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Queen of Geeks
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“Go to the market and take the list with you.” Cook had said, eyeing her with a piercing stare that let her know just how high up on the social ladder she was to the coven. Even its servants treated her like a servant. Lifting her chin against the chill autumn breeze, she had left with cash in tow, trying to fight back the bitter taste that always seemed to linger after leaving the coven’s sanctuary walls. He had left her, nearly two years ago…She was still a child then, clinging to a man who would never be her father.
He had fed on her, destroyed her humanity, leaving nothing but the Thirst, the craving that still burned her in the wake of dreams where hard white hands and blank white fangs feasted upon her passion like a drug…and when she awoke, sweating, gasping for breath, the lingering warmth between her thighs was a cold hard reminder that her sex was something that no man had ever wanted…and may never want.
She had been their savior, their brainchild…the mastermind behind it all had been killed, and his research burned to nothing…but they still had her. And as long as she was ghouled, she would stay young forever, a fountain of lifegiving blood that would sustain the coven for years. Bleeding her to exhaustion every night, with that woman or that man at her throat, draining her veins til they were empty but everything but his memory.
Not even the usual comfort of cold hard cash and a day of shopping could blank that away. She just wanted respite. Relief. The taste of dead flesh grew stale when she knew their passion was a hollow thing, meant for life only, and not pleasure. She sought the beast, tamed it, and fed it. Had even walked the line of becoming one herself, nearly swallowed up by the Thirst. But never had pleasure been a part of her life. Not even when He had kept her. She burned for it, the tension of her unwilling virginity. Oh, she had masturbated enough to rid herself of any hymen that would stand in the way of her first time and pleasure, but even her own talented fingers could not blunt the terrible man-shaped void that howled a hungry lion seven inches into her womb.
Eggs, milk, cheese, batteries, butter, sugar. Pine nuts, olive oil, Swiffer pads, steaks. Whole peppercorns, flour, trash bags, …a thousand and one other things that would keep the coven a well oiled machine. No matter how many vampires lived there, they would always depend on the mortals for their support…after all, who among them can go out during the day? Even these normal things, these items of the mundane would not stifle the feeling of extrahumanness that shadowed the coven…for all it’s electricity and hot running water there was a sense of…Ancientness there. Greatness fading black around the corners, that you might look out the window and see parti-colored armors jousting for a fair lady’s hand, or a marble arena filled with bloodthirsty men shouting as starving lions tore innocent Christian bodies apart. A feeling of the eternal that never faded, no matter if she was sitting on satin sheets on a foam-form bed reading Dr. Phil and listening to AudioSlave…there was a spirit of the old that haunted her; haunted her dreams. Stole her breath in the last chill moments before dawn, with it’s whispered promise of eternity.
Even there on the streets, cars of many makes and models scattered thinly across the damp, shining parking lot, it had never forgotten her, giving a spring to her step that one might call fear. Well, was she not prey, after all? Delicate mortal flesh made pallid by the kiss of Vampire blood that raced through her veins still, after two long years, carrying with her the taste of heightened vision and smell that alerted her to her visitor’s position long before a normal woman might know? She hated being afraid. Ever since she was a child, she had been punished for her acid tongue when her fear got the better of her, causing her to lash out verbally…it was the only way to blister the quiet veneer of the undead that languished, untouched, at the coven. She was diminutive by stature, bare over five feet in height, her tawny flesh toned only by genetics and the vampire blood that cooled her veins…she had never once seen the inside of a gym, let alone exercised. But...
...it had hardly mattered, the way she looked, to them she was merely food. A plaything to torment for amusement. In a way, she pitied them, it was hard to live for centuries. It got boring...it seemed there were no Ancients left. By measure of time most went insane or to sleep, disgusted and discouraged by a life that had become meaningless and impossible to adjust to.
The concept of electricity was strange enough, unless you were born under it's rays, these at the coven were born when Greek was raising it's temples to one of many gods, some even before that.
They depended on her...and hated her because of that dependance.
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OOC notes:
This story is open to as many as want to join, but please be well experienced RPers with genuine desire to play this thread! If you post once, please be prepared to do so often!
This thread will revolve mostly around a coven of Vampires and their very few blood slaves. "Ghouls" are highly prized slaves bred for their special blood, which has increased hormonal and oxygen content and it's ability to reproduce quickly. Multiple Vampires would have to feed at the same time to drain a Blood Doll.
V:tM rules apply, but you don't have to be perfectly adept at them. Just realize that there are no such thing as daywalkers, no playable Ancients, and no Vampires that eat or drink regular human food. Vampires must feed on human blood to stay 'sane'! Their Thirst does not make them the romantic figures often portrayed in movies...Vampires are vicious killers that would as soon drink you dry than kiss you. Remember this if you desire playing one!
Blood Dolls are slaves, and not by choice! That is the life they have known, and no other. I want no more than three Blood Dolls in this thread, gender doesn't matter. All I care about is play ability and talent! We'll need quite a few Vampires to flesh out the Coven properly. Post at will, please.
No Godlike characters...even Vampires are falliable. No character sheets! -IF- you can't describe your character through play then I'm sorry, but you're not welcome to play here. This isn't a thread about battling epic monsters and adventuring through caves...this is about the relationships between Vampires and their slaves, and the coven as a biological being capable of sustaining itself in a world that's passing it by. Keep OOC to a minimum, use PMs preferably...and be sure to edit out typos and grammatical errors as best you can. Let's keep it passionate and beautiful. Empty sex and hit-and-run cyber isn't what this thread is about!
