Call of The Night: Closed Thread

[The_gladiator]

Call of the night

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Historians note: this story takes place in a world where vampires walk the streets of man. Although it does not take place in any preconceived world, it may draw on concepts layed down by the many architects of the genre of fiction. We envite you to join us on this journey of mystery and darkness of exploitation and love…

IC

From the private journals of Valdemar Nightstalker

I am the shadow that haunts our night. I am one of the tales told to frighten little children. Part of me loves this reputation, the other part despises it. I am a nightstalker, one of the last of my kind. Pledged in service to our lord, and to the greater good. We are the shadows in the night. We are the knife in the dark. We watch you.


Valdemar stalked the night. He was not on a hunt this night, and he knew that he would not be permitted to hunt for a long time yet. He had been reassigned. He was not sure what had precipitated this order, but Valdemar was reasigned from his traditional duties as an ultimate enforcer of vampiric law. He had received word that his lord, he who took the title of Count Dracula, had a different assignment for him. The ancient hunter resented this command. He and many of the other nightstalkers were far older than their lord, and at times it erked them to have him take them from their traditional duties for his desires. Yes he agreed it was right to protect his lord's lady daughter, and yes he knew Dracula loved his daughter, but might not a younger hunter or warrior have been selected? Why did Dracula call in an ancient to defend her?
The night almost seemed to ripple with his passing as he slipped into his lord’s castle, heading for the main audience chamber. He came openly this night, his black cape with its red cowel plainly visible, identifying himself as one of the legendary nightstalkers. Others saw his cape and a few recognized his face and gave him a wide path, almost falling over each other to get out of the way. There were whispers, why had one of the nightstalkers come. Was he coming at the command of lord Dracula? Or had the Count made an error of their race and and was he nightstalker out to get even him. Was even Dracula safe from the threat this man represented? The promise of justice.

[sweetest_poison]

Maeve was the only daughter of Dracula and Elvira,I know that a nice combination,and even though she was about two hundred years old she only looked twenty three.Even though she was a little eccentric she still followed the code set forth by the elders.

She kind of strayed away from the rest of the clan;not because she was antisocial,but because they had no idea how to take her,she was sensitive but strong willed. While others were sleeping she was off playing piano and practicing for her fathers social parties. Her mother was always out somewhere,and even though her dad was around she was a little bit lonely.

No one knew exactly how much pain she harbored inside,she hid it well but expressed it well with her music.All she wanted was someone to trust her and not freak out when she revealed herself as a vampire.

Maeve for some reason was attracted to the mortals,although most of the elder vamps begged Dracula to wed her he had always declined. He wanted her to be happy,for he loved his daughter more than anything. So that night when the coven awoken she was up an hour early showered and dressed.

She brushed her shoulder length straight black hair,and put on some black lipstick,gray eyeshadow,and black eyeliner the eyeliner was not to dark and not to light just to right to assent her piercing bright green eyes.

Maeve got dressed in a black and white corset dress it was a little short but just above her knees. Her father had told her about how he wanted her to be protected at all times because of some threats. So he had hired an ancient she sighed at the thought of being watched twenty four seven.

Naturally she went to the ball room and played her inspiration song and when she sang everything seemed to stop time itself that is how well she played and singed that is why her father loved her to entertain at his little get together he held.

That night people were more interested in the ancient than her song she was playing although some people were listening her singing. Unaware people were there she was singing and playing.

Your unconscious scarred little
space in time's old horizons
Unlocking swooning voracity
You raise obsession in between

Sometimes you wither enchantment
in intimate gardens
Each step of reserved delusion
fertilizes your fantasy

You may enslave
You may disgrace
My will your fury may obtain
In a rainy summer night
you're making me nervous
Through tomorrow
through my fights
you're making me nervous
In a wedding summer night
you're taking the summer
In a wedding summer night
you take me

So wake up and forget the self
and you will fear nothing
Cut anything out of your life
and you will fear nothing
Beware the risky transactions
and you will fear nothing
So chase for abduction of duty
and you will fear nothing

You may enslave
You may disgrace
My will your fury may obtain
In a rainy summer night
you're making me nervous
Through tomorrow
through my fights
you're making me nervous
In a wedding summer night
you're taking the summer
In a wedding summer night
you take me*

it was not towards the end she noticed her father walking in.

OCC: *lyrics from the song Noisy Awareness by Leandra,who was my muse in writing this post*

[The_gladiator]

Valdemar snapped to attention as he stepped into the throneroom, snapping fists to opposite shoulders in salute of the Count who rose upon seeing the warrior in his black cape over black outfit. The red and his pale skin being the only releafe from the black. He pushed back the cowel of his cape and approached Dracula. As he approached Dracula, this man who was their king gripped his upper arms in the warriors greeting.
"Valdemar, it is good to see you. I have not seen you since I was but a boy at my father's side."
Valdemar nodded kertly, "Your father was a good leader sir." He said formally, the stiffness of his tone suggesting that he still held much more respct for the former Dracula, than he ever would his son. "You wish me to guard the Lady Maeve?" He said flatly, not mincing words with the Count.
Dracula nodded, "Yes. You are one of the strongest, and your loyalty to me is unquestioned. She could be in no better hands."
Oh How valdemar longed to deny this fact. But the truth was although he was not overly fond of this encarnation of the Position of Count Dracula, he respected and was loyal to his king, and the greater good of vampirekind. Whether he be defending the kiss of vampires that made up the royal court as he would be, or defending every vampire as his normal duties called for, he knew his duty. He knew the call of the night. However it seemed that the call of the night had changed. The call was now a song, and his fate was bound to a young woman.

Valdemar followed Count Dracula into the next room a Lavish ballroom where a beautiful young woman sat playing a piano and singing. Valdemar followed behind his lord, even though he stood several inches taller than the shorter Count. He saw her look up and take notice of her father, and he could not but help but to notice her beauty. No wonder her father feared for her safety.
"My daughter, I know we've discussed your needing guarded." Dracula said his tone taking on a much softer sweeter tone than he had used to speak to the hardened nightstalker. "And there finally is one suited to protecting the juel of y heart." he said smiling waving a hand to indicate Valdemar.
With the hood down, Valdemar was revealed to have long black hair that fell to his shoulders that he had tied back with a leather thong. His hair was as black as a raven's wing. His eyes not much lighter. His eyes were so dark they were not brown anymore, they were truly black and they contrasted with his pale skin and high cheekbones. He was over 6 feet in height, and quite frankly looked the stereotypical part of a creature of the night, dark mysterious and hansom. "M'lady Maeve." he said stepping forward extending a hand, bowing before her.