Asa
Writer...Dream...Fantasy
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Vampire for the thread idea having either...
Kept up with the changing times with relative ease or...
Remained a bit antiquated but still no less lethal.
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He has walked among aristocracy he has walked among mobsters visionaries and the poor working immigrants. In a way a lost soul like so many of them but a visionary in his own right and forever a warrior. He had seen in his centuries souls return to one another and that was a single hope for him that someday so would she.
Centuries ago they were love... Until the darkness that had always existed found itself a new heir. A jealous little spoiled princess who would accept no male suitor willing to be hers but would take the male she wanted at the time. Thus was his fate. Ripped from his love and then made to watch as the demon who claimed him as hers ripped the life from his beloved.
He had found those from time to time that reminded him of his beloved.
The little orphan who's parents had not made it alive to the new world so he took her in and raised her.
The wife of a lecherous politician who he would warm her bed but never love. There were so many with little glimpses of his lost love but never truly fully her. Till now... That fighting spirit... The soul so deep it could drown galaxies the almost raven dark eyes that seemed dusted with the purest gold. It was her... An undercover cop but he would not be able to mistake that loyal drive to protect and care for others nor the voice when he heard her singing to the terrified child at the scene of a gang shoot out. He has watched her and watched over her. Even helping her with cases where the guilty could have had methods of escape by sealing those exits in blood.
She was now on an assignment that made him fear for her life but he knew the determination he saw and knew she would win this one by that beautiful sheer stubborn mind of hers yet still if she needed him he was ever present.
Then it happened a soldier of the man she was trying to bring down decided that he... was going to enjoy his bosses gift for a job well done... Not with his beloved!
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Genevieve stood there with a smirk on her face.
You fail to understand my love... You were told... You are mine and that meant that this little vermin was out of your life forever... Perhaps now... You will believe me... Since... Well... The only place you will have to see her is a pauper's grave wherever my servants bury what's left...
She turned looking to Isabella, the woman who held more of her chosen lovers heart than she ever would.
Now for you harlot... You were told to stay in your filthy little gypsy camp where you belong and leave my betrothed alone yet you did not now... You will pay... With your life.
With that she nodded and her guard handed her a sword as she drove to through the helpless restrained young woman. Her anger roared out as she heard the woman with her dying breaths speak of love for the man she had claimed. Her rage made her attacks on Isabella more violent and rage filled with every bloody spray.
Kept up with the changing times with relative ease or...
Remained a bit antiquated but still no less lethal.
___________________________
He has walked among aristocracy he has walked among mobsters visionaries and the poor working immigrants. In a way a lost soul like so many of them but a visionary in his own right and forever a warrior. He had seen in his centuries souls return to one another and that was a single hope for him that someday so would she.
Centuries ago they were love... Until the darkness that had always existed found itself a new heir. A jealous little spoiled princess who would accept no male suitor willing to be hers but would take the male she wanted at the time. Thus was his fate. Ripped from his love and then made to watch as the demon who claimed him as hers ripped the life from his beloved.
He had found those from time to time that reminded him of his beloved.
The little orphan who's parents had not made it alive to the new world so he took her in and raised her.
The wife of a lecherous politician who he would warm her bed but never love. There were so many with little glimpses of his lost love but never truly fully her. Till now... That fighting spirit... The soul so deep it could drown galaxies the almost raven dark eyes that seemed dusted with the purest gold. It was her... An undercover cop but he would not be able to mistake that loyal drive to protect and care for others nor the voice when he heard her singing to the terrified child at the scene of a gang shoot out. He has watched her and watched over her. Even helping her with cases where the guilty could have had methods of escape by sealing those exits in blood.
She was now on an assignment that made him fear for her life but he knew the determination he saw and knew she would win this one by that beautiful sheer stubborn mind of hers yet still if she needed him he was ever present.
Then it happened a soldier of the man she was trying to bring down decided that he... was going to enjoy his bosses gift for a job well done... Not with his beloved!
____________________________
Genevieve stood there with a smirk on her face.
You fail to understand my love... You were told... You are mine and that meant that this little vermin was out of your life forever... Perhaps now... You will believe me... Since... Well... The only place you will have to see her is a pauper's grave wherever my servants bury what's left...
She turned looking to Isabella, the woman who held more of her chosen lovers heart than she ever would.
Now for you harlot... You were told to stay in your filthy little gypsy camp where you belong and leave my betrothed alone yet you did not now... You will pay... With your life.
With that she nodded and her guard handed her a sword as she drove to through the helpless restrained young woman. Her anger roared out as she heard the woman with her dying breaths speak of love for the man she had claimed. Her rage made her attacks on Isabella more violent and rage filled with every bloody spray.