Welcome to Merciful Messiah...and thank you for joining.
Any further questions? Feel free to PM me.
He had fed on her, destroyed her humanity, leaving nothing but the Thirst, the craving that still burned her in the wake of dreams where hard white hands and blank white fangs feasted upon her passion like a drug…and when she awoke, sweating, gasping for breath, the lingering warmth between her thighs was a cold hard reminder that her sex was something that no man had ever wanted…and may never want.
She had been their savior, their brainchild…the mastermind behind it all had been killed, and his research burned to nothing…but they still had her. And as long as she was ghouled, she would stay young forever, a fountain of lifegiving blood that would sustain the coven for years. Bleeding her to exhaustion every night, with that woman or that man at her throat, draining her veins til they were empty but everything but his memory.
Not even the usual comfort of cold hard cash and a day of shopping could blank that away. She just wanted respite. Relief. The taste of dead flesh grew stale when she knew their passion was a hollow thing, meant for life only, and not pleasure. She sought the beast, tamed it, and fed it. Had even walked the line of becoming one herself, nearly swallowed up by the Thirst. But never had pleasure been a part of her life. Not even when He had kept her. She burned for it, the tension of her unwilling virginity. Oh, she had masturbated enough to rid herself of any hymen that would stand in the way of her first time and pleasure, but even her own talented fingers could not blunt the terrible man-shaped void that howled a hungry lion seven inches into her womb.
Eggs, milk, cheese, batteries, butter, sugar. Pine nuts, olive oil, Swiffer pads, steaks. Whole peppercorns, flour, trash bags, …a thousand and one other things that would keep the coven a well oiled machine. No matter how many vampires lived there, they would always depend on the mortals for their support…after all, who among them can go out during the day? Even these normal things, these items of the mundane would not stifle the feeling of extrahumanness that shadowed the coven…for all it’s electricity and hot running water there was a sense of…Ancientness there. Greatness fading black around the corners, that you might look out the window and see parti-colored armors jousting for a fair lady’s hand, or a marble arena filled with bloodthirsty men shouting as starving lions tore innocent Christian bodies apart. A feeling of the eternal that never faded, no matter if she was sitting on satin sheets on a foam-form bed reading Dr. Phil and listening to AudioSlave…there was a spirit of the old that haunted her; haunted her dreams. Stole her breath in the last chill moments before dawn, with it’s whispered promise of eternity.
Even there on the streets, cars of many makes and models scattered thinly across the damp, shining parking lot, it had never forgotten her, giving a spring to her step that one might call fear. Well, was she not prey, after all? Delicate mortal flesh made pallid by the kiss of Vampire blood that raced through her veins still, after two long years, carrying with her the taste of heightened vision and smell that alerted her to her visitor’s position long before a normal woman might know? She hated being afraid. Ever since she was a child, she had been punished for her acid tongue when her fear got the better of her, causing her to lash out verbally…it was the only way to blister the quiet veneer of the undead that languished, untouched, at the coven. She was diminutive by stature, bare over five feet in height, her tawny flesh toned only by genetics and the vampire blood that cooled her veins…she had never once seen the inside of a gym, let alone exercised. But...
...it had hardly mattered, the way she looked, to them she was merely food. A plaything to torment for amusement. In a way, she pitied them, it was hard to live for centuries. It got boring...it seemed there were no Ancients left. By measure of time most went insane or to sleep, disgusted and discouraged by a life that had become meaningless and impossible to adjust to.
The concept of electricity was strange enough, unless you were born under it's rays, these at the coven were born when Greek was raising it's temples to one of many gods, some even before that.
They depended on her...and hated her because of that dependance.
*******************************************
OOC notes:
This story is open to as many as want to join, but please be well experienced RPers with genuine desire to play this thread! If you post once, please be prepared to do so often!
This thread will revolve mostly around a coven of Vampires and their very few blood slaves. "Ghouls" are highly prized slaves bred for their special blood, which has increased hormonal and oxygen content and it's ability to reproduce quickly. Multiple Vampires would have to feed at the same time to drain a Blood Doll.
V:tM rules apply, but you don't have to be perfectly adept at them. Just realize that there are no such thing as daywalkers, no playable Ancients, and no Vampires that eat or drink regular human food. Vampires must feed on human blood to stay 'sane'! Their Thirst does not make them the romantic figures often portrayed in movies...Vampires are vicious killers that would as soon drink you dry than kiss you. Remember this if you desire playing one!
Blood Dolls are slaves, and not by choice! That is the life they have known, and no other. I want no more than three Blood Dolls in this thread, gender doesn't matter. All I care about is play ability and talent! We'll need quite a few Vampires to flesh out the Coven properly. Post at will, please.
No Godlike characters...even Vampires are falliable. No character sheets! -IF- you can't describe your character through play then I'm sorry, but you're not welcome to play here. This isn't a thread about battling epic monsters and adventuring through caves...this is about the relationships between Vampires and their slaves, and the coven as a biological being capable of sustaining itself in a world that's passing it by. Keep OOC to a minimum, use PMs preferably...and be sure to edit out typos and grammatical errors as best you can. Let's keep it passionate and beautiful. Empty sex and hit-and-run cyber isn't what this thread is about!
Welcome to Merciful Messiah...and thank you for joining.
Any further questions? Feel free to PM me.
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