need to feed. Clearing that particular ache from his consciousness would make the search much more tolerable, but it was not as though he could feed amidst a sea of humans without causing a panic. He grudgingly decided to wait a little longer and continue the search. |
